I kicked the male lead away

"Drip—the second world has opened."

When Fang Zhilan heard these words in the dark, she remembered that in the previous world, she and Su Yihe lived together until many years later, when she died of natural causes while lying on the hospital bed, she was teleported away.

It was a very long life, and Fang Zhilan devoted all her love to Su Yihe without any regrets.

She slowed down before opening her eyes. The sunlight in front of her was so bright that it was dazzling. Before Fang Zhilan could guess what was going on with her, a hasty voice rang in her ear: "What are you doing sitting here?" How about it? Hurry up and send this flower to the Imperial Study Room."

Fang Zhilan looked at the round-faced little palace maid in front of her, and then at the brightly branched flowers in the flower pot in her hand. She was stunned for half a second, and then said, "Okay."

She looked sideways at the surrounding environment, the towering hall, the glazed tiles on the roof reflecting the golden light of the sun.

Having been regent in this palace for many months, Fang Zhilan immediately thought of the way to the imperial study, but she didn't know who is in charge of the government today, and how the system arranged herself for a little maid.

"Isn't it because your original body was poisoned and couldn't be used at all, so I can only do this." Hearing her inner voice, the system defended.

All right, little lady-in-waiting.

Fang Zhilan looked down at her pale pink and silky white dress, which matched the pot of peony in her hand, so she readily accepted it.

Following the route in memory, Fang Zhilan hurried to the door of the imperial study.

The gatekeeper stopped her, as if afraid of disturbing the people in the room, and whispered: "What are you doing?"

"The servant girl is the maid who delivers flowers in the conservatory." Fang Zhilan replied sternly.

"Give it to me." The palace man gave her a good look, and took the flower from Fang Zhilan's body, "Your Majesty is discussing matters with the State Teacher, you just go back."

"Yes." Fang Zhilan was about to leave, but the door in front of her was suddenly opened.

She only glanced at it, and saw a smear of whiteness on Gao Bushenghan, and immediately lowered her head to lower her sense of existence.

Ji Yucheng glanced at her lightly, and walked away.

Then Fang Zhilan heard the palace servants around him respectfully say: "Your Majesty."

Before Fang Zhilan could look up, she was about to salute when she heard the person called His Majesty humming slightly.

Fang Zhilan was struck by lightning, her eyes widened in surprise, to confirm that she was not mistaken, what happened to the master she heard the voice of the palace servant just now? ?

His Majesty? !

She no longer cared about the etiquette, and suddenly raised her head. Chu Qingshu, who was full of vigor and black hair in her memory, was wearing a golden dragon robe at this moment, and her brows were full of sharpness, with an aura of calm and majesty.

Sensing Fang Zhilan's unscrupulous gaze, Chu Qingshu turned her head, then her body froze, her breathing stopped, and she narrowed her eyes to stare at her.

The air was silent for a long time before Fang Zhilan heard her voice: "Which palace is this from?"

Before she could open her mouth, the palace man next to her said, "If you want to return to Your Majesty, this is the maid from the conservatory to deliver flowers."

"When you see Gu, why don't you kneel down?"

Fang Zhilan was startled, her brows were slightly frowned, and just as she was about to kneel down, she heard her say again: "Forget it, don't appear in front of Gu in the future."

A shadow fell in front of Fang Zhilan, paused, and left without mercy.

"You said you were a little maid." The people next to you murmured, "Why did you look so dazed when you saw the Holy Majesty? Fortunately, His Majesty is kind, otherwise I'm afraid your life will be lost."

Fang Zhilan didn't say much, and left in a daze, wandering around in the huge palace, unable to find her way.

That's right, back then she secretly hid the soldier talisman and the jade seal and left them to Chu Qingshu. It was perfectly normal for her to ascend the throne and proclaim herself emperor.

Before she knew it, she went to the Weiyang Palace where she used to live.

It's just that the corridor is empty and unguarded.

Fang Zhilan still remembered that during the last half month of her poisoning, she was lingering on the sick bed in this palace, and finally waited for Chu Qingshu's return with a sigh of relief, but she had no time to say anything.

She couldn't help reaching out her hand, trying to push open the door in front of her.

However, the moment his fingertips were about to touch the door panel, a flying sword shot out from behind, heading straight in her direction.

Fang Zhilan dodged sideways, and saw that the man in black dressed as a secret guard was about to attack again.

It's just that before him, the door of the room behind him opened, and Chu Qingshu, who suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, looked at Fang Zhilan and said with a serious expression, "Back off."

These words were of course addressed to the dark guard. After he folded his hands and retreated, Chu Qingshu cast her deep gaze on Fang Zhilan: "It's you again?"

"Your Highness, forgive me." Fang Zhilan knelt down cleverly this time, "I just came here by accident..."

Before she finished speaking, Chu Qingshu caught off guard and grabbed her thin neck.

"Uh…"

Fang Zhilan was forced to raise her head, and tears appeared in her eyes due to the feeling of suffocation.

"Say." Chu Qingshu's voice was as cold as ice to the bone, "Who sent you here?"

Fang Zhilan didn't know why things suddenly became like this: "I... have no one."

"No one?" Chu Qingshu's patience was completely gone, she took a fixed look at her, and tightened her fingers inch by inch, "These eyes are quite similar, but no matter how similar they are, you are not her."

Anyone who wants to pretend to be Ah Lan will have to die, they are not worthy, and the desire to kill is surging in Chu Qingshu's heart.

Really feeling her killing intent, Fang Zhilan couldn't help but tremble all over. Driven by the desire to survive, she pinched her five fingers feebly, and her voice gradually became inaudible: "Uh... Sister Chu..."

This kitten-like voice fell into Chu Qingshu's ears like thunder, she was shocked and let go of her hand in a daze.

"Ahem..." Fang Zhilan finally escaped death, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.

It was so similar, even Chu Qingshu's fingertips were trembling slightly, her throat was a little dry: "Who... are you?"

Finally escaping from death, Fang Zhilan felt aggrieved and angry, and gave her a tearful look: "Since you don't recognize her, why bother to ask, if I tell you, wouldn't it be that you're collaborating with others to deceive you again? "

With such clever words, such arrogance, Chu Qingshu already had the answer in her heart.