I kicked the male lead away

The passage was dark and long, and it was so quiet that Fang Zhilan could only hear her own breathing. As she walked forward step by step, a light suddenly appeared at the corner, followed by a chill that permeated her skin.

A space the size of a dormitory appeared in front of her, and the candlelight was flickering. When she saw the figure on the wall, she almost cried out in fright.

She was not relieved until she saw that the owner of the shadow was the familiar Chu Qingshu, but then she found something even more wrong.

The long and square thing beside Chu Qingshu...is it a coffin?

Fang Zhilan swallowed, the hand holding the candlestick was shaking.

As if finally hearing her movement, Chu Qingshu slowly turned her head: "You are here."

Her voice was still filled with infinite tenderness, but Fang Zhilan couldn't help trembling along with the coldness in the cellar.

"Sister Chu..." Fang Zhilan stood where she was and refused to approach her, her voice was shaking so much that she was about to cry, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing?" Chu Qingshu tilted her head, her eyes were a little confused, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved, "I'm waiting for A-Lan to wake up."

Fang Zhilan finally saw clearly what was in the middle of the room.

It was an ice coffin, with a transparent cover, the face of the person lying inside was calm, but the skin was so pale that there was no trace of blood, it was the real Fang Zhilan, at this moment she fell into a deep sleep, motionless.

With a "bang dong", the candlestick in her hand fell suddenly, and the sound echoed in the empty room. Only then did she realize that the cellar was surrounded by ice. No wonder she was in it, and even her fingertips were so cold that she couldn't feel it.

Fang Zhilan finally understood where Chu Qingshu had been these days, so how did Chu Qingshu spend the countless days and nights when she was not around?

Across the ice coffin, I hoped for a completely lifeless creature, hoping that she would wake up one day.

"That's not me." Fang Zhilan supported the wall with one hand and said with all her strength.

"You're talking nonsense!" Chu Qingshu immediately frowned, and said viciously, "This is clearly..."

Immediately, as if she was in pain, she stopped talking, covered her temple with one hand, and said in an extremely uncomfortable way: "Alan..."

"Sister Chu!" Fang Zhilan didn't care about anything else, and hurried forward to support Chu Qingshu to check her situation.

Then when Chu Qingshu raised her eyes, she saw the blood in her eyes.

"How are you?" Fang Zhilan was a little at a loss, afraid of bumping into her.

Chu Qingshu stared fixedly at her, and then at the person lying flat in the ice coffin.

As if something was about to split her mind, even the blood in her meridians was boiling. Chu Qingshu's mind appeared for a while the scene of the two getting along in the past, and for a while it was the somewhat unfamiliar picture in front of her. s face.

She grasped Fang Zhilan's hand tightly, like a drowning person grabbing driftwood, refusing to let it go, and only said aloud: "A-Lan, A-Lan..."

Her A-Lan is back, but her A-Lan hasn't woken up yet.

The oil lamp in the secret room cast a gloomy light, Fang Zhilan held her shoulders, and said word by word again: "That's not me."

"Shut up!" Hearing these words, like a hungry wolf protecting food, Chu Qingshu raised her scarlet eyes, glared at Fang Zhilan, grabbed her wrist, and forced her to face Looking inside the coffin, "This is Ah Lan, how could Gu not recognize her appearance?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zhilan snorted softly after being thrown on the coffin suddenly.

Through the transparent crystal coffin lid, she caught a glimpse of the person in the coffin fully dressed, with a serene face, long hair scrupulously pulled up, and a slight upward curve on the corners of her lips.

"This is clearly the lonely Ah Lan." Chu Qingshu said on top of her head, "Even this dress was changed for her by myself."

Her elbow was pinned down, and there was pain in her shoulder blades. Fang Zhilan never imagined that one day she would confront Chu Qingshu so tit for tat, a sour feeling rose from her nose, and she was rarely willing to give in: "It's not, she never neither."

Chu Qingshu narrowed her cold eyes slightly, and her strength increased a little.

Fang Zhilan gritted her teeth in pain: "This person is dead long ago, and she is not the real me, the one in front of you is."

"It was my conspiracy to bring you from Sicheng to the south, away from the frontier."

"I took care of you when you were sick."

"It was I who jumped into the icy river with you and was knocked unconscious by the rocks."

"I went to Canglong Village with you to make you a bowl of Yangchun noodles on a rainy night..."

Every time she said a word, Fang Zhilan's heart became firmer.

Accompanying her has never been others, but her real Fang Zhinan.

