Chapter 11: At the end of the sky, know where there is Xiangqiu 3

Zunwei Palace.

"Are you back?" After the crystal curtain in the depths of the hall, an old voice was calm.

The person who entered the hall quietly before a moment was kneeling twenty steps away, burying his head respectfully, waiting for the order. Hearing this sound, he buried his head lower: "Yes."

The person behind the crystal curtain was not in a hurry. After a moment of pause, he asked, "Is the rumor true?"

"I have tried my best, but the shop is really strange. Although I can enter the yard, I can't enter any room. I feel dizzy as soon as I step, and I can't go in the direction I want..." "Enough!"

The crystal curtain was suddenly pushed away: "I couldn't find out the truth, and I dared to come back to life!"

The person who knelt down only put his head on the ground: "My subordinates are incompetent and let the emperor deal with it, but my subordinates think that no matter who goes, no one can see the true face of the picture scroll."

Emperor Xuanping got up angrily: "In this way, there are no ghosts in the store. Do you mean not to let you get close to the scroll?"

"This..." The kneeling man hesitated for a moment and said, "The emperor doesn't know anything. The Lord of Ramadan is usually acting strangely, and he rarely sees serious business. In addition, that face, that face..."

"How's that face?" Emperor Xuanping asked impatiently.

"It's really extremely enchanting, not like mortals."

Emperor Xuanping was suddenly shocked, and there was a little fear on his face. He sat back and touched a beard and was silent.

"In addition, my subordinates also found that Han Ruxu, the imperial bodyguard, seemed to pay more attention to Yuezhai. Maybe he knew something." The person who knelt down reported again.

When Emperor Xuanping heard Han Ruxu's name, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Does he know the shopkeeper?"

"My subordinates will continue to try to find out the drawing axis and find out the truth." I also pay attention to the people who are close to the store, especially the guard Han. Since you will notice him, you will continue to pay attention to find something. Emperor Xuanping said while thinking.

"I obey you!"

The man left quietly again.

Emperor Xuanping sat alone on the hall, and his eyebrows couldn't be stretched for a long time.

The ink of the former emperor has been exiled among the people, which is by no means a good omen. As the founding king of the country, he has destroyed the orphans of the former imperial family. There is no reason why his ink treasure will fall into the hands of antique merchants. If it is a genuine product, it must be related to the stability of the Song family's country. If it is a fore product, it must be someone who intends to make waves, and there must be a plan behind it.

"This matter is by no means as simple as a scroll." He meditated for a moment and raised his voice and said, "Kakusu."

"There it is." The answer came from the empty hall.

"Secretly monitor Kangsu. If there is any abnormality, you will return it immediately."

"Yes!"

***

The fragrance filled the room, and half a day had passed unconsciously.

Sitting for a long time, the woman in white felt stiff all over her body, and it was inconvenient to make a sound, so she had to show her eyes to her maid. The maidservant received the instructions from the master and said, "Mr. Dai, take a break. I have drawn a lot today."

"A little longer." The young man who leaned over the drawing did not raise his head, but only painted with a pen.

The maid looked at the young lady's tired pale face and said in a panic, "However, although the prince is not tired, the young lady is very tired. Let's take a break before painting!"

The young man then raised his head and looked at the tired woman with warm eyes. Finally, he nodded and put the pen aside.

The woman in white immediately softened in the chair. She dared not move all afternoon. The lover opposite was describing her figure crazily, which made her intoxicated and resentful. What is intoxicated is that he can fascinate him so much, but what is that he has never stared at her for a moment. Does that cavity of love appeal to pen and ink? Even in the face of her, he can't pour out any of it?

The maidservant who poured hot tea for her looked at her master's complicated look and couldn't wait to tell the love in her heart for her. Since the snow-watching encounter by the sinking lake more than a month ago, the young lady's heart has not been in this garden at all. As a maid, she ran around for her every day to find the handsome scholar, and finally let her find it in the nearby temple.

The student who claimed to be surnamed Dai lived in Tianqiong Temple and studied hard in order to participate in the imperial examination next year. One day, he was tired of books and letters and walked to the sinking lake, but unexpectedly met her young lady.

"It turned out to be the daughter of Qi's family. I was lucky enough to see the true face. I hope my sister will greet her for me."

After explaining his intention, Dai Shusheng also seemed to be in front of his eyes. He probably fell in love with his young lady at first sight.

The woman in white was a little weak: "Xiaoqin, that's all for today. I'm a little dizzy. Maybe I've caught a cold." The maid nodded quickly and ran to the drawing to salute the young man: "Mr. Dai, my young lady is not feeling well. Please come back tomorrow!"

"Oh, I won't bother you anymore. Say goodbye." The young man only looked up at the woman in white who covered her chest as if she was in pain, and smiled and saluted her. The maid Xiaoqin sent him out of the yard, and then hurried back to the room.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the woman in white falling to the ground unconscious. The maid was so shocked that she shouted, "Miss! Come on, miss, something's wrong!"

***

"Is it his painting?" The man in black stopped the flower scissors in his hand, as if he thought of something, and nodded, "I know, you go down." He continued to prun the flowers and trees in the garden.

The young man stood up straight and followed him seriously: "Master, when the uncle scolded his disciples, he even scolded the master."

The man in black smiled when he heard the words: "Did the child have fewer eyebrows and eyes on me in the past? What's the matter to make a fuss?"

"Why did the master spoil him so well? The master once said to his disciples that only the strict master made a master apprentice. If the master did this, wouldn't he destroy the master's uncle?" The young man was still puzzled and followed him step by step, "My disciple is stupid, and I hope the master can call me."

The flower scissors hesitated for a moment, but still cut off a flower branch that bloomed just right. The man in black twisted the flower branches with his fingers and suddenly asked, "Forgive Cheng, in your opinion, what is your uncle's qualification?"

The young man bowed his head and said, "Uncle is extremely talented. He never forgets it at a glance, and has the eyes of yin and yang. He is an immortal talent."

"How is it compared with Hua Ying?"

"It's several times better than the master."

The man in black nodded with satisfaction and handed over the flower branch: "Look at this begonia, is it much more beautiful than this tree?" The young man was puzzled. He took a closer look at the flower branches and the begonia trees nearby, and whispered, "It's nothing more than getting out of the tree, and it seems to have become special."

"You're right."

The man in black walked forward with a smile: "A begonia tree is often too lush and too warm, but this branch is thick and light, nothing else, just because it has left the tree. However, Shucheng, the flowers are separated from the branches. Although they look beautiful, they are about to die. Why do you have to be too demanding on it again?

Hearing this, the young man was shocked: "What did the master say?"

"Just as you heard," the man in black patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Go down. Tan Yi has always been mean, and you don't have to pay attention to it." After saying that, he began to trim the branches and leaves along the way.

The young man no longer followed, but did not leave. After looking at the man in black walking out for a while, he finally couldn't help saying, "Master, if you continue to cultivate like this, these flowers will bloom in vain."

"Oh?" The man in black had a meal, let go of a branch of Fusang, who was about to suffer misfortune, and smiled, "Do whatever you want."

The young man was speechless for a while, and suddenly heard him say, "If you don't put it in a near-death situation, how can you see its beautiful posture?"

The knife fell, and a blooming mulberry flower was cut off by the waist.