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The queen's words seemed to have broken the hazy shadow in his heart

Shen Qinglan was drunk until the morning of the next day. The feeling of hangover was not good, but the attitude of the people in the East Palace calmly asked him to leave made him even more unhappy.

Especially Qin Zilin, who had never come forward since he woke up and left, made Shen Qinglan even more angry.

Yesterday's memory stopped at the scattered empty porcelain bottles. Shen Qinglan couldn't remember what happened behind him.

However, his red and swollen lips seemed to suggest something. Shen Qinglan seemed to guess it, his face was a little burning, and he subconsciously didn't want to think about it.

As soon as he returned to his residence, before Shen Qinglan could ask Xiaohe, the palace ladies didn't dare to look at him when they came back, but Xiaohe spoke first and asked in a trembling voice:

Miss, are you feeling uncomfortable?Did Your Highness bully you?Should we tell the Queen Ah?

These questions were a series of questions that made Shen Qinglan confused.

What does this mean?!

After Xiaohe told him the whole story, Shen Qinglan completed the part of the memory missing. Unexpectedly, this was even more outrageous than what he had exaggerated and imagined.

Miss, what should I do?Should we tell the Queen...

There is no need, the clear one will be clear, and the turbid one will be turbid.Shen Qinglan threw down this sentence, lay back on the couch, with her back facing her. I was so tired and wanted to take a rest...

Then it was as if I was asleep and stopped moving.

From Xiaohe's perspective, even though Shen Qinglan barely defended her, she thought it was the exaggerated remarks of the affair in the palace. With the support of her mistress's abnormal reaction, she suddenly realized it.

Not to mention those palace ladies who don’t know the inside story.

Seeing that Shen Qinglan was so sad, she was unwilling to speak, so Xiaohe could only retreat silently with tears in her eyes.

When Xiaohe closed the door, the room was silent, and suddenly the sound of Shen Qinglan gritting his teeth exploded:

Qin, Zi, Lin, you, big, bastard!!!

Next, Shen Qinglan tossed and turned Qin Zilin in the room and scolded her bloody head.

But after a while, before he could breathe, an unexpected news instantly ignited his powder barrel.

Miss, His Highness the Crown Prince asked for an order this morning to lead 100,000 troops to the border to resist foreign enemies. Your Majesty has already agreed, and the time will be set the day after tomorrow... Hey?Miss, where are you going?

Before Xiaohe could finish her words, she saw Shen Qinglan jumping off the bed, looking for something to be used for the room, barely picking the fork rod used to support the window, and running out angrily.

Before leaving, he did not forget to answer Xiaohe's question, and said with a smile:

Collect, clean up, evil, and disciple!

But Shen Qinglan forgot that he was in the illusion now. He was not the Qinglan Immortal Lord with superb Taoism, but just an ordinary person.

Before he could see Qin Zilin, he was stopped again by the guards of the East Palace and was told that Qin Zilin had already hid in the military camp and would not return to the palace until he led his troops to leave Beijing.

Good you Qin Zilin!

You see, I am out of the illusion, will you beat your dog's head?

Shen Qinglan cursed in her heart, but she was still not satisfied and planned to find something to pour it on the gate of the East Palace, but before the things were found, they were stopped by the nanny sent by the queen.

When he was pulled into the queen's harem, Shen Qinglan was scolded by the queen. He first violated the palace rules and brought wine to the palace, and then drank with the prince, stayed in the East Palace, and...

The niece and the prince were innocent and nothing happened.

Of course, it’s only in the illusion, outside the illusion, we don’t know how many times we have been together.Shen Qinglan complained in her heart.

The queen was silent for a moment, then said to him earnestly: Ruoqing, my aunt's health is no longer good, and it will be difficult for her to protect you again in the future. If you act in the palace in the future, you must be careful in your words and actions.

Her eyes drooped: Just like Yu Feng, even the eldest son of Dayun, she has been having a very difficult life in the past sixteen years.

Shen Qinglan was stunned: Aunt, what do you mean?

The queen looked at him, you don’t know these things. Yu Feng encountered many assassinations in the past sixteen years, and almost died several times. There is probably a particularly deep scar on his right chest.

Moreover, Yufeng is not liked by His Majesty. He actually wrote poorly when he was a child. In order to make His Majesty praise him and to make me proud, he practiced calligraphy hard and had to use three or four brushes every month on average.Also, he used to be unable to get a drop of wine, but in order to be able to make friends with the court officials, he practiced alcohol in private...

The queen's words really shocked Shen Qinglan, not because he could use this to confirm that Qin and Feng were Qin Zilin, but Shen Qinglan did not expect that during the 16 years since he was delicious and delicious in the Shen Mansion, Qin Zilin had always been walking on this wire of death.

Shen Qinglan didn't know what would happen if he died in the illusion, but the injuries suffered in the illusion were just as painful as those suffered outside the illusion.

By the time he walked out of the queen's harem, Shen Qinglan had recovered from calmness.

He no longer wanted to find Qin Zilin, because the last thing the queen told him just now seemed to have pointed out the hazy film in his heart that had been vague and shadowy.

Ruoqing, do you know that the bedroom of Yufeng is full of your portraits?From the age of six to the month before you enter the palace, every year, he will send someone to secretly draw a portrait of you and then hang it up.

He never allowed others to go in, and he hid it very well. I also learned it unexpectedly these days.

Every night of these ten years, he seemed to be unable to fall asleep without looking at your portrait.