At this moment, he was so close to me, and the hot breath blew on my face, but I felt a cold feeling that I was in my bones. The fingertips hanging on the sleeves on both sides were a little cramped. After a while, I slowly twisted it, and then I felt a little bit of consciousness.

It turns out that he is the purpose.

His cold face was blown over by his breath, and his skin felt a slight stimulation, as if it was pricked by many needles. Although it didn't hurt, it was a little numb and savory. That feeling, it felt like someone was slapped hard.

At this time, I slowly calmed down.

I looked into his eyes and said, "Have Your Majesty the Emperor ever seen Qinghan's face?"

He was stunned.

Maybe he wouldn't believe that I would mention Qinghan clearly in front of him. If it were in the past, when Liu Qinghan was still an official in the court, I wouldn't dare to do anything. But now, he has been away from the capital and the court that he has given almost everything for. He is now in Xichuan and has his own power, and no one dares to act rashly on him.

So, now, I can clearly say his name in front of him.

Pei Yuanhao's breathing suddenly sank.

I curled the corners of my lips: "Although it's a hindrance, I think His Majesty the Emperor has seen it a little bit."

“…”

"His Majesty the Emperor just asked me if I would agree to go back four years ago."

“…”

"Backing four years ago means I have to forget who gave me these four years."

“…”

"But I can't forget."

“…”

"I can't forget what price he paid to give me these four years and to give Miaoyan the opportunity to give maternal love."

Looking back at the Wangjiang Pavilion, I saw those hideous scars on the originally familiar and handsome face, and the rumors about this Lord Liu that were circulated by Yangzhou people - a stern face as a yaksha and a kind heart as a Bodhisattva. But I know that he was not like that, and he had a clear and bright eyes, a broad and clean forehead, and the gentlest smile I had encountered in my life, but it all became the price he paid.

If I go back four years ago, who will he ask for those costs?

If one day, God would give mercy and I could meet him again, how could I face those dark eyes hidden under the mask?

I took a deep breath, looked directly at Pei Yuanhao, and said calmly: "I can't look back!"

Pei Yuanhao's face suddenly became pale and cold, as if at this moment, the blood in his body had suddenly been frozen.

The entire aft hall also became cold and solidified.

I don't know how long it took, the corners of his eyes were slightly red. I could even clearly see his eyes getting congested and slowly turning red, and his breathing was as sharp as a steel knife. I almost thought that the next moment, I would experience the nightmare I experienced after every annoyed him. But this time, I was very calm, and even stared at him with a little stubbornness, unwilling to retreat.

Then, he walked towards me.

Although my eyes were firm, it was impossible to hit his arms at this moment. I took a step back, but unexpectedly, my back hit the door. Suddenly, the tall red lacquer door made a clanging sound.

The sound was not loud, but at this moment, it was like a bolt from the blue. The bustling sounds outside were all quiet at this moment.

Someone was surprised and said, "There are people in the palace!"

"Who is it?"

"Is it - an assassin?"

People outside were constantly frightened and guessing, but they could never hear Chang Qing's voice. Instead, they could feel her breathing a long sigh.

I turned my head and saw her slowly turning her head and looking here through the narrow gap between the doors.

"Who is in the hall?"

Her voice was calm and soothing, but with a hint of recognizable respect.

The people around were also some with a wink. When they heard Chang Qing speak like this, they were very nervous and even wanted to draw their swords to face each other and immediately stood there, but the expression on everyone's face was still quite nervous.

As soon as I saw this scene, my mood became tense. I subconsciously raised my head, but saw Pei Yuanhao stretching out his hand and slapping the door panel behind me. There was another loud bang, and the door shaking for a moment, but I was locked there by his hand, and I didn't dare to move easily.

He slowly lowered his head, almost touching my cheek, but stopped again and looked straight into my eyes.

I looked at him, not blinking.

Then, he said, "It's me."

The sound was not loud or small, but it happened to be heard by everyone outside.

When everyone outside was scared when they heard this voice, they immediately heard the sound of everyone kneeling down, and they kowtowed one by one and did not dare to speak. Only Chang Qing could speak and said calmly: "It turns out that the emperor is resting here. I don't know. I hope the emperor forgives his crime."

"Those who do not know are innocent will be guilty, so the queen will be calm."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The clothes were filled with sloping sounds. Chang Qing slowly stood up, still lowered her head, stood outside the door without moving, and said gently: "I thought the emperor was accompanying Princess Miaoyan in the Enjoy Hall to pray for blessings, but I didn't know that the emperor was here to rest."

