The soft sedan that enters the palace is not large, and the width at the front and back is no more than the distance a person can stretch his arms. Except for the sedan curtain at the entrance, the three walls are wrapped in silk, finely embroidered with patterns such as flying bats and auspicious clouds, and two small and exquisite mouths.
, arranged at the left and right ends.【】
There is a soft Persian rug on the bottom of the sedan, and embroidered soft shoes with gold threads are stepped on, as soft as stepping on clouds. There is a dark red sandalwood seat in the middle of the sedan, with bright red cushions on it.
Zhong Qingye sat on the soft cushion and adjusted it left and right. He felt comfortable and then stopped.
A father-in-law's voice soon came from outside the sedan, asking her softly if she was ready. After getting Zhong Qingye's reply, he yelled at the top of his voice.
"Get up the sedan chair"
The sedan shook upon hearing the sound, and Zhong Qingye was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed the armrests on both sides of the seat. Fortunately, the shaking was not serious, and it gradually became more regular after a while.
Regarding the speed of this kind of important means of transportation in ancient times, Zhong Qingye had a deep understanding of the speed on the day he married Qi Mo. The slow and leisurely speed was simply outrageous. He was sitting in the sedan chair, holding up the small curtain.
Looking outside, my thoughts suddenly turned to the fire at Zhong's house.
I originally planned to ask Qi Mo first, but there are too many messy things these days. Either Zhong Qingye is not free or Qi Mo is not free. When the two of them are together, there are always other things to discuss. In addition, Qi Mo
That guy Mo tasted the sweetness of her. No matter day or night, he would hold her to bed whenever he had time. He went back and forth, and this matter has been postponed until now.
The fire in Zhong's house was full of doubts in her eyes. She was even 70% sure that it was a man-made incident, but she didn't know how the government here would judge it.
It stands to reason that if something happens to the princess's natal family, the government should vigorously investigate it, just like if something happens to the modern municipal party secretary's natal family, and under pressure from her superiors, the case should be solved very quickly. But why, what happened to the Zhong family?
It has been delayed for several months, but not only has there been no progress, but it has tended to gradually subside?
Zhong Qingye leaned his head on the rock wall of the sedan, half-closed his eyes, and thought methodically in his mind. After much deliberation, there are only two possibilities for this. One is that there are too few clues, and it is really possible to investigate.
It can only be ended as an unsolved case or a natural disaster. The other way is that someone deliberately prevents the government from investigating.
It's understandable if it's the first type, but Zhong Qingye is a little confused about the second type. It's like it's hard to understand why the Zhong family, who is honest and has nothing to do with the imperial court, would get into such trouble. What's more,
Who is so capable and cruel as to set the entire Zhong family on fire?
No matter what, if she wants to investigate, she must borrow Qi Mo's power. If he can help, she will get twice the result with half the effort.
Presumably, Qi Mo would not refuse.
When Qi Mu returns to the palace after his birthday party, he must find an opportunity to talk to him about this matter...
The soft sedan rocked, almost like a cradle. The fatigue that had not been able to make up for last night slowly swept over the body. Zhong Qingye's half-closed eyes gradually closed, and the small curtain held up by his fingertips slid down silently.
He fell asleep so vaguely.
At 3:30 p.m. and approaching noon, the sedan slowly stopped at the foot of the nine-meter-long white marble ladder that carried Qian Palace. Qi Mo stepped down from the sedan and glanced at the well-armored imperial guards on both sides of the long ladder. His narrow eyes narrowed sarcastically.
With a strange and hard-to-identify emotion, he slowly withdrew his eyes and looked at Zhong Qingye's sedan.
After waiting for a while, he didn't see her coming out of the sedan. Qi Mo was a little confused. Seeing that it was getting late and he couldn't delay any longer, he stepped towards her soft sedan.
As soon as the golden and purple curtains of the sedan were opened, the sleeping woman suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She was seen tilting her body, her little head leaning against the side wall of the sedan, her long eyelashes tightly closed, casting a faint light on her fair face.
shadow.
A smile flashed across Qi Mo's eyes, he shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch her little nose, shook it from side to side twice, and said dotingly: "Little lazy pig, get up, let the sun shine on your butt."
Zhong Qingye was sleeping soundly, but suddenly her nose was pinched and she couldn't breathe. She instinctively opened her mouth to breathe in, took two breaths, and woke up faintly.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Qi Mo's enlarged mask. If he hadn't gotten used to it these days, Zhong Qingye might have punched it. He reached out confusedly to rub his eyes, but Qi Mo reached out to hold him back.
.
What? She complained with her eyes.
"You girl..." Qi Mo shook his head helplessly, "Wouldn't all your makeup be gone if you rub your eyes like this? Do you want to become a tabby cat?"
Only then did Zhong Qingye remember that in order not to be rude when entering the palace today, she had put makeup on her face. If she rubbed it like this, she would really turn into a painted face with this ancient cosmetics.
I understand, but I don't want to admit defeat and complain: "That's why I don't like to wear makeup. It's so troublesome. I have to be careful even when I rub my eyes."
Qi Mo laughed, his eyes full of endearment, and pulled her out of the sedan. Zhong Qingye's eyes were dazzled by the sunlight for a moment, and it took him a while to clear his head.
Qi Mo and Qi Mo slowly walked up the white marble staircase, and the huge plaque of Chengqian Palace gradually appeared in front of them, with gold characters on a blue background and a majestic atmosphere.
As they slowly walked up, Qi Mo told her in detail the process of attending today's banquet. The afternoon was a private banquet for the emperor's relatives. It was held in the small square of the imperial garden. It refers to Prince Rui Qi Mo and Prince Ping Qi.
Yu, the two younger brothers of the emperor, Qi Yan, the little princess, and the parents of the empress and other favored concubines, etc., were not large in scale, and the emphasis was on a family reunion.
The main banquet was arranged in the evening, located in the large square of Chengqian Palace. At that time, there would be long-rehearsed singing and dancing performances and various sideshows. The scale was very large. In addition, Qi Mu had specially ordered a banquet with hundreds of tables.
In addition to the military officials in previous years, ministers of the third rank and above can also bring two or three family members into the palace to participate. Compared with previous years, this year's birthday is held more grandly and luxuriously.
After hearing this, Zhong Qingye felt not only aggrieved, but also aggrieved. He thought it was just a matter of having a meal, but now he had to work until midnight, and might even have to spend the night in the palace.
It’s just a birthday. There are 365 days in this year. No one has a birthday on any day. If everyone makes it so complicated, it won’t be so exhausting!