Chu Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and her headache became more severe, as if someone was cutting off her blood vessels with a saw. Her lips parted, and when she was about to say something, she passed out completely and fell on her body.

Fang Zhilan was finally able to catch her breath. She didn't want to stay in this gloomy environment for a while. Fortunately, this maid's body had done rough work and was strong enough. She finally dragged Chu Qingshu out of the cellar and called The palace people summoned the imperial physician.

"How is it?" Fang Zhilan hurriedly asked while standing by the bed, seeing the imperial physician who was diagnosing the pulse withdraw his hand.

"This..." The old doctor stroked his beard and frowned, "Your Majesty is in good health, but his pulse is fast and chaotic. It should be a heart disease. I will prescribe a calming prescription first, but the heart disease needs a heart medicine... "

Listening to what he said, Fang Zhilan shifted her gaze to Chu Qingshu, and there was a bit of worry in her eyes that couldn't be wiped away.

Of course she understands this reason, but when she refuted last night, Chu Qingshu's reaction was so strong that she might not be able to deal with it.

Fang Zhilan guarded Chu Qingshu all night, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she woke up.

"What's wrong with me?" Chu Qingshu still felt a dull pain in her temple when she opened her mouth.

"It's okay." Seeing that she couldn't remember what happened last night, Fang Zhilan felt relieved, yawned, and buried her head in the pillow.

The red mark on the wrist inadvertently ran into Chu Qingshu's eyes.

She squinted her eyes and remained silent for a while, without saying anything more.

"Sister Chu." Fang Zhilan said suddenly, "Have you never felt strange? Why am I just a concubine of the Fang family, yet so bold."

"..." Of course Chu Qingshu had these doubts, but she buried them deep in her heart and didn't think much about them.

"Because I'm not her at all." Fang Zhilan suddenly raised her head, looking directly at her, "Never."

Her gaze was too stubborn and obstinate to be avoided.

"So..." Fang Zhilan took a deep breath, and put her palm on the back of Chu Qingshu's, "Let her be buried in peace."

"You know all about it?" Chu Qingshu asked, she immediately thought of something, "Alan, did I hurt you last night?"

"Yes." Fang Zhilan replied casually, and tapped her heart with her fingertips, "Here, it hurts."

"Sorry." The shame in Chu Qingshu's eyes could not be faked, but she did not agree to Fang Zhilan's request.

That was her only hope in countless days and nights of despair. Even though A-Lan is really back now, she still looks like a person floating in the water, seeing the shore but still not daring to let go of the stick. driftwood.

Fang Zhilan never expected that she would be reduced to the point where she would compete with a dead man for favor. She stretched out her arms to hug Chu Qingshu, sighed quietly, and did not speak.

Chu Qingshu went to court as if fleeing, and even after the morning court ended, she hid in the imperial study and did not want to return to the palace.

Obviously even governing the country is of great importance to her, but this time, she couldn't give a positive or negative answer.

However, before Chu Qingshu could think about the result, someone from the palace rushed to report: "Your Majesty, Weiyang Palace is flooded!"

Chu Qingshu trembled her hands while reviewing the memorial, feeling boundless fear in her heart, and hurried to Weiyang Palace.

The fire was not too big, the palace servants carried buckets back and forth and poured water one after another, Chu Qingshu rushed into the palace without even thinking about it, and did not turn back no matter how the palace servants behind him shouted.

Sure enough, Fang Zhilan was in the corner, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, her hair was messed up, and her makeup was also messed up.

"Alan!" Chu Qingshu caught her figure at a glance, reached out to hold her, "Come out with me."

"I don't." As soon as Fang Zhilan opened her mouth, she was choked and coughed repeatedly, with tears in her eyes, "I lit the fire, and I also lit the fire in the secret room. If you take me out, don't even think about coming in to save the fire." others."

Chu Qingshu was almost laughed angrily by her, picked her up without saying a word, let Fang Zhilan thump about, and led her out of the hall with a cold face.

Then, regardless of the intensity of the fire, he took her to his bedroom and threw her directly on the bed.

Just as Fang Zhilan wanted to turn over, she was pressed between the quilts.

With a "slap", an unspeakable part behind her was severely slapped.

Just as she was about to struggle, she was slapped hard again.

Right now, Zhilan didn't dare to move anymore, she froze on the bed, her eye circles quietly turned red, and she pursed her mouth innocently.

"You're really talented." Chu Qingshu pinched the back of her neck with one hand, gnashing her teeth like pinching a kitten, "Have you learned how to threaten people?"

"I..." Fang Zhilan, who was frightened by her, was aggrieved and kept silent.

