The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 45
Yi Ren blinked, apparently not understanding He Lanxue's leaping exclamation.

However, no matter what the process is, the ending has already been decided!
"After Emperor Wushuang passed away, he passed on the throne to his younger brother, who is also my father, Helan Wuxia. After the father came to power, the first thing he did was to block all comments or records about Mrs. Xi, and to kill her. Mrs. Xi's party members, this is why 20 years later, most people in the world don't know about Mrs. Xi."

Yi Ren didn't quite understand what He Lan Wuxia did, but seeing He Lanxue's attitude towards Mrs. Xi, she seemed to have done a lot of unbearable things.

"But the affairs of the court have nothing to do with us. It's okay not to talk about it." After He Lanxue briefly talked about Mrs. Xi, he stopped the topic and said casually: "It's getting late, go to bed."

In fact, Yi Ren still has a lot of things to understand: For example: Why did Rong Xiu have to abandon him after He Lanxue carried everything for the Rong family?For example, why did the Pei family betray Mrs. Xi, and what exactly did Pei Ruochen want?For example, Liu Se, why did he let Director You enter the palace?For example, is the leader Huang who married Shi Shi a member of He Lanxue?Another example-what makes the brothers incompatible, so jealous?
The world is so complicated, but her cause and effect have always been simple.

I can't figure it out, and I can't think about it.

Hearing He Lanxue's words, she just nodded obediently and said, "Sleep, good night."

It's time to go to bed. I'm so sleepy.

Recently, the horses and horses have been struggling and sudden changes have occurred, and Yiren has been exhausted for a long time.

She stood up from the table, looked around the inn unsteadily, and finally caught sight of a big bed next to it with gauze curtains hanging down. Without saying a word, she climbed up on both hands and feet, and put her head under the quilt As soon as it was buried, it was wrapped tightly like a silkworm chrysalis, and almost instantly, it fell into a dream.

He Lanxue was not surprised, she was still sitting at the table, sliding her fingers over the rim of the cup, looking sideways at her, with a smile that seemed to have not yet appeared on the corner of her lips, full of doting, but her eyes were as quiet as a pool.

At any time, she can fall asleep immediately without defense, as sweet as a child.

In her heart, she really has nothing to worry about, she really is so magnanimous.Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to ask for.

And what about yourself?

He Lanxue stood up, walked slowly to the door of the room, and opened the door.

Yi Jian who had been guarding outside hastily fell to his knees, restrained his voice and begged for safety: "My lord."

"That person was really captured by Mr. Wang?" He Lanxue asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Mr. Wang has already left the mountain and is on his way to Suiyuan." Yi Jian said in a solemn voice, "Mr. Wang sent a message to the prince: advance by retreating, and seek later."

"Understood." He Lanxue nodded slightly, and said softly: "That assassin, you can let him go. Let him go back and tell the emperor, when I knew that Xiao Rong came to assassinate me, how sad I was, how painful I was, so much so that I concealed my name."

"In less than half a month, the world will know that Empress Rong sent someone to assassinate King Xiaoyao in order to protect the Rong family, and King Xiaoyao has disappeared since then." Yi Jian bowed and said, "Don't worry, my lord, within three months, my subordinates will not appear in your presence again." In front of you, expose the whereabouts of the prince."

"It doesn't matter whether we are exposed or not. Anyway, our every move will be watched. If you stay near me like before, you won't arouse that person's suspicion." He Lanxue calmly ordered: "I just want to tell that person, I If you want to hide yourself, that's enough."

"However, how did the prince know that the assassin was not sent by the queen, but planted by the emperor?" Yi Jian finally carefully asked his doubts.

"How did he know that if Xiao Rong wanted to kill me, why would he send an assassin? As long as she said a word, how could I not die for her." He Lanxue said, with an extremely evil and cold look in the corner of her eyes: "Brother Huang , don't push people too much, I also have times when I can't bear it."

Yi Jian looked up and looked at the Xiaoyao King whose temperament had changed. There was no surprise on his face, but an inexplicable joy, joy and admiration.

This is the third prince who at the age of 12 has been able to fight all the scholars with his tongue, shocked the masters of Buddhism, and shocked the world's talents.

This is the 17-year-old envoy to the Ice Country, the Xiaoyao King who disregarded the dangers and eliminated the disaster of war while talking and laughing, and made the Queen of the Ice Country fall in love with him, and did not hesitate to marry him.

This is the He Lanxue who stood at the height of the temple five years ago and said word by word to his beloved woman, 'If he betrays you, I will take back this country'.

Yi Jian almost thanked the emperor for his unnecessary actions.

If he hadn't sent someone to test the prince, if he hadn't deliberately provoked the relationship between the prince and Queen Rong, how could he have seen the peerless demeanor of the prince again?

"One more thing." After a pause, when Yi Jian was about to turn around and back away, He Lanxue said again, "Protect her well."

"Her?" Yi Jian was stunned, his eyes turned, and he naturally stayed on Yi Ren who was curled up on the big bed, sleeping soundly, and then he understood: "Don't worry, my lord, my subordinates will definitely protect the princess with all my strength. If there is even the slightest mistake in her, the subordinates will definitely raise their heads and come to see her."

