Chang'an City must be very lively tonight. Ning Que was very tired after a night of fighting, but the glint of swords and blood on the rainy night made him a little excited. He imagined what was happening in various cities at this time, and guessed that Chao Xiaoshu
He used his trump card, guessing where he would go tomorrow, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He woke up Sangsang through the thin quilt. After talking about these things for a while, he still couldn't understand. Sangsang saw that he looked haggard but could not fall asleep. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then put on a single coat and went down to the ground to bring it back.
There was a jar of strong wine, and the two of them sat on both sides of the bed and drank. As usual, most of the wine went into Sangsang's belly. Ning Que couldn't overcome the alcohol after just a few sips, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.
go.
On the morning of the next day, the spring rain that had been lingering for several days suddenly stopped. The bright sun emerged from behind the rain clouds without even saying hello. In the sky, it illuminated the jumping birds in the treetops, and a carriage quietly stopped.
At the door of Laobi Zhai, a young man who looked like a young man stepped out of the car. Without even saying hello, he pushed open the half-closed wooden door of the shop. He looked at the master and servant who had just gotten up and raised their chin slightly, and said coldly.
: "Let's go."
This was probably the person Chao Xiaoshu told him to come pick him up. Ning Que looked at the boy and noticed that this person's eyes were peaceful but seemed to have a hint of arrogance.
From the slight differences in his stance, he could tell which of the young father-in-laws in the palace this guy was.
Last night, he knew that Chao Xiaoshu's backstage supporter was in the palace. Today, a young eunuch came to pick him up. Naturally, Ning Que wouldn't be too shocked. He was just thinking about whether to stuff a red envelope and how big it should be.
In his impression cultivated by novels and stories, the other side of the idea that the emperor is not anxious and the eunuch is anxious is that the emperor is easy to mess with and the eunuchs are not easy to mess with. Whenever the protagonist in the story encounters a eunuch, regardless of whether he is a steward or a butler, he will be worried.
He chose an opportunity and handed over a few thin silver notes or even a clear jade toy "without any fuss". His biggest doubt when reading those stories was, where did the protagonists come from so many jade objects? (Note)
Ning Que raised his brows and glanced at Sang Sang, asking with his eyes if he needed to prepare anything. Sang Sang had always been a very stingy person. He was slightly startled and turned away, pretending that he didn't understand what he meant.
Her young master was not a generous person, so after some thought he decided to just pretend to be stupid and save some money.
The little eunuch put his hands behind his hands and looked around the shop casually. He nodded like an old man and said in a clear voice: "I heard that there are some good words in this alley. Come and take a look today. It is indeed good. There are some in the palace."
The noble man wants to see you writing, so hurry up and freshen up and follow me."
Ning Que thought that this was a good reason. He took a look at what he was wearing, bowed his hands to the young eunuch, and said with a smile: "This is what I wear on weekdays. How can a poor scholar find flowers in his clothes?"
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He was a little worried that the other party would make things difficult for him if he didn't receive the red envelope, but the young father-in-law didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled slightly and seemed to like his conversation, nodded at him and walked out of the shop.
In the somewhat cramped carriage, the young eunuch closed his eyes and meditated all the way. Judging from his previous behavior in Lin 47 Lane, it was probably not that he had any objections to Ning Que, nor that he disdained to talk to him, but that he was habitually cautious outside the palace.
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On the contrary, Ning Que felt so peaceful. He opened the corner of the car curtain and looked at the scene on the street. Under the clear sunshine, he saw the people of Chang'an walking among the streets with smiles on their faces. The breakfast shops everywhere were booming, and from time to time he could hear a few voices.
How can you see the slightest trace of last night's bloody battle in the rivers and lakes when shouting for friends?
I don’t know how long it took, but two rows of willow shades obscured my view. A comfortable shadow covered the entire carriage and the stone road where the carriage passed. The shadow did not come from the willows, but from the imperial city behind the willows and the moat.
The Tang Dynasty is the most majestic country in the world, Chang'an City is the most majestic city in the world, and the Imperial City of the Tang Dynasty is called the most majestic palace in the world. It may be inappropriate to use the word majestic to describe the palace, but the Imperial Palace of the Tang Dynasty has been endowed with thousands of years of history.
The people of the Tang Dynasty were majestic and majestic, with thick red walls and yellow eaves like swords. The atmosphere was majestic and solemn. It was not like a romantic and noble place where seventy-two concubines from the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards gathered together in the early morning, but more like a grand pass standing in the center of the Tang Dynasty.
Ning Que looked up at the majestic imperial city, his eyes followed the extremely high vermilion city wall and looked at the soldiers of Tang Yulin who were like black dots on the city head. His expression was calm and calm, but he was silently admiring in his heart.
It's a pity that the carriage did not enter through the main entrance of Suzaku. Instead, it circled half a circle along the moat, and then drove in through a very inconspicuous side door. The carriage entered the palace and drove slowly on the lanes that were not spacious, not knowing where to turn.
After many turns, his sight was completely blocked by the cornices of the high wall next to the car, and he could only see the sky cut into pieces by the corners of the cornices. He had no chance to see the full view of the palace. He only felt that the palace inside was extremely high.
At the miscellaneous room where a green lake could be seen in the distance, the young father-in-law took Ning Que out of the carriage and started walking. The two of them walked along the dense bamboo sea by the lake for about the time it took to touch a few cups of tea, and passed through the red lake.
