I kicked the male lead away

Maybe it's too unimaginable for such a dead person to come back to life, Chu Qingshu's usually calm eyes turned into turbulent waves, she held the door with one hand, calmed her breathing for a moment, then grabbed Fang Zhilan's wrist, Look at her carefully.

Although she still hated her for almost strangling herself to death just now, when Fang Zhilan saw her red eyes, she couldn't help swallowing her complaints.

"Alan..." Chu Qingshu's voice was almost trembling, and with endless deep meaning, she touched her eyebrows with her fingers, "Really, you are really back."

Immediately without waiting for Fang Zhilan to speak, she carried him into the bedroom and put him on the bed, and summoned the hidden guards who were hiding somewhere: "Master Xuan Guo is coming to Weiyang Palace."

"Ji Yucheng?" Fang Zhilan just remembered that she happened to bump into him outside the imperial study just now.

"Yeah." Chu Qingshu covered her with the quilt as if treating a treasure, gradually regaining her former composure, her slightly cool cheeks touching Fang Zhilan's face, and said in a low voice, "He agreed to my request and will take care of her for me. Your soul is recalled."

It's just that Chu Qingshu didn't expect that she would be summoned to someone else, causing her to almost...

Chu Qingshu didn't dare to think too much, if she hadn't been merciful just now, she might never see Ah Lan again.

Just the existence of this thought in her mind was like a needle pricking her whole body, making her breathless.

"I'm fine." Fang Zhilan patted Chu Qingshu's back lightly, pushing the boat along the way, simply making her mistakenly think that she came back because of the soul-calling technique.

After a while, Ji Yucheng came, still looking like an exiled immortal in white clothes and jade crown.

He only needs to take a look at Fang Zhilan, and he knows that this person is back, but he still obeys the order and puts his finger on Fang Zhilan's wrist.

"Wait." Chu Qingshu wrapped a handkerchief around Fang Zhilan's wrist before his fingertips touched Fang Zhilan's skin.

Fang Zhilan couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lower lips, thinking that if Chu Qingshu knew that she was poisoned back then with his acquiescence, she might not have been so worried.

Ji Yucheng frowned slightly.

"How?" Chu Qingshu seemed calm, but her heart was fluctuating.

Ji Yucheng withdrew his hand slowly: "It is indeed Miss Fang."

"Of course I know it's her." Seeing which pot he was lifting, Chu Qingshu said bluntly, "Ah Lan, is her soul still stable?"

This body was not hers, and if something unexpected happened one day, Chu Qingshu didn't dare to think about it.

"Whether it's safe or not, it depends on Miss Fang herself." Ji Yucheng gave Fang Zhilan a pointed look.

This person was still seeing through the world as always, Fang Zhilan withdrew her hand a little unwillingly: "Then don't bother the national teacher to read more, please go back."

She issued an order to evict the guests, so Ji Yucheng had no reason to stay longer, flicked his sleeves, and left calmly.

The two looked disgusted at each other, Chu Qingshu couldn't help smiling: "Ah Lan seems to hate him?"

"It's so-so." Fang Zhilan leaned against her, her eyes were bright and clear, "He and Sima Chen worked hand in hand..."

In the middle of speaking, Fang Zhilan saw that Chu Qingshu's complexion suddenly darkened. She immediately realized that she had said something wrong, and stretched out her hand embarrassingly, and grabbed Chu Qingshu's sleeve with the dark pattern of gold thread, as if begging for mercy. Said: "Sister Chu..."

"A-Lan really misses him so much." Chu Qingshu sneered, the fingers that were caressing Fang Zhilan's cheeks unconsciously tightened, "He was the one who was thinking about Fang Zhilan's cheeks before he died of poisoning. Bring it up?"

Fang Zhilan was so miserable that she couldn't speak. Sima Chen's mental illness had nothing to do with her, and she was clearly speaking ill of others, so she could be regarded as obsessed with it by Chu Qingshu, but she remembered that she really didn't care to say anything before she died. , only let Chu Qingshu keep Sima Chen alive, no wonder she misunderstood.

Half grievance and half guilt mixed together, Fang Zhilan originally wanted to explain, but just as she opened her mouth, her nose felt sore, and tears fell down.

Chu Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, her fingers loosened a little, and she was annoyed or not: "Why are you crying?"

"I..." Fang Zhilan quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, sat upright, and swore to the sky with her fingers up, "I've always only hated Sima Chen, so why miss him? If Sister Chu doesn't believe it, call me The five thunderbolts are not good..."

She recited a series of words smoothly, but Chu Qingshu was startled when she heard it, and immediately interrupted: "Okay."

"I believe you."

Believe it or not, Fang Zhilan can only be hers and cannot escape from her own grasp.

Fang Zhilan blinked, wrapped her arms around Chu Qingshu's waist contentedly and leaned on her, and said with distress: "Sister Chu seems to have lost weight."

