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Her lover blinked, clearly not understanding what He Lan Xue had said about her jumping ability.

However, no matter what the process was, the outcome had already been decided!

"After Emperor Wu Shuang passed away, he passed the throne down to his younger brother. The first thing my father did after taking the throne was to seal off all talk or records about Madam Xi and to exterminate all the members of her faction. This is also the reason why, twenty years later, many people do not know about Madam Xi. "

Houlan had no time to explain her actions, but looking at how She Lan Xue treated Madam Xi, she seemed to have done many unbearable things.

"However, the matters of the court have nothing to do with us anymore. "It's fine if you don't want to say it." After He Lan Xue gave a simple explanation of Madam Xi, she changed the topic and casually said, "It's getting late. Go to sleep."

Actually, there were still a lot of things that she wanted to know: For example, why did she still have to abandon him even after she had taken care of everything for the Rong family? For example, why would the Pei clan sell out Madam Xi? What exactly was it that Pei Ruochen wanted? For example, Liuhua, why did he let Chief Eunuch enter the palace? For example, was Sect Leader Huang, who had married 11, a member of He Lan Xue? Another example would be... what caused these two brothers to be at odds with each other?

The world was so complicated, and her Karma was always simple.

He couldn't figure it out, nor could he think about it.

Hearing He Lan Xue's words, she nodded obediently and said, "I slept. Good night."

It was time to sleep.

Recently, the car was in a bad mood and the mutation was unceasing. Yi Ren was already exhausted.

She stood up from the table and unsteadily looked around the inn, finally catching sight of a large bed with a curtain hanging over it. Without saying anything, she climbed up on her hands and knees and buried her head in the quilt, tightly wrapping herself up like a silkworm.

His fingers slid along the rim of the cup as he turned his head to the side to look at her. There was a smile hanging on his lips, yet it was filled with affection. However, his eyes were as tranquil as a pool.

At any time, she could fall asleep at once, defenseless, sweet as a child.

In her heart, there was nothing to worry about. She was truly magnanimous. No guilt, no desire.

As for himself?

She slowly walked to the door and opened it.

Yi Jian, who had been standing guard outside the whole time, quickly knelt down and whispered, "Your Highness."

"That person was really captured by Mr. Wang?" He Lan Xue asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Teacher Wang has already left the mountain and is on his way to Suiyuan." Yi Jian said in a low voice, "Mr Wang sent word to the prince: retreat to advance, and ask for further instructions."

"Got it." He Lan Xue nodded slightly, and said lightly: "You can release that assassin now. Tell him to go back and tell the emperor how upset I was when Xiao Rong tried to assassinate me and how painful it was for me to die, so I hid my name. "

"In less than half a month, everyone will know that in order to protect the Rong family, Empress Rong sent someone to assassinate the Carefree King, causing him to disappear without a trace." Yi Jian bowed and said, "Do not worry, your highness. Within three months, your subordinate will not appear before you again, exposing your whereabouts."

"It doesn't matter if it's exposed or not. Our every move is being monitored. You will stand guard near me as you did before, and you will not arouse the suspicion of that person. " He Lan Xue calmly instructed, "I just want to tell that person that I have the intention to go into seclusion, that's enough."

"However, how did Your Highness know that the assassin wasn't sent by the Queen, but was planted by the Emperor?" Yi Jian finally asked the question that puzzled him.

"How would he know that if Xiao Rong wanted to kill me, why would she send an assassin? All she had to do was say it, and I would die for her sake." As He Lan Xue said this, her eyes exuded an extremely charming coldness. "Royal brother, don't push me too far. There will be a time when I can't take it anymore."

Yi Jian raised his head and looked at the completely changed Xiao Yao. There was no surprise on his face. Instead, there was a kind of inexplicable joy, joy and admiration.

This was the third prince who had battled the Scholars at the age of twelve, shook the hearts of buddhist masters, and astounded all the geniuses in the world.

This was the Xiao Yao King who had sent an envoy to the Ice Country at the age of seventeen, who looked down on all dangers as he chatted and laughed, who had averted the scourge of war and made the Ice Country's Queen fall in love with him, unhesitatingly marrying him.

This was five years ago, when she stood at the peak of the temple and said to her beloved woman, word by word, 'If he dares to betray her, I will take back this river and mountain', the high-spirited, demonic and unstoppable He Lanxue.

Yi Jian was almost thankful for the emperor's superfluous actions.

If he hadn't sent people to probe the prince, if he hadn't deliberately stirred up the relationship between the prince and Empress Rong, how would he have been able to see the prince's peerless grace again?

"One more thing." Pausing for a moment, when Yi Jian was ready to turn around and retreat, He Lan Xue spoke again, "Protect her well."