A wide rain corridor supported by pillars, he stopped in front of a row of inconspicuous small halls. What made Ning Que feel a little confused and even wary was that during such a long journey, he did not see any guards, or even
Not even a eunuch or a maid was seen.
The young eunuch turned his head, looked at him and said expressionlessly: "This is the imperial study room. I can only take you here. You just wait here. After seeing you, someone will naturally take you out of the palace."
Ning Que didn't care much at all. He was looking at the exotic flowers and trees in front of the palace with great interest, his hands behind his back, and the flower boats in the lake covered by weeping willows in the distance. He was trying to see if he might be looking at some beautiful palace maids, when he suddenly heard
At the words "Go to the Royal Study Room", my body stiffened slightly, and I turned around to look at these inconspicuous rooms behind me in shock.
The most secret place for a man is not the bedroom, but the study.
On snowy mornings in winter, he could read banned books in his study; in summer dusk, he could watch erotic palaces naked in his study; on warm afternoons in spring, he could write ambiguous love letters with others in his study; and in late autumn nights, he could pull off his red sleeves.
Sit in your arms and knead.
There are no yellow-faced women to disturb you here, no children playing around, all private and happy matters can be carried out openly and openly with the fragrance of ink scrolls and books, and no one will disturb you.
The emperor is also a man, and the imperial study room is naturally his most private place. In history, countless major events and dirty things in the palace have happened in the imperial study room. If he is not the emperor's most trusted confidant or a confidant who is prepared to give absolute trust, he will definitely
Not qualified to enter the imperial study room.
Wu Zetian entered the imperial study, Zhang Juzheng entered the imperial study, Wei Zhongxian entered the imperial study, Wei Xiaobao entered the imperial study... Ning Que stared blankly at the closed door of the imperial study, and thought with emotion, how many great women and former sages and eunuchs there are.
The powerful minister rose to great heights just because he entered this small study room. He never imagined that such an opportunity would come to him today.
Last night, I guessed that Chao Xiaoshu was behind someone in the palace, and that person in the palace was probably His Majesty the Emperor himself. However, guessing and confirming were two different things. The young man who had been living in exile for the past sixteen years suddenly found that he seemed to
Having the opportunity to reach the sky in one step, he was inevitably a little shocked. He finally understood that what Chao Xiaoshu said last night was more true than real money and silver. This was really the thickest thigh in the world.
"No one will come here within half an hour. If anyone asks, just answer as I taught you before and just say it was the palace that Lu Ji brought you to."
Thinking with emotion, Ning Que didn't notice at all that the young eunuch had quietly left at some point. When he woke up, he found that there was no one around the imperial study room.
Being in a strange and forbidding palace, with no one he knew, the cool and pleasant environment suddenly became a bit eerie. Even as bold as him, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He stood in front of the corridor and waited for a while.
, he suddenly wondered if he should go in first?
When he and Sang Sang entered Chang'an City, they were like country bumpkins and were amazed for a long time. What's more, this was a palace. He didn't understand the rules at all. He just thought like this according to common sense, so he did it and coughed lightly.
After making two noises, he bowed his hands to the royal study room in a pretentious manner, pushed the door open and walked in.
The so-called success of everything is a lie, Ning Que just wants to get in. The most important part of his life these years, apart from meditating and practicing martial arts, is the art of calligraphy. Today, he has a rare opportunity to enter the Imperial Study Room, and of course he is eager to see it.
This desire for this study room, which was rumored to have countless famous people's stickers, was so strong that he even completely forgot about the so-called rules.
Pushing the door open, you will see a row of extremely tall bookshelves along the wall. The bookshelves are horizontal and vertical. The style is very ordinary and simple, but the wood used is the extremely precious Dongyu Huanghuali. The bookshelves are densely packed with various books.
, the display is uneven, but they are all extremely rare and unique treasures.
There are several sheets of writing paper spread out on the desk. A writing brush is placed in the inkstone like a thin raft in a clear pool, soaked in ink. Several other writing brushes are placed messily on the pen holder. The paper is Xuanzhou Ya paper and the pen is Hengdian.
The pure ink is Chenzhou pine ink, and the inkstone is Huangzhou mud inkstone. All of them are precious tributes.
If these pens, inks, paper and inkstones could be dragged back to Lin 47 Lane and sold, how much could they be sold for? Ning Que looked around blankly, having such a bastard thought in his heart for no reason, and then his eyes were fixed on three white walls.
Attracted by the calligraphy.
Looking at these rare and hard-to-find Dharma stickers that were brought into the palace, he was shocked beyond words. He moved slowly, and his eyes fell on the original works of famous masters that were either square and clumsy, or flat and beautiful, as well as the inscriptions and seals. His right hand subconsciously
Li then drew in the air and began to copy, with an expression of admiration and joy on his face.
Before walking around to the desk, he looked at the five thick ink characters on the paper. He couldn't help but frown and murmured: "Your Majesty's appreciation level is very high, but the writing of these characters is really not good."
(Note: When I was writing about celebrating more than one year, I used a sentence to hand over a banknote without any fireworks. Someone said it, so I have been using it firmly and persistently over the years. In addition, the male protagonist in this story is named Cao, and the woman he married is named Chu.