Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

In March, the willows are as long as silk threads and dance in the wind.

Yongqing City has been completely renewed, welcoming the spring with vigor. Colorful embroidered clothes like rainbows are displayed on the streets, and the city is bustling with beautiful women in fancy clothes.

Qing Yu and Xiao Wenshu were walking on the streets. The shops were all selling new clothes, and the scene was very lively.

She was filled with joy, and no emotion could fit into her heart.

Zhao Wanqiao has been in the palace for more than half a month. Everything has been explained clearly, and Yan Qing treats her as usual, but they can never go back to the past.

Except for her and Zhao Wanqiao, everyone was living in dire straits. They had never met each other alone, not even once or twice.

When Yan Qing went to see Zhao Wanqiao, Wen Shu or Yi An would come to accompany her, more like watching her. I guess it would not be much different on Zhao Wanqiao's side.

She felt that this kind of life was very strange. Everyone was very cautious with her and even worried that she would ask about Zhao Wanqiao.

"Wen Shu, let's go back."

She was jumping around just now, but suddenly stopped.

"Ah? Qingyu isn't going to go shopping anymore? We haven't even reached the lake yet." Xiao Wenshu was puzzled. She always went to the lake to play in the past, so why didn't she go today?

"Well, I don't want to go." She turned around and raised the corners of her lips to reveal a smile.

He seemed to be wondering whether to stop him. His brother went to see Wan Qiao today, and it would be bad if Qingyu saw them.

But she didn't give him time to think. When he came to his senses, she was already waving at him from a distance, "Hurry up, Wenshu!"

"Wait for me! Qingyu."

After a while, they returned to the palace, and before they entered, they heard a long flute sound coming from the courtyard.

The sound of the flute was different from anything she had ever heard before. If the sound of the flute was an embellishment of the music, then this sound was the irresistible main melody.

Like the spring water flowing in the mountain stream, it is clear and elegant, yet it retains the ethereal and profound movement between the rocks. Here, it is endowed with the unique charm of the performer, with a deep and sad tone, lingering aftertaste, and lingering echo.

They walked in with curiosity, and saw a beautiful scene unfolding in the courtyard.

A handsome and talented man, playing the piano music, turns into a wisp of gentle breeze.

The beauty dances with light steps, and the melodious breeze blows her skirt, exuding charming charm. I am immersed in the dialogue between music and dance.

"My brother hasn't played the flute for a long time." Xiao Wenshu was so moved that he couldn't help but sigh.

"I remember Wen Shu said that Yan Qing didn't want to play the flute anymore."

Her question immediately brought him back to his senses, and he hurriedly explained, "We used to have fun like this. My brother and I played the flute, my mother played the piano, and Wan Qiao danced with us for fun. Perhaps after losing happiness, recalling it again is painful for my brother."

pain…

She did not respond and watched the scene silently.

She smiled at him, and the upturned corners of her lips were like a rainbow after the rain, pure and flawless. Yan Qing didn't show any expression, but he could feel the warmth of past happiness.

For a moment, she seemed to see them before the tragedy happened, a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.

I even have the illusion that I am the superfluous person.

As his thoughts wandered, Xiao Wenshu realized that something was wrong and quickly interrupted them, "Brother, Qingyu and I are back."

Seeing them approaching, his heart suddenly tightened.

Why didn’t I notice how long Yu’er had been standing there?

"Yu'er is back." He walked forward, held her hand, and subconsciously put the flute behind his back.

"Well, I'm back." She spoke in a light tone, with a smile on her lips, hiding all her emotions, and paying attention to the nervous Zhao Wanqiao behind him.

"It seems like I've never seen Yan Qing play the flute before. He is so talented and his music is so beautiful."

Hearing her words, I felt as flustered and at a loss as when I made a mistake as a child.

"If Yu'er wants to listen, I will play with you, okay?"

She smiled slightly, neither refusing nor agreeing.

She doesn't need it if she asks for it.

"It's okay, I just feel that this scene seems very familiar, where have I seen it before..." Her pupils rolled, as if she was thinking seriously.

"This scene?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, puzzled.

"Oh, right." She suddenly remembered and looked at Zhao Wanqiao behind him, her emotions becoming more and more excited.

"The first time I saw Zheng Linhan in the harem, Brother Zhou rushed over, and this was the scene. Brother Zhou stood in Yan Qing's position, but it was the other way around."

"I'm standing there." She looked at him and pointed behind him. She was smiling, but her smile looked even weirder.

Excited emotions, confusing words.

She paid attention to everyone's expressions, the sudden panic, the broken calm.

"It seems... I'm the one who disturbed you." She put down her hands, unable to distinguish the disappointment under the excitement.

"No, Yu'er." He pulled her over anxiously, breaking the position she had just pointed to.

She was angry, referring to the fact that he was protecting Wan Qiao, but he didn't, and that wasn't his intention.

"Is Yu'er angry? I knew Yu'er was out after I came back, so I went to see her. As for this, it's..."

He carefully explained to her what had just happened, but she no longer cared.

Because she would never believe him again.

It seems that everything still has to be controlled by oneself. Trust is deception and letting go is out of control.

She also responded with a smile, "I'm not angry. Since they are Yan Qing's family, it's only natural for me to accompany them and care about them."

"Yuer..." He stroked her cheek. She was angry in this state.

She just looked at him, her eyes full of questions, asking whether her understanding satisfied him.

His feet lightened as he picked her up and walked straight back to the room. Even though he sat on the edge of the bed, he never dared to let go of her hands, and he casually placed the flute on the table.

"Yuer, I promise I won't have fun with her like this." He looked at her, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

The smile in her eyes deepened a little, "I said, it's only natural for Yan Qing to do this."

"Yuer! Stop being angry, okay? I know you are angry."

"Being angry?" She thought it was funny. "Then what does Yan Qing want me to do?"

"Should I get angry and make a scene and force Yan Qing to kick her out? Or should I watch Yan Qing allocate time between her and me reasonably, or should I treat her as a sister and live in peace with her?"

He was stunned. There were three answers, but none of them was what he expected.

She knew exactly what I was doing, but what did I want her to do?

Seeing that he was silent, she held his face in her hands, "Yan Qing doesn't have an answer, right? So, I don't want to embarrass Yan Qing, I won't choose any of these three."

Why couldn't he be happy at all even though Yu'er was so considerate of him?

This is a dead end. I blocked the road from the beginning. I shouldn't have hidden it from her. I shouldn't have hidden it from her from the beginning.

"Yu'er, can you give me some time? I will find the best answer and will never let Yu'er suffer any injustice."

The corners of her lips would rise in response to his words.

It’s a pity, Yan Qing, I don’t have the patience anymore.