"She?" Yi Jian was stunned. He turned his gaze and naturally looked at his wife who was curled up on the bed, snoring loudly. Then he understood, "Rest assured your highness, your subordinate will do his best to protect your consort. If she is the slightest bit inferior, this subordinate will definitely raise his head and meet her. "

"No need, just treat her like you treat me." He Lan Xue lightly said. Her voice changed as she thought of something, so she asked: "Where's the rose?"

Yi Jian lowered his head, feeling the urge to wipe off his sweat.

When she woke up, Helene was still sitting at the table, as if she hadn't been there all night.

She sat up, stretched ungracefully, and greeted him politely. "Good morning."

Then she rubbed her eyes with her fist, and when she moved it away, there was a sudden flush, crimson and pink.

He Lan Xue lazily placed the bamboo basket on the bed. She carelessly said, "It was prepared by Yi Jian, but it's fake. I'll find a real one to give you when the time comes."

She acted like she didn't hear him. She just stared at the bamboo basket of silk flowers in front of her. The silk flowers looked vivid and beautiful. It was as if she could actually smell the fragrance of the flowers — blooming like a heart flower.

"Why?" Seeing her stay silent for a long time, He Lan Xue raised her eyebrows, curled her lips, and said: "Are you happy? Or do you find it fake? "

Only then did her lover raise his head and hold the bamboo basket in his arms. Then, with a bright smile, he sweetly said, "Thank you."

This time, it was He Lan Xue's turn to be baffled.

He did not know that a person's smile could be so bright. It was as if he could actually see a hidden thread wrapped around a person's heart that was completely without disguise, without even a hypocritical modesty.

Thus, it was full of infectious force.

Even this gloomy room had become much brighter.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he had spent so much effort, almost risking his life, to bring her the snow fungus. When he had eagerly brought it to her, she had only smiled, perhaps excitedly, but her smile was noble and reserved.

However, the woman in front of him could be moved and overjoyed just by holding a handful of silk flowers.

It was too easy to be satisfied with her lover. Her happiness made He Lan Xue reflect: "I gave her too little. It's too little. It's not worthy of her smile."

However, to her lover, her thoughts were very simple: He Lan Xue was really cute. She really believed that the rose was a rose. However, the extra kindness from the keeper was very rare.

So, she was especially happy, that's all.

After Suiyuan was settled, Houlan Xue had asked her three strange questions.

Firstly, was she still thinking about Pei Ruochen?

Secondly, if something happened to Pei Ruochen, would she be worried?

Third, if one day he became enemies with Pei Ruochen, who would his wife stand on?

At that time, his lover had only been looking at him, unable to say a word.

After a long time, she finally said, "Why did all this happen?"

After leaving the inn, He Lan Xue changed back into A Xue. She set up a shop in a small village in Suiyuan town to practice medicine.

The so-called building was naturally not the place where firecrackers were set up. In a faraway place, a hospital was just a thatched cottage. In front of the door were many not too precious herbs that Hera Xue had personally picked.

It was just that since he was a young genius, he had read many books and was slightly involved in the field of medicine. Furthermore, he had been in daily contact with famous imperial doctors, and under the influence of his knowledge, his medical skills were naturally much better than those of barefooted doctors.

Thus, from the very beginning, he was welcomed by his neighbors.

As for Yi Jian's followers, they had also disappeared after He Lan Xue had settled down. At least, they had never seen them again.

There were no servants, no restaurants, and no money.

She discovered that the doctors in this world were really poor. No matter how complicated the illness was, they would only be able to charge a tiny amount of silver. Moreover, it was effective.

It was then that her lover finally felt the true meaning of human suffering.

He Lan Xue initially didn't want her to be in charge of the house, but once in a while, when he got busy, she would worry about the food three times a day.

There were some scattered copper coins on the table. He Lan Xue didn't know how to manage money, so whenever she had money, he would put it on the table. When he needed it, he would go and get it.

People who were used to taking large amounts of silver notes and who had spent it like dirt since birth really had no sense of propriety when it came to money like this.

Her lover could understand.

Fortunately, there were very few situations in which He Lanxue would cook without rice. At least, he was once a prince.

But cooking was still an extremely painful thing.

One morning she came out of her room, yawning, and glanced across at the bedroom. The quilts on the bed were neatly folded.

She looked out through the window paper: the winter mist had slowly dispersed, and Helan Xue was standing alone in the desolate garden, her long fingers fiddling with the dried herbs in the dustpan, looking relaxed and serene.

Houlan turned her head and looked around the room for food — there was no one to eat it directly. It seemed that Houlan was the one who had to rely on to be lazy today.

After a while, Aunt Wang, who was sitting next door, rolled up her sleeves and walked over. When she saw He Lan Xue, she greeted her with great affection, "Have you eaten?"

When her servant heard the sound, she peeped inside the thatched cottage. When she saw Aunt Wang, she sweetly smiled and withdrew her head.

Seeing this, Aunt Wang made a face and asked mischievously, "Did your wife cook the rice again?"