"Okay." Chu Qingshu's voice suddenly softened first, and her lips pressed against her ear, "I only want you alone, do you believe it now?"

"Ah Lan." Chu Qingshu hugged her so hard that Fang Zhilan couldn't move, "I only have you, and I only want you."

Fang Zhilan felt her thin, cool lips move on the back of her neck, accompanied by light or heavy pressure.

The subsequent punishment is even more self-evident. Fang Zhilan has a deep understanding of what it means to be self-inflicted. As the driftwood of a drowning person, she can't help but rise and fall in the water, and is carried and bumped by the waves. Crying and begging for mercy was of no avail.

After a bout of exhaustion, she fell into a drowsy sleep until the middle of the night. When she opened her eyes, Chu Qingshu was still holding her waist by the pillow, and Fang Zhilan's heart felt a little more at ease.

Weiyang Palace was destroyed by the fire, and in the days that followed, she simply stayed in Chu Qingshu Palace, accompanying her to deal with political affairs during the day, and at night...

Well, naturally it is so absurd.

Gradually, there were voices of admonishment in the court.

Everyone knew that their empress was in love with a friend in need who had passed away, but unexpectedly, a little maid appeared suddenly.

It is not terrible for a woman to be in power, what is terrible is what to do now that you have a foreign relative.

Naturally, these rumors gradually reached Fang Zhilan's ears.

Before she could say anything, after Chu Qingshu turned down one day, she hugged Fang Zhilan who was critiquing papers at the table, and buried her head in her neck: "Ah Lan, I dismissed many people today. "

Fang Zhilan paused at the tip of her pen, not knowing how to answer.

Chu Qingshu continued: "Tell me, can I accept you as my wife with the queen's gift?"

Fang Zhilan thought for a while: "I'm afraid those courtiers won't agree."

"I only care about whether you agree or not."

Fang Zhilan had no reason to refuse, nor did she want to refuse.

Chu Qingshu said one thing, the people in the Ministry of Rites acted quickly, and the post-sealing ceremony was officially held in the next month.

This time, Fang Zhilan was finally able to marry the person she wanted to marry, wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei.

In fact, life after marriage was no different, it was still Fang Zhilan who helped with government affairs during the day, and the two rolled together shamelessly at night, but it was more open and aboveboard.

Until many years later, in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, in a house with white walls and black tiles.

Early in the morning, when the sky was still in an indistinct ultramarine color, there was a knock on the closed door of the courtyard.

Soon the door opened, and a woman with loose long hair poked her head out. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her eyes under the long black eyebrows were shining. Passed copper coins to others: "I didn't expect you to come so early, thank you."

"Where is there?" The money collector was an old woman dressed as a countryman. She borrowed money with one hand, and handed over the old hen that she caught from the yard early in the morning. The little lady is so virtuous, but she wants to make soup for her husband?"

Fang Zhilan, known as the little lady, just smiled and said nothing, a pair of dimples appeared on the corners of her lips.

After chatting with the old woman for a while, Fang Zhilan closed the door, turned around and went back to the yard.

Before dawn, even the courtyard was filled with white mist, and the exhaled breath also blended into it.

In the small kitchen by the courtyard, a kettle was always simmering on the stove. She washed the chicken several times with hot water, and finally put it into a casserole filled with clean water, then added sliced ​​ginger and long onions tied into knots, and put After reaching the stove, he yawned and went back to the bedroom.

As soon as she got under the quilt, a hand reached out and wrapped her arms around her slender waist. No one else could do such a skillful thing except Chu Qingshu.

Doing this action was just out of habit, but she didn't wake up, she was still sleeping with her eyes closed.

Fang Zhilan couldn't help smiling, and reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for her.

It was really hard for her to cultivate a large field for cultivation in the east of the yard yesterday.

For this reason, Fang Zhilan specially asked someone to go to the countryside to buy a fresh old hen stew.

It's just that Chu Qingshu has been the emperor for many years, and she has already developed the habit of getting up early. Before the chicken soup is cooked, she has already opened her eyes, and she is playing with the hair on Fang Zhilan's shoulders with her fingers, refusing to get up.

Awakened by this movement, Fang Zhilan pushed her a little impatiently: "Get up, I have to go and see how the fire is doing."

"It's the same anyway." Chu Qingshu entangled endlessly, bit her lip with her body covered, and said vaguely, "How can I be prettier..."

Fang Zhilan didn't know when she developed such a sticky temperament, but she couldn't stop her, both of them were out of breath, and they messed around for a while.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of small hammers hawking maltose along the street was heard, gradually getting closer and further away.

Days and nights seem to be very long.