Not only is the person thinner, but the heart is also withering day by day.

Chu Qingshu rubbed her cheek lightly with the tip of her nose: "Then how do you plan to compensate me?"

"What do you want to eat?" Fang Zhilan hooked Chu Qingshu's neck with her backhand, her eyes sparkled, "I'll make it for you."

She had a naive expression, with an unconscious allure, Chu Qingshu suddenly felt thirsty, and rushed towards the bright red spot.

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan was caught off guard by someone's kiss, her eyes widened a little at first, and then she closed them obediently.

In just a moment, the previous acquaintance between the two was restored one by one.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became lingering. Fang Zhilan raised her head, her cheeks were flushed. Just when she thought that Chu Qingshu would make the next move, she suddenly let go of herself, restrained herself and did not continue. Instead, he stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt up for her: "I still have government affairs to deal with, so you can sleep for a while."

It just so happened that she was dizzy and dizzy after being frightened, and she still had a lot of thoughts not cleared up. Fang Zhilan didn't think much about it, she closed her eyes obediently, and soon fell asleep.

When she woke up, she didn't see Chu Qingshu beside her.

It was already dark outside, and the shadows of the lamps under the eaves shone in through the paper window. Fang Zhilan got up and opened the door, and saw the palace guard guarding the door: "Do you know where your Majesty went?"

"Return to the girl." The man didn't dare to look at her directly, "I don't know."

"Strange..." Fang Zhilan wondered in a low voice, and when she was about to step out, she heard a steady voice behind her, "What are you going to do?"

When Fang Zhilan turned her head, she saw that Chu Qingshu was clearly in the room, with her hands behind her back, staring at her with stern eyes.

"Huh?" Fang Zhilan stepped forward to grab her arm, "I was looking for you, why didn't I see you just now?"

Chu Qingshu's eyes dimmed, but she didn't answer her words: "Are you hungry? I'll call the palace servant to pass on the meal."

It's okay if she doesn't ask, but as soon as she mentioned eating, Fang Zhilan realized that her stomach was already empty, and she didn't have time to think about anything else: "Okay!"

Not long after, the palace servants carrying the meals came in one after another, and put the exquisite dishes on the table. Fang Zhilan, who smelled the aroma, gobbled it up, wishing to bury her head in the bowl, but seeing Chu Qingshu behaved dignifiedly, every dish was delicious. They all only held a small chopstick, and then chewed slowly, suddenly felt ashamed, and then slowed down.

After dinner, Chu Qingshu still had to deal with government affairs, Fang Zhilan leaned beside her anxiously, resting her chin on her shoulder, flipping through these memorials boredly.

Immediately, he was embraced by someone, and he heard a whispering voice above his head: "It just so happens that I have a headache because of these, how about A-Lan taking over the government for me?"

Fang Zhilan didn't want to work so hard, so she had no choice but to play dumb: "Eh? I slept so hard that I can't seem to read."

Chu Qingshu took the memorial from her hand with fair and long fingers: "Why don't I read it to you?"

"..." Fang Zhilan couldn't make trouble with her, so she had to get up from Chu Qingshu's arms to finish, carefully reading the contents of the memorial.

It was just a tit-for-tat confrontation among the courtiers, Fang Zhilan followed the solutions in the original text, and solved them one by one. She read it by the side, and Chu Qingshu commented word by word on the notebook.

The atmosphere in the study gradually became warm, and the two leaned on each other, as if surrounded by the boundless night like blue waves.

Fang Zhilan suddenly remembered the kiss she had when she was drowning in the river.

The memory and reality overlapped, she couldn't help but slowly raised her head, her lips touched the corners of Chu Qingshu's mouth.

The two are lingering, both are panting a little anxiously.

At the end, Chu Qingshu stopped her movements and did not continue.

If Fang Zhilan hadn't been able to feel her unsteady breathing, Fang Zhilan would have wondered if she was not attractive to her.

Even in the next few days, even though the two of them slept in each other's arms at night, Chu Qingshu's warm breath brushed against her ears, she still didn't do anything.

Fortunately, Fang Zhilan only thought that she was too tired to deal with politics during the day, and didn't think much about it.

Until that night, she suddenly woke up from her sleep, and felt the cold around her.

A piece of cold moonlight soaked through the window, and the coolness attached to the floor in front of the bed, Fang Zhilan finally realized that something was wrong.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, got out of bed by accident, and saw that the bookcase by the hand on the north wall had been removed at some point, revealing a dark passage, extending to nowhere.

Fang Zhilan approached the entrance of the passage, and vaguely saw the candlelight in the depths.

Thinking of Chu Qingshu's strangeness today, she went back to the bed and put on another shirt, holding the copper lamp, and walked cautiously into the darkness step by step.