"here it is..."
The moment he opened the door, Soshiyang's gaze was deeply attracted by the room.
This is a room full of exotic style. When you enter the door, you will find the hall. Thick tapestries and carpets embellish every corner of the hall. The objects and accessories in red are mainly colored to set off a warm atmosphere. Especially the stove next to it is particularly exquisite. There is also a crystal phoenix lying statue next to it, and some exquisite accessories such as small objects are hung on the lamps.
There are no stools in the room, only a prominent platform, paired with two square tables and one after another with rich and rich colors and elegant patterns, warm red, comfortable space, and exquisite and delicate utensils, setting off a romantic and poetic atmosphere.
At the same time, there is no door around it, only carved door frames and white curtain tents.
Soshiyang walked in carefully, as if he was worried that he would startle someone who was sleeping.
A few seconds later, he suddenly realized one thing, that everything here was actually amazing, so big that he didn't even feel strange, including the cast copper hand-carved cans inlaid with red corals and typical ornaments.
When he looked up at the ceiling, he saw many black and white mosaic paintings. This decoration was solemn and unrestrained, restrained but smooth, and formed a contrast between the primary and secondary, fine and rough throughout the space.
But it is definitely an alien in the empire, and it is not even the mainstream aesthetic style of the empire now.
There is generally a brown sofa, with a red-brown solid wood cabinet on both sides. There is a communicator made in the form of a beast on the cabinet on the right. The coffee table in front retains a certain old and retro flavor. The white coffee table is surrounded by the sofa in the middle. A carpet with a letter pattern is laid below it. Next to it is a balcony, but the window is closed. The balcony and the living room are separated by curtains. The curtains are light blue curtains and yarns. It is not complicated and very simple and comfortable. The sofa background wall uses warm colors to bring a hint of warmth.
Standing in the center of the living room, Soshiyang looked behind the largest curtain tent, it should be the bedroom
He could vaguely see a huge bed that occupied almost half of the room. The wide red silk satin bed was inlaid on a long-haired carpet covered with yellow details and patterns. The head of the bed was decorated with war horses and lions, adding a wild atmosphere to the whole room.
Then Soshiyang turned his gaze to the left, and through the curtain tent he saw a small tea room located in it. There was not much decoration here, but it was more elegant. A large number of purple-red ornaments set off the yellow and white walls, flashing in the sunlight diffused in the doors and windows, like gentle moonlight. There were also many wind chimes hanging in the tea room. While the curtain tent was blowing slightly, it emitted crisp and melodious bells to sing together, creating a sure and quiet atmosphere.
Under the wind chime is the tea table placed on the carpet, surrounded by soft cushions of various colors, and there are quaint tea cups and teapots on the table.
At this time, Soshiyan suddenly felt a little at a loss. If he was right, this should be the room of Xerxes in the past, but why did there be his room in the palace?
Although as the Primrose, the prince of the Empire should have a room in the palace, all his traces should have been erased.
And what is the existence that led him here to do?
He didn't know if he should go through the cabinets, it seemed very rude. After all, this is someone else's room, and it is the room of the Primarch...
But there may also be some information about the primordials and gray grafts, or things like diary records, which are often concentrated in one place.
Soshiyang looked to the right. There was a study, a room full of poetry and philosophy. It had a huge desk and bookcase, and perhaps the only chair in the room. There were huge potted plants under the window. What was even more interesting was that the potted plants were still full of greenery, and even the small incense burner on the desk was still emitting green smoke.
After thinking about it for a while, Soshiyang walked over and gently lifted the curtain tent. A more spacious space appeared in his sight. It seemed that there were many art spaces such as libraries, studios, music rooms, etc. In addition to bookshelves, easels, musical instruments, etc., there were many display shelves, which were filled with various rare artworks that Soshiyang did not recognize, including porcelain, pottery, jade and metal utensils.
But it was not these that really attracted his attention, but a short figure standing in front of an easel covered by gray cloth. He was wearing a simple and almost primitive robe. His bare arms and feet were in a wheat-colored color, and he didn't even have shoes on his feet. He looked like a boy of five or six years old.
"Who are you--"
While Soshiyang opened his mouth, the other party turned around and turned out to be a boy with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly curly black hair.
"You are here, Soshyan Alexey."
The other party is so small that in this space where all the furnishings are very huge, it is like a child entering the Giant Kingdom during a call.
But the other party did not look panicked at all, and there was not even a childish look on his face.
Facing this child, Soshiyang did not feel any strength, pressure, or strangeness, as if this was an ordinary child, but intuition and reason told him that the other party would never be "ordinary", and obviously this is the person who led him here.
And in this palace, how many people have this ability?
How many people can know about this place?
Soshiyang took a deep breath, then took a step back, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head.
"I have the honor of seeing the holy face for three lives, the great Lord of mankind..."
He lowered his head, but Soshiyang could feel the other person walking past him, and then the voice came from the side.
"Their Phoenix King bowed his head and knees to the people, and the sharp ears knew that they would jump in a hurry."
Soshiyang pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
"Get up, I'm not the person you mentioned."
Upon hearing this, Soshiyang slowly stood up, but found that the other party had sat on the huge chair at some point, putting his hands on his knees, and against the backdrop of the huge furniture, he looked like a doll.
He thought for a while, then whispered:
"Your words... are very similar to the ones who believe it."
“Because this is the truth.”
"So what should I call you?"
"I? I call someone."
"people..."
"If you feel uncomfortable with this, then you can call me a mortal."
"All..."
Soshyan was thinking about the relationship between the mortal and the puzzling one. He felt that he had vaguely touched what happened to the emperor, but he was not sure.
Then, he decided to speak out directly.
"Mortal... Emperor, what's wrong with him?"
Hearing this, a smile appeared on the other party's mature face.
Chapter completed!