In the early morning, the Royal Palace of Daliang City was picturesque and quiet, with the bead curtains rolled up high, the breeze blowing, the jade windows slightly open, and the sunlight overflowing.
Under the leadership of the palace maid, Cong Tong walked all the way to Yin Luzhu's study. Beside him was a plainly dressed woman with a look of restraint on her face.
Congtong was shocked by the splendor of the Daliang Palace.
On the golden steps, with emerald railings, white doves danced, calling softly among the beams, their wings beating in the morning light.
The green tiles and red walls, the bricks laid like blood, the ancient palace stands in the wind and smoke, and the bells ring melodiously and endlessly, lingering under the morning sun.
The magnolia flowers bloom, the fragrance is gentle, the green bamboos gently sway against the window screens, and the painted beams and hairsprings are as delicate as poetry, waiting for the wind to blow towards the morning glow.
The smoke from the stove and the dim light of the red candle are like a dream.
"We're here, young master." The palace man blessed himself, turned around and retreated.
Qing Luo opened the palace door, took a deep look at Cong Tong in front of her, and glanced at the woman behind him, with a gentle expression on her face, "Go in, the master is inside."
Congtong raised his eyes and looked at the plaque above his head: Yilan Hall.
He was slightly startled.
"Aren't you going to the study? This Yilan Palace seems..."
Understanding his scruples, Qing Luo explained with a smile, "My master just got up and gave orders. You can just go in when you arrive."
Congtong was shocked: "This is against etiquette, really..."
"Master Congtong." Qingluo interrupted him, "Here, we are respected by the master. Whatever the master says, we will do whatever he says."
Hearing this, Cong Tong suddenly fell silent.
He took a deep breath and walked in. The woman behind him hesitated and quickly followed Cong Tong's pace.
In the Yilan Hall, Yin Luzhu sat at the desk. The bronze mirror was bright and dim, reflecting the first makeup, making the appearance of the country and the city more real.
Liang Gong's neon clothes, with dancing figures and graceful curves like spring water, looked at Yin Luzhu who was being dressed up, Cong Tong quickly lowered his head, "I, I..."
Yin Luzhu glanced at his anxious and restless expression and said nothing.
Congtong stood quietly.
Birds singing in the palace, flowers and shadows intertwined, this scene was intoxicating, but he didn't dare to appreciate it at all.
The eternal palace is full of youth, like the swaying of brush and ink in a painting. Now the rising sun illuminates this splendor, and the years are quiet and picturesque.
At this moment, Yin Luzhu walked out from behind the screen. She went directly to the desk and sat down. She picked up the steaming tea in front of her and took a sip.
"Have you thought about it?"
Her voice was low in the morning, a little hoarse, but there was a domineering tone in it that made people surrender.
Congtong nodded solemnly and suddenly knelt down, "I am willing to follow Crown Prince Yin, and from now on, I will be at the mercy of Crown Prince Yin."
Yin Luzhu looked at him, a smile slowly appeared on his face, "Get up."
In the Yilan Hall, there are carved window lattice, sparse shadows and slanting shadows. The roses are in full bloom, and the peonies are graceful and graceful. When the wind blows, the petals are like snow, and the fragrance is everywhere, so beautiful.
It seemed that this was the first time Cong Tong saw such a scene, and he was a little emotional, how much does this cost?
Yin Luzhu glanced past him and his eyes fell on the woman behind him, "