A thick raindrop fell on the blue-gray stone road, smashing a scattered watermark.

It's like a horn of a charge.

Soon, countless equally heavy raindrops crackled one after another.

Torrential rain poured down.

Li Baoquan, who was waiting in the door hole with the tomb guards, looked at the sudden heavy rain, and the expression on his face immediately changed.

He hurriedly opened the umbrella he had bought earlier and walked out of the doorway quickly.

"Grandpa Li......"

He ignored the call of the lieutenant behind him, and walked farther and farther in the rain curtain without looking back.

The rain was so heavy that it even steamed. Soon, Li Baoquan's figure was indistinguishable in the rain. Because of the strong wind, most of his clothes were wet, and only his gray hair was still dry.

He walked twenty or thirty paces before he stopped and turned around, he raised his umbrella and looked up the Ming Tower, trying to find the thin figure in gray clothes on the top of the building in the rain.

It's a pity that the battlements blocked Ye Tianhuai's figure.

Li Baoquan's heart became anxious.

The emperor ordered that no one of them should be allowed to go to the city, but now that it was raining so heavily, the emperor did not have an umbrella by his side, and he must have been drenched.

"Your Majesty!" Li Baoquan shouted downstairs.

His call was like a piece of driftwood in the sound of a rushing rainstorm, and it was drowned out before it could even roll up a single wave.

Li Baoquan became even more anxious.

As an old man in the palace who has dutifully adhered to the post of eunuch all his life, whether it was with Emperor Shunping or Ye Qianhuai, he has never disobeyed his master's orders once.

Therefore, at this moment, he was repeatedly tormented by the duty of a loyal servant in his heart and his worries about Ye Tianhuai.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a figure holding an umbrella faintly appeared in the rain curtain of the official road in the distance.

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Ye Qianhuai felt very hot.

The jar of wine rolled down her throat and into her lungs like a fire, and soon burned in her chest, and then burned down her limbs with blood.

The rain fell on her, and soon soaked through the gray robe, leaving the lining wet against her.

But Ye Tinghuai only felt cool and comfortable.

The rainstorm seemed to be a catharsis in her heart. The heavier the rain, the more happy she felt in her heart.

Ye Tianhuai stood up with her sword on the ground, and the wine jar that was only half left was swept away by her robe and poured down in the rain, and the wine was mixed with the rain and scattered.

She staggered to the closed door of the Ming Building, raised her left hand sharply, and grabbed the carved sandalwood on the door, and in the rain, the slender hand was like an eagle's claw.

Ye Qian looked at the faintly shadowy tablets in the room, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealed a paranoid smile, and said: "The ancestor of the ranks, Delong Wangzun, shines on the sun and the moon, but he may have expected that the Ye family's country finally fell on the shoulders of women?" ”

She smiled self-deprecatingly, the sharp light in her eyes dissipated, and said, "I don't want to be this emperor at all...... They all say that 'governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh', I don't believe it. Why is Xiaoxian so difficult to cook? Governing a big country is like governing a big country, and if you make a mistake, you may never recover. ”

Ye Tianhuai's hand holding the carved flower on the door loosened, her expression sank, and the rain flowed down the scattered hair on her forehead, but it couldn't hide her resolute gaze.

"Since God has let everything start all over again, it means that the fate of the great scene should not be extinguished. Although I stole the country in the name of a woman, and my crime should be punished, I still ask my ancestors and ancestors to give me some time. I will prove to the ranks that God has made the right choice. I will turn the tide and help the building to fall. When the dust settles and we get back on track, I will go to the Yellow Spring and ask the ancestors for their sins. But for now, please lend me your power. ”

In the murmuring rain, Ye Tianhuai's thin figure stood straight. At her feet, the long sword that was encircled between the palm of her right hand suddenly shook.

Surprise flashed in Ye Qianhuai's eyes.

With a slight force in her right hand, she raised the sword, held it horizontally between her palms, and then slowly pulled the blade out.

A cold light reflected in Ye Qianhuai's eyes.

This is a very ordinary long sword, the material is ordinary, and the system is ordinary. Ye Tianhuai uses it to practice swords on weekdays, and she carries this sword with her every time she leaves the palace in order to hide her identity.

But at this time, there seemed to be a compelling aura flowing on this sword, which made Ye Tianhuai's back spine feel cold.

She subconsciously clenched the hilt of her sword and watched the sword body lose her mind.

The sword seemed to come to life, grabbing Ye Qianhuai's mind, making her unable to take her eyes off.

For a while, the torrential rain seemed to have dissipated. Ye Qianhuai felt as if she had been dragged back to the war-torn and turbulent times of her previous life, and as far as she could see, there were stacks of war reports on the desk, and between the lines of the war reports were heart-rending shouts on the battlefield and the tragedy of stumps and broken arms.

The severed limbs were going to drag her into a hell of fire and ice.

Ye Tianhuai's face turned pale.

At that moment, a warm and powerful hand suddenly grabbed her sword-wielding right wrist.

Ye Tianhuai came back to his senses suddenly.

The sound of crackling rain filled her eardrums again.

Then, a familiar voice burst out beside her through the sound of rain.

"Your Majesty is a country, how can you be so suspidant?!" The voice was shocked and angry, a tone that Ye Qianhuai had never heard before.

Ye Qianhuai raised his head and faced the dark eyes of Shanglu Yanchen, and Ye Qianhuai's miserable white face was reflected in the black eyes.

Lu Yanchen clamped Ye Qianhuai's hand holding the sword with one hand, so that the sword in her hand could not be saved, he looked down at her with a frown, seeing Ye Qianhuai's face, he loosened his brows, his tone softened, and asked, "Your Majesty is okay?" ”

Ye Qianhuai looked down at the sword in his hand, which was silent like a dead thing in the rain at the moment.

"I ...... I didn't want to kill myself. I was stunned. Ye Qianhuai lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Mr. for your help." Mr...... Now it's time to let go. ”

was said by Ye Qianhuai, and Lu Yanchen let go of the hand that was holding her. He looked at Ye Qianhuai again to make sure she was okay before turning around to pick up the paper umbrella that had been dropped a few steps away.

Ye Tianhuai noticed that Lu Yanchen was holding an umbrella, but at this moment he was already soaked. Thinking that when he went up to the Ming Tower, he saw Ye Tianhuai holding a long sword and looking strange, so he didn't care about the umbrella in his hand, and grabbed Ye Tianhuai's side with an arrow step and restrained her sword-holding hand first.

Soon, the gray and yellow paper umbrella was covered on the top of Ye Qianhuai's head.

Lu Yanchen almost propped up the entire umbrella on Ye Tianhuai's head, and his own back was all exposed to the rain.

"Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first." Lu Yanchen said.

Ye Qianhuai didn't move, she still hung her head, letting the rain trickle down the hairline of her temples.

After a long time, she suddenly asked, "Sir, am I a faint king?" ”