Near midnight, Han Changmu and his party arrived in front of the Qingxu Palace, which had been burned to ruins and collapsed.
The moonlight is reflected in the sparkling Taiye Pond. Occasionally, a gust of night wind blows by, and the moon shadow is torn into fine ripples, rippling away. The fresh water vapor slightly dissipates the fire left during the day. of smoke.
"Oh my gosh, how did you become such a virtuous person?" Yao Yao covered his mouth and exclaimed with heartache.
Everyone was holding a wind lantern in their hands, and the scattered lights connected together to illuminate the ruins in front of them. The collapsed ruins looked particularly shocking under the bright lights.
Yao Yao had visited the Qingxu Hall when he was in the Imperial Guard. He had been shocked by the ingenious construction skills of the ancients. He had also wondered when he would come back to take a closer look at it. But who would have expected that overnight, the magic was turned into decay, and the ingenious work was burned to the ground. A piece of white land.
"Has Yao Canjun been to Qingxu Hall before?" Han Changmu asked quietly, looking at the completely changed Qingxu Hall.
Yao Yao gave a vague hum, walked a few steps forward, stepped on the ashes that were blown away by the wind, looked around and said, "Sir, why did the Qingxu Palace burn down like this?"
Han Changmu put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps slowly, and stood side by side with Yao Yao: "The saint ordered me to enter the palace to find out why the Qingxu Palace caught fire."
Yao Yao looked serious and asked in a low voice: "Can the saint be in the temple when the fire breaks out?"
Han Changmu suddenly turned his head and looked at Yao Yao. He was stunned for a moment and said in a cold tone: "What do you want to ask?"
"It's nothing." Yao Yao shook his head quickly, suddenly realizing that he had violated a taboo, so he changed the question: "I want to ask, are there any casualties?"
Han Changmu bent down, grabbed a handful of ashes, twirled them in his hands, and said softly: "Two Taoist priests and two little Taoist boys were burned to death in the fire. The saint was frightened."
Yao Yao was stunned for a moment, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind. The countless palace fighting movies and power plot movies he had watched before traveling through time all came into use.
She was inexplicably excited, finally getting in touch with the real-life palace intrigues, and finally she wasn't a person with a low IQ who couldn't even survive the opening song.
She stroked her sleeves twice, geared up and said, "Then, sir, let's get started."
Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao several times in confusion, puzzled by her inexplicable excitement, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you so happy?"
"No, no, no." Yao Yao waved his hands hurriedly.
Don't be ridiculous, she was happy even though the saint was frightened. Isn't this asking for death?
Han Changmu did not continue to inquire further, and smiled slightly: "Let's rest tonight, and we will investigate more carefully tomorrow."
Yao Yao raised her eyebrows, surprised by Han Changmu's unprecedented consideration, but she was happy to see it.
She looked around, lowered her voice and asked, "Sir, are you just letting Wang Cong go back like this? Will he run away?"
Han Changmu raised his eyelids and glanced at Yao Yao: "I'm just afraid that he won't run away."
Yao Yao snorted disdainfully, turned around and asked, "Sir, where are we staying?"
Han Changmu pointed to Taiye Pond from a distance. There was a particularly dark and deep place in the middle of the lake. He showed a sly and malicious smile: "Then, swim there."
"..." Yao Yao staggered. She had suffered too many blows today and asked her to take a breath.
This Han Changmu must be impersonated by a monster, yes, it must be.
Han Changmu suddenly laughed twice, which sounded a bit scary in the middle of the night. He turned around and walked towards the northwest of Qingxu Hall with his hands on his back.
After walking a few steps, he turned around and saw Yao Yao still standing there, motionless, as if he was scared to death. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Planning to sleep in Qingxu Hall and make friends with two immortal masters?"
Yao Yao said "Oh" and followed quickly.
There is a row of small rooms in the northwest corner of Qingxu Hall, which were originally used for the palace residents to rest. Later, Qingxu Palace was allocated to two Taoist priests for Qing to practice elixirs. The palace residents who originally served in the palace also They were all assigned to work elsewhere, and this row of small houses became vacant.
The third room had been vacant for many years. Although Gao Fuguo had arranged for the palace officials to clean the third room, the earthy smell of being uninhabited all year round still hit his face.
Han Changmu pulled off the cobwebs swaying in the wind on the door frame, lit the candles, and illuminated the room.
The room was fully equipped with a bed, table, table, and bedding. The bedding was freshly dried and smelled of sunshine. The floating dust had been swept away, but the years of dirt in the corners had not been paid attention to.
Han Changmu nodded with satisfaction, picked up the porcelain jug filled with cinnamon twig boiled water, poured out a glass of water and drank it in one gulp.
It was past midnight, so he sat quietly in front of the food table for a moment, stood up, opened the door, and slowly walked out of the room.
The four inner guards he brought lived in the room on his right, while Yao Yao lived in the room on his left.
