Chapter 3 Han Palace

In front of the city gate, the carriage stopped. In a short time, Vice General Zhao's loud voice sounded outside the curtain: "Lord Weng, Your Majesty ordered Lord Lin Weiyan to come and pick him up." I looked at Lan Ying. She nodded to me, lifted the corner of the car curtain, and said loudly, "My Lord is here to thank Shengyi. Please ask General Yan to lead the way." Then, there was a low and soft voice: "I dare not, my humble duty is, respectfully Lord Weng." I looked at Xiuxiu. Isn't Yu Linwei your Majesty's closest minister? The owner of this voice is so young. How can he not be curious? So he leaned into the curtain to see what he looked like.

I didn't want Lan Ying to quickly put down the curtain, hold my hand, shook her head gently, and said to the outside of the car: "Get up!" So, the car moved again. I had to give up, pouted and straighten my body. Xiuxiu also whispered at me on the opposite side. We were helpless in the face of Lan Ying.

I heard the sound of horses' hoofs outside the car and opened the road, and I could imagine what a lively scene would be on the streets of Gyeonggi at this time. Unfortunately, I looked at the orchid shadow sitting next to me, and there was only a sigh. The driver has been moving forward slowly, and I am already drowsy at the table. The carriage stopped again, followed by General Yan's voice: "Lord Weng, the servant in the palace came to pick up. Please get out of the car and change the sedan chair." When the words fell, the door was slowly pushed open, and the eyes suddenly opened.

Lan Ying went down first. She lifted the curtain behind the door. Xiuxiu arranged the skirt for me behind me. I slowly got out of the car with Lan Ying's hand. Looking up, carved columns and painted buildings, flying eaves and arches, is this the palace?

Before looking around, an old man in the clothes of an aide-in-waiting came to me and bowed: "The old slave Qin Degui has met Lord Weng." Everyone behind him knelt down. I looked around and saw that everyone was dressed as palace people. The previous bodyguards had disappeared, and I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

When Lan Ying saw my reaction and quietly touched me, I saved it and hurriedly answered, "It's Manager Qin. I'm sorry to trouble you. Hurry up and get up." Along the way, Lan Ying warned me that the slaves who gained power in the palace were sometimes more expensive than many masters, especially the general manager Qin Degui in front of him, who was the first celebrity around your majesty.

"Thank you Lord." At this time, General Manager Qin got up and looked up. I was looking at his eyes. Somehow, my heart jumped a few times, and the light in his eyes flashed, like an eagle falcon. At that moment, he lowered his eyes and restrained his hands, describing obedience. The moment just now was like my illusion. He whispered, "Lord Weng, you are very tired day and night. Your Majesty has told you to rest today before tomorrow, and give the Huanxi Hall. The old slave respectfully asks Lord Weng to move." After saying that, he personally raised the curtain of the sedan chair behind him for me and led me to the sedan chair.

So I was stuffed into this narrow and closed space again. This time, even Lan Ying and Xiuxiu followed the sedan chair. Poor me, I was so eager to see the most noble and solemn place in the world. Hey, the future is long.

After nearly half an hour, the soft sedan chair finally landed. Lan Ying opened the door of the sedan chair and helped me out.

I followed the guidance of General Manager Qin and walked into a palace gate and walked along the corridor. I saw the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. I could only see the moonlight of the lotus pond, pavilions and water pavilions, and weeping willows, which were unique.

General Manager Qin suddenly stopped and saluted me: "Lord Weng, this is the main hall." I looked up, and the three words "Huanxi Hall" on the plaque came into my eyes.

I found that a group of people knelt down very neatly in front of the hall. I looked at General Manager Qin doubtfully. He said respectfully, "Lord Weng, these people are serving you. If you need to tell them in the future." I looked at Lan Ying and motioned her to stay and deal with it.

Under the guidance of General Manager Qin, I entered the door of the palace, and a faint fragrance of Suhe lingered. The front hall was the prevailing wind of my dynasty, golden and luxurious. I walked around the screen and walked through the long corridor. Sure enough, there were three rooms that had never been separated, and behind the middle curtain was my bedroom. No wonder I am very familiar with it all the way. It is clearly a replica of my Hou's boudoir.

General Manager Qin seemed to have known that I would react like this and said, "Please forgive the old slave for talking too much. Your Majesty is afraid that the Lord is not used to going home when he is young. Are you satisfied with the special old slave to return to this hall?" Thank you for your hard work. At this time, the voice of a maid behind him came in: "Lord Weng, the soup for dinner is ready." General Manager Qin bowed to me when he heard that: "Lord Weng, it must be complicated tomorrow. Please take a break early." Then he retreated.

Seeing that there was no outsider, I hurriedly rushed into the bed and collapsed on the couch. I breathed a long sigh of relief. I turned over and found that Xiuxiu, who had not been silent just now, was sneering beside me. I glanced her and deliberately lowered my voice: "Bold maidservant, I am already tired and hungry. You are not only not dedicated to serving you, but also dare to make fun of me. Let's see how I punish you." Xiuxiu was amused by my pretending.

"Lord Weng, it should be." It turned out that Lan Ying came in, and I casually asked, "Is it all solved?" Unexpectedly, she saluted me rigidly: "Lord Hui Weng, it's all arranged, and the maidservants let them serve outside. How are you? I sat up in a hurry and said, "Lan, are you tired and dizzy? How did you get this set?" Xiuxiu also nodded repeatedly and agreed: "You know that Lord Weng is most annoyed by these red tape. Some people's occasions are still there, and there are no outsiders now..." " Shut up, don't you know where it is now? I don't know whether to be superior or inferior." Seeing that Lan Ying scolded Xiuxiu in a harsh voice, I wanted to relieve her, but Lan Ying suddenly knelt down to me: "Forgive me for my maidservant, I hope you can forgive me." I took a look at Xiuxiu and said shyly, "It's okay, Xiuxiu, let's pass on the meal first."

Xiuxiu saw the opportunity and was ordered to quit. In a short time, Xiuxiu also turned to open the curtain, and a group of palace people entered with meals, and the dining table was ready to stop immediately. Lan Ying served me to wash a little and then sat down at the table. When I was in Houfu, I didn't like others to serve me. Nowadays, with a glance, the palace people lined up in front of the bed, lowering their eyebrows, and only Xiuxiu raised her head slightly and squeezed her eyebrows at me. After a meal, he had no appetite, and a few chopsticks were called to withdraw.

After Lan Ying and Xiuxiu served me to take a bath, the window was already a branch on the moon. I only wore a soft jacket on the couch, and Ren Xiuxiu wiped my long hair. Lan Ying was ordering several maids to light the lamp to add fragrance. The cigarette is quiet, and the candlelight is bright and extinguished. I took a closer look at the furnishings in this room. The bookcase is short, and the curtain paint screen. Even the bed book in front of me is the usual color in my room. Everything is both familiar and strange. Humph, do you feel sorry for me? What if it's similar? It's just a fore.

"Xiuxiu, sing a song for me." Nuo. The gentle voice of the girl floats in her ear:

"Purple ears, not full of baskets. I'm pregnant with people, and I'm going around. Cui Wei, I..." [Note: Selected from the curly ears in the Book of Songs, which means going out and missing my family.]

Listening, my eyes gradually darkened, and my head became confused, as if it were Lan Ying's voice: "Are you asleep?" Then, there was no dream overnight.