"The way of praying for blessings by the national master is different. I don't have to be there, so I can walk here," he said calmly, and said again: "Why did the queen come here?"

"I heard that someone stole the items from the palace from here and gave them privately. I came here to take a look."

"So, the Queen is here to handle the case."

"The emperor makes fun of me, I dare not."

"So, was it caught?"

"Catch two now."

"Catch the evildoer and catch the two, catch the thief and get the stolen goods."

"They have been stolen and acquired."

"Then let me see what kind of treasure it is, it is worth their risk to steal it from the palace."

"yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yuanhao stretched out his hand and slowly opened the door beside me a little.

At this moment, my heart was raised to my throat, afraid that this scene would be seen by people outside, but one of his hands was still pushing against the side, blocking the road I could walk away. Suddenly, my cold sweat was as cold as I looked at him with wide eyes.

But he was not too anxious and slowly walked to the door as Chang Qing's footsteps.

But he only opened the door a little.

Then, he stretched out his hand.

The people outside could only see one of his hands reaching out. Chang Qing did not come in, but stood at the door and respectfully presented a hairpin to his hands.

He slowly retracted his hand, gently twisted the hairpin with his fingertips, and slowly raised it in front of me. Although the distance was too close at this time, he no longer wanted to have anything to do with him, and he didn't want to look at each other, but at this time, I couldn't help but look up. It was indeed the hairpin that Chang Qing gave to Yang Yunhui and Yang Yunhui gave to me before he died.

Originally, it should have been handed back to Yang Jinqiao's hands, but now—

His eyes looked at my eyes through the hollow pattern on the golden hairpin. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a faint smile appeared, and he said loudly: "So it's this hairpin."

Chang Qing's voice rose slightly: "Your Majesty knows this?"

"Of course. This was something that someone left behind during the war in Dongzhou and asked someone to hand it over."

He said this ambiguously, no one left behind, no one entrusted it, but Chang Qing had already understood it, and only the most important sentence was to ask-

"Who is forwarded to?"

As soon as I heard her ask this, my heart tightened slightly.

Holding his breath, he looked at the man in front of him nervously.

The faint smile on Pei Yuanhao's face slowly disappeared, and the condensation in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

I could almost hear my heartbeat, and I could also hear his heartbeat.

After a while, he said, "Leave it to the eldest lady of the Yang family."

Chang Qing immediately responded: "But the wife Yang Jinqiao who died in Shangyang Palace at the beginning?"

“That’s right.”

Speaking of this, the two of them stopped.

If anyone else doesn't understand at this time, it would be really stupid.

The people outside didn't even breathe, but I could feel that everyone's eyes were all falling on one person.

At this time, Yang Jinqiao had already straightened his back and knelt there, slowly turned to the back hall, knelt down gently, leaned down with his hands, and slowly said, "I'm sorry, I'll pay homage to the emperor."

...

Just this sentence was like a shocking thunder, shocking everyone.

I looked at the golden hairpin, raised my head again, and looked at Pei Yuanhao's eyes that were flashing through his eyes. For a moment, my heart was bitter and astringent, and I couldn't tell what it felt.

Yang Jinqiao finally admitted his identity.

Moreover, not in her own home, not in front of Pei Yuanhao, but in front of Chang Qing and many palace ladies, she called herself a "concubine", so she had already admitted that she had the identity of Mrs. Jin Qiao, the Shangyang Palace, before she pretended to die!

Pei Yuanhao seemed to sigh lightly, and then his voice was as usual: "So it's you."

"yes."

Chang Qing said softly: "I didn't expect it was really Yang Jinqiao. Did the emperor know that it was already?"

"Yes," he said calmly: "I have seen her at the Yang family's birthday party before, but she has experienced many things. She just returned to the capital. I asked her to go home to reunite with her parents first, and did not tell the queen immediately; such things were originally something I asked to give to her."

"It turned out to be the emperor's arrangement. The things returned to the original owner, but I did this in my life."

"No, the queen's eyes were as bright as a torch, and she was very careful. If she had not been so careful, how could I feel at ease to hand over the harem to the queen?"

"The emperor is over-reputable."

After saying this, Chang Qing said softly: "I didn't expect that it was really regrettable that it was rumored that Mrs. Jin Qiao was killed by the rebels, but I didn't expect that she was still in the world, which was really gratifying."

I can’t understand the opera until now.

I raised my head and looked at Pei Yuanhao nervously.

How will he deal with this "resurrected" Mrs. Jin Qiao?
Chapter completed!