After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 251 Original Intention

Ye Qinghuai was silent for a long time, then looked at the pen placed next to the inkstone. The ink on the tip of the pen had dried.

"Li Baoquan, come in."

The door opened immediately, and Li Baoquan, who had been waiting outside, walked in quickly. He quickly observed the emperor's expression, then lowered his head and walked to Ye Qinghuai.

"Your Majesty, it's already noon, would you like to have dinner?"

Ye Qinghuai did not respond to his words, but ordered: "Help me grind it."

Li Baoquan could tell from the emperor's cold and hard tone that he did not dare to say anything more and quietly began to grind the ink.

Ye Qinghuai stared at his hand grinding ink for a while, then suddenly asked, "I remember you are from Yongjia, Tanzhou. Yongjia is 1,400 miles away from Shengjing. Why did you come to Shengjing to enter the palace?"

"Your Majesty, when I was twelve years old, there was a flood in Yongjia. After the flood, there was a plague in the county town. Half of the people in the city died. I was the only one left at home with my sister. All the land in the family was sold to buy medicine. There was not much money left. When my mother passed away, she said that she had a cousin in Beijing and asked me to take my sister to seek refuge with him. But after I arrived in Beijing, I asked around but couldn't find that family."

At this point, Li Baoquan was silent, thinking that it was the darkest moment in his life.

"I was only fourteen years old at that time. I was thin and weak, and I couldn't find a job, so I could only beg on the street with my sister. Later, we couldn't make a living anymore. Just then, the new emperor ascended the throne and the palace was recruiting people. A eunuch could be paid ten taels of silver to enter the palace, so I went and left the ten taels of silver to my sister."

He spoke simply, but Ye Qinghuai could also guess some of the bitterness in it.

"Did you find your sister later?" Ye Qinghuai asked.

Li Baoquan smiled helplessly: "By the time I was able to leave the palace, six years had passed, and things outside the palace had changed. Later, I went to look for her, but there was no news after so many years. I think even if she was still alive, she would have been a fifty-year-old woman, and perhaps she is no longer alive."

His tone was calm, and he seemed to have let it go.

Ye Qinghuai fell silent. She remembered Lin Yuxiu's last words -

"Your casual remark may mean a lifetime of suffering for them."

When the sufferings Li Baoquan experienced in his childhood were reported to the emperor, the emperor only said, "In the summer of the 51st year of Yan Zhao, a flood occurred in Yongjia, flooding thousands of acres of fertile land and displacing the people."

She inexplicably thought of Qin Baozhu again.

I remember how she smiled when she was alive, and how she lay pale under the moonlight when she died.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly realized that she seemed to have not thought about Qin Baozhu for a long time. Just as she seemed to have forgotten that she had made a solemn vow in front of Qin Baozhu's spirit that she would turn Dajing into a place where ordinary girls like Qin Baozhu could live happily.

That was her original intention in deciding to secure the throne.

For this, she could give up everything. Give up the easy way of ruling by doing nothing, give up the idyllic life of abdicating and letting the virtuous queen escape from everything, and give up the simple happiness that a woman could have.

Ye Qinghuai slowly frowned, and her tired eyes gradually brightened up again, and the spirit of the unyielding wolf cub appeared in her again.

The emperor suddenly stood up and turned to look at the huge map hanging on the wall behind him.

Her eyes fell on Qing County for a moment, then she raised her head and slowly looked towards the desert in the northwest.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes darkened, as if he had thought of something, and then he turned around and walked out of the house. "Li Baoquan, go to Wenyuan Pavilion."

Li Baoquan, confused, put down the ink that he had not yet ground, and trotted behind the emperor who was striding with big steps, while loudly announcing, "Go to Wenyuan Pavilion--" and waving his hand for the servants in the courtyard to follow quickly.
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Wenxuan Hall, the hour of Hai.

The main hall of the study was brightly lit. An old map of the northern border was spread out on the desk, with several piles of books beside it. In the corner of the desk stood a bowl of eight-treasure soup that had been reheated twice.

Seeing that the emperor would have to stay up until late tonight, Li Baoquan, who was serving beside him, thought about finding an opportunity to persuade the emperor to drink the soup. After all, the emperor had only eaten a simple bowl of noodles from noon until now. If the emperor was physically exhausted, he, as the eunuch chief, would be to blame.

Just as he was about to speak, a young eunuch trotted in from outside the door. After paying his respects, he reported, "Your Majesty, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Lin Yuxiu, is outside the palace gate asking for an audience. He said he has something important to report."

Ye Qinghuai, who was buried in a book, raised his head. His face was very ugly and his voice was frighteningly cold: "If he has anything to say, we can talk about it in the morning court tomorrow. I am busy and have no time to see him. Let him go."

After saying that, Ye Qinghuai lowered his head and went back to his own business.

The young eunuch who came to report had obviously never seen the emperor so irritable, and for a moment he didn't know how to convey the message, so he looked at Li Baoquan who was standing beside him with some helplessness.

Li Baoquan pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you go quickly? His Majesty has spoken, just tell him the truth."

The young eunuch then bowed his head and trotted away.

After a stick of incense had passed, the young eunuch came back.

This time he was holding a folded book in his hand.

"Your Majesty, Minister Lin said... he would leave immediately after Your Majesty reads this memorial." The young eunuch was a little nervous and stuttered when speaking.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the memorial in his hand, frowned, sighed, and gestured to Li Baoquan.

She knew Lin Yuxiu's character. If she didn't approve his memorial today, he would wait outside the palace gate all night.

Li Baoquan quickly understood the emperor's intention and went to get the memorial and presented it to Ye Qinghuai.

She looked at the memorial with a painful expression, sighed, and seemed to have prepared herself mentally for a while before she opened it reluctantly.

While Ye Qinghuai was reading the memorials, Li Baoquan quietly asked the eunuch who was delivering the message to leave.

The old eunuch, who was over fifty years old, had an ominous premonition. He felt that the emperor would be furious soon. He had been with Ye Qinghuai for four years, and it was the first time he saw the young emperor use the word "get out" to his subjects. He couldn't help but lower his head and criticize Lin Yuxiu in his heart. This person was really fearless and even worse than his stubborn father.

"Go, quickly summon Lin Yuxiu to see me." Ye Qinghuai's voice interrupted Li Baoquan's thoughts.

He raised his head and saw the emperor looking at Lin Yuxiu's memorial with great enthusiasm. The previous irritation was gone from his eyes, which were filled with surprise and appreciation, and even his tone was filled with uncontrollable joy.

This was beyond Li Baoquan's expectations.

He was stunned for a moment, then he said loudly to the outside: "Tell Lin Yuxiu to come to the Wenyuan Pavilion for an audience--"