He walked over quietly, pressing his ears tightly against the window paper. Hearing the even breathing coming from the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his room, and whispered to the empty door. She sneered: "I have followed you all the way. Now there is no one else around. How long do you plan to hide?"
A girl with snow-skinned red clothes walked out of the darkness. She slowly walked to the door and stopped a step away. The dim yellow light splashed down, and her face showed a crystal clear brilliance.
Her dark pupils turned slightly and she bent down: "My maid, Lan Tiao, has met the Crown Prince. My master has important matters to discuss with the Crown Prince."
Han Changmu raised his eyes: "Your master's sincerity is to let you follow my son?"
Lan Tiao's face turned slightly red. She took out a brocade box from her sleeve and placed it gently on the dining table. She said with a smile: "This is my master's sincerity. Please accept it."
Han Changmu took the brocade box and opened it casually. After just one glance, his expression changed slightly, he snapped the brocade box shut, and sneered: "Your master has a really big appetite."
A gust of night wind blew by, blowing the shadow of the candle, swaying on Lan Tiao's plain white face.
She chuckled softly: "The prince has misunderstood. What my master means is that if the prince raises his hand, as for what the master can find out, there is no need to trouble the prince."
Han Changmu put his hand on the brocade box, rubbed it back and forth gently, and uttered one word after thinking: "Yes."
Lan Tiao got Han Changmu's correct words and smiled brightly: "Yes, I would like to thank the crown prince for your master."
Han Changmu raised his hand calmly.
Lan Tiao respectfully withdrew and closed the door.
She was dressed in a red dress that was fluttering in the night wind. Her aura was as if there was nothing there, and she was walking as light as a swallow under the red wall and green tiles.
She walked all the way to Yanxi Gate without any obstruction. There was a man standing outside the door, standing with his back turned. He was dressed in dark clothes and blended in with the night. You couldn't even notice it unless you looked carefully.
She bowed and saluted: "It's done, he agreed."
The aura around the man suddenly became cold, and he said without looking back: "Then you will stay in the palace for the next few days."
Lan Tiao answered her claim and watched the man walk into the night. She turned around and pushed open the dusty Jiafu Gate and walked into the East Palace, which had long been vacant.
After Lan Tiao and the man left, Han Changmu jumped down from the back wall of the Hanlin Academy, raised his eyes and looked at the direction where the man left, frowned slightly, and murmured: "Prince Qin, how could he have that pill?"
There was no words all night. At dawn the next day, Han Changmu opened the door and saw Lan Tiao, dressed in a maid's clothes, standing at the door holding a copper basin and saluting towards him.
He said calmly: "Your master really has great powers."
Lan Tiao pursed her lips and smiled: "Your Majesty, you're welcome. From today on, my maid will be assigned to the No. 3 room in Qingxu Palace to serve the Crown Prince."
Han Changmu nodded expressionlessly: "I don't need you to serve me, you." He paused and looked up to see Yao Yao pulling up his hair and looking out. He raised his finger and pointed over: "You go and serve Yao Canjun. ."
Yao Yao's name was suddenly called. She was not prepared at all. She held her bun with one hand and pointed the tip of her nose with the other. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and she opened her mouth and said, "Me, serve me?" She was about to say She refused, but in a blink of an eye she saw Han Changmu winking, almost blinking her eyelids. She suddenly realized and grinned: "That relationship is good, I also want to experience the feeling of being served."
Lan Tiao reacted very quickly. She turned around with the copper basin and saluted Yao Yao: "Your servant Lan Tiao has seen Yao join the army."
Yao Yao laughed heartily. When he saw Lan Tiao turning around to salute, the hot water in the copper basin was as quiet as a dry well. Only the steam rising above rippled slightly, but not a drop of hot water was spilled. .
She secretly clicked her tongue and raised her hand seriously: "No need." She raised her chin towards the copper basin: "Is this face wash?"
Lan Tiao nodded in agreement.
Yao Yao pointed to his room and climbed up the pole with a smile: "Well, hurry up, please put the water here, Sister Lan."
With a smile still on her face, Lan Tiao carried a basin full of hot water into Yao Yao's room and placed it on the shelf.
Yao Yao looked at the place where Lan Tiao walked. The bluestone road was clean, without leaving any water stains.
She raised her head and stared at Lan Tiao's back thoughtfully.
Since when did the maids in the palace keep secrets like this?
She turned to look at Han Changmu again, glared at him fiercely, and made a mouthful of "you tricked me".
Han Changmu touched his nose and smiled innocently.
Lan Tiao was completely unaware of the lawsuit between Han Changmu and Yao Yao. After placing the copper basin, she bowed and saluted: "Then the maid goes to bring the food to the court."
Yao Yao smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Then there is Sister Lauran."
Lan Tiao blushed a little and lowered her head, as if she was a little embarrassed: "Master Yao is too polite. I am humble and dare not call Master Yao my sister."
