Ye Tianhuai was silent for a long time, she carefully pondered Lu Yanchen's words, and recalled what she thought when she had killed several times and had killed her.

Finally, she pulled out a helpless smile and said, "Then it seems that I really don't have such qualifications." ”

"The minister saw His Majesty raising his sword to kill the enemy in the east gate, and he worked hard. The minister wants to ask Your Majesty, why did you carry the sword? Lu Yanchen asked.

Ye Tianhuai lowered his eyes, pondered, and said in a low voice: "Because of fear." If I don't lift my sword, they'll push me into the doom. ”

She is the one who died once. She had tasted the powerlessness of sitting in an empty hall waiting for the rebels to enter the imperial city, and she had also tried the despair of watching her loved ones die in front of her.

She was too scared. She never wanted to go through it a second time.

Therefore, she had murderous intentions when Qin Baozhu discovered the identity of the woman.

Therefore, when she was besieged by the forbidden army, she pulled out the Longyuan sword that had not been unsheathed for hundreds of years.

She was afraid of being blindfolded, afraid of seeing the people she cared about die in front of her, afraid of becoming a caged bird to be manipulated by others, afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past.

She ran desperately, for fear of being overtaken by the shadow of fate. She swung her sword desperately to split through the fog of fear.

In her previous life, she thought that as the Ninety-Five Supreme, she had many choices. She can choose to do nothing, she can choose the person she likes, and she can choose a life that is as clean as a blank piece of paper. She can choose to believe, believe in the courtiers, believe in the inner court, and believe in the people around her.

But this time, she realized that she had no choice.

She can only win. She couldn't choose anything but win.

Sitting on the throne of power, there is no room for the word "failure" in her world.

There is nothing but to win, there is only death.

There is no third way.

At this table, where her life and the lives of all those around her are at risk, she must be cautious, walking on thin ice, she dare not and cannot trust anyone.

Including Lu Yanchen.

Even herself.

She has to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Thinking like this, Ye Tianhuai unconsciously clenched the gold medal in his hand.

She smiled bitterly, looked at Lu Yanchen and said, "I am far from being strong enough to say that I want to protect others. Raising a sword for protection is a realm that can only be achieved by a strong man with ease. I don't have time to protect myself now, what else can I talk about? ”

Lu Yanchen looked at Ye Qianhuai, and suddenly remembered that in the carriage back to the palace, when the curtain was lifted, he had caught a glimpse of Ye Tianhuai's fragility in the electric light.

He thought he was mistaken.

Because Ye Qianhuai had never revealed a little fragility in front of him.

Even when Empress Dowager Jingmin died, she did not show any timidity in front of people.

Her tenacity and perseverance often make people forget that this is a sixteen-and-a-half-year-old child.

But it wasn't until this moment that Lu Yanchen discovered that the reason why Ye Tianhuai was able to do this was not because her mind was stronger than ordinary people. It's just that she is desperately pushing herself, forcing herself to hold her head high, forcing herself to move forward, forcing herself not to cry.

She hides her true self under that steely shell, hidden from anyone.

If it weren't for that hurried glimpse in the moonlight, Lu Yanchen wouldn't have found it.

He found that Ye Tianhuai was afraid, like a child who is afraid of the dark. She propped up the thorns all over her body, in fact, to ward off this fear.

He looked at Ye Qianhuai, and said solemnly to her: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, Your Majesty is not alone." This sword will always be in the hands of His Majesty. As long as His Majesty needs it, the minister will always be there. ”

It's a vow.

Loud and heavy.

Ye Tianhuai's heart warmed. In the depths of her memory, once upon a time, Lu Yanchen also smiled gently at her curled up in the dark like now, and then stretched out his slender and beautiful hand to her.

It was the time when Wenxuan Hall first met, the funeral of the Empress Dowager Jingmin, and the time when she was alone.

He appeared at every confused crossroads in her life, in every dark night of her self-doubt.

Each time, he accurately saw through her disguise and disguise, and saw through her destitude and vulnerability. But he never broke it.

just quietly blocked in front of her, silently sweeping away those gloom.

Ye Tianhuai's nose was blocked, she suddenly felt a little distressed about Lu Yanchen's injury, and couldn't help but look at Lu Yanchen's chest and asked, "Sir's injury, was he tortured in the Criminal Department?" ”

Lu Yanchen was stunned for a moment, smiled at her, and said casually: "Yes." ”

"I asked Imperial Physician Zhou, and he said that most of the injuries on his body were whip wounds from torture, not sword wounds from fighting against others."

The implication is that his injuries were not due to being outnumbered and defeated, but because he was flogged.

Lu Yanchen was silent and did not speak.

After receiving his acquiescence, Ye Tianhuai's heart burned with anger.

Her husband stopped thousands of troops with a long knife in the east gate, and he was still able to fight without retreating, and he was not injured.

But even if he has the courage and strength to be a husband, he is just a mortal in front of the cruel iron whip of the Criminal Department.

"Why do they treat the gentleman like this? What do they want from Mr.? Ye Qianhuai suppressed his anger and asked.

Lu Yanchen shook his head: "They don't know about the existence of the Eagle Guard, and in their eyes, the minister is just an ordinary Taiqing Pavilion scholar." They are doing this just to vent their anger. ”

After speaking, Lu Yanchen smiled coldly.

His eyes were full of disapproving contempt.

There was a bit of the fearless look he had when he drew his sword to meet the enemy in the east gate yesterday.

Ye Tianhuai was stunned, she suddenly felt that Lu Yanchen probably didn't feel that the injuries on her body were so tight.

She couldn't help but frown.

Seeing Ye Tian's worried eyes, Lu Yanchen smiled gently at her and said, "It's all skin trauma, it will be healed in less than ten days, Your Majesty doesn't have to worry." ”

He said it lightly, but Ye Tianhuai didn't believe it.

"Sir, don't try to deceive me. I have seen my husband's wound with my own eyes, and it is not a skin wound. Sir, you must listen to the advice of Imperial Doctor Zhou and not be careless. ”

Lu Yanchen's expression shook for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Ye Tianhuai's gaze that was complicated and scorching.

Ye Qianhuai's heart jumped when he saw it, and his eyes subconsciously dodged.

Then, she suddenly reacted that Lu Yanchen's wound was on his chest, and if she wanted to see his wound, it could only be when his upper body was not an inch.

Ye Tianhuai explained with a flustered expression: "I just ...... Seeing that the gentleman was covered in thick medicine, he expected that the wound should be serious. ”

As soon as she said this, she regretted it a little, and felt that the painting was enough. Anyway, even if the two men look at each other, it shouldn't be anything.

In this way, it seems that there is no suspicion of three hundred taels of silver here.

Seeing her panicked appearance, Lu Yanchen smiled, his eyes softened again, and said, "Your Majesty and the ministers will talk about the things outside the Chengtian Gate." ”

(End of chapter)