"No, just treat her like me." After He Lanxue finished speaking lightly, her voice changed, and she remembered something, so she asked, "Where is Rose?"

Yi Jian lowered his head, and had the urge to wipe his sweat again.

When Yi Ren woke up, He Lanxue was still sitting by the table, as if she hadn't moved all night.

She sat up, stretched indecently, and greeted politely: "Good morning."

Then, she rubbed her eyes with her fist, and when her fist moved away, a patch of water red, deep red and pink suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

He Lanxue put the bamboo basket on the bed leisurely, and said casually: "Yi Jian prepared it, but it's a fake one. I'll find the real one for you when it's the flowering season."

Yi Ren seemed to have never heard of it, but just stared blankly at the bamboo basket of silk flowers in front of her. The flowers made of silk were lifelike and delicate, as if she could really smell the fragrance of the flowers—blooming like a heart flower.

"What?" Seeing that Yi Ren remained silent for a long time, He Lanxue raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you happy to be stupid? Or do you think it's fake?"

Only then did Yi Ren raise his head, hugged the bamboo basket in his arms, and then raised an incomparably bright smiling face, and said sweetly, "Thank you."

This time, it was He Lanxue's turn to start to be dazed.

He didn't know that a person's smile can be so bright, as if he can really see a hidden thread, twisted and twisted, tied to the sincerity without any pretense, without even a hypocritical reserve.

So infectious.

Even this dank room is much brighter.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he had put in so much effort, almost risking his life, to get Xuezhi for Rongxiu. When he held it in front of her full of longing, Rongxiu just smiled, maybe excited, but the smile was so noble and subtle, Gratitude is so stingy and tiny.

But the woman in front of her can get all her touch and joy in exchange for just a bouquet of silk flowers.

Yi Ren was too easy to be satisfied, and her joy made He Lanxue inexplicably reflect: what I gave was really too little, too little, not worthy of her smile like this.

But as far as Yi Ren is concerned, her thoughts are really simple: He Lanxue is so cute, she actually believes that roses are roses.However, the extra kindness of the breeder is very rare.

So, she smiled extra happily, that's all.

After getting settled in Suiyuan, He Lanxue asked Yiren three strange questions.

First, is she still thinking about Pei Ruochen?
Second, if something happens to Pei Ruochen, will she be worried?

The third one, if one day he and Pei Ruochen were enemies, which side would Yi Ren stand on?
At that time, Yi Ren just looked at him cheerfully, unable to speak.

It took her a long time to say, "Why did these things happen?"

After leaving the inn, He Lanxue became A Xue again, and set up a clinic to practice medicine in a small village in Suiyuan Border Town.

The so-called establishment of a clinic is naturally not a happy opening with bursts of firecrackers - in a remote place, a medical clinic is nothing more than a neat thatched hut, with many not too expensive medicinal materials placed in front of the door, all picked by He Lanxue herself.

Although He Lanxue has never studied medicine, it is just that he has been talented since he was a child, he has read a lot of books, and he has a little knowledge of medicine, and the people he comes into contact with on weekdays are all famous imperial physicians. The folk barefoot doctors are naturally much smarter.

Therefore, since the opening, he has been welcomed by neighbors.

And Yi Jian's followers disappeared after He Lanxue settled down, at least Yi Ren never saw them again.

No servants, no restaurants, and apparently no money—

She discovered that the doctors in this life are really poor, no matter how complicated the disease is, they only charge very little money, and it is effective, unlike the previous life, which is an absolute middle-class income.

Only then did Yi Ren truly understand: what is meant by suffering in the world.

He Lanxue originally didn't want her to manage the house, but there were only the two of them inside and outside the house. Occasionally when he got busy, she had to worry about three meals a day.

There were some scattered copper coins on the table. He Lanxue didn't know how to manage money. Whenever he had income, he would put it on the table and take it when he needed it.

People who are used to holding a lot of silver bills, people who have been spending money like water since birth, really have no sense for such small change.

Yiren can understand.

Fortunately, He Lanxue rarely cooks without rice, anyway, he is also a prince.

But cooking is still a very painful thing.

One morning, Yi Ren came out of the room yawning, and glanced at the bedroom opposite: the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and He Lanxue had already woken up.

She looked out through the window paper: the winter mist had slowly dissipated, and He Lanxue was standing alone in the desolate courtyard with weeds, fiddling with the dried herbs in the dustpan with her slender fingers, her posture was leisurely and peaceful.

Yi Ren turned her head and searched for food all over the room - there was nothing that could be eaten directly. It seems that He Lanxue was lazy today, and she was going to rely on her again.

After waiting for a while, Aunt Wang from the house next door walked over with her sleeves rolled up. When she saw He Lanxue, she greeted her very affectionately, "Have you eaten yet?"

When Yi Ren heard the sound, she poked her head out of the small hut and took a look. When she saw Aunt Wang, she smiled sweetly, and then shrank her head back.

Seeing this, Aunt Wang winked and asked narrowly, "Did your mother-in-law overcook the rice again?"

(End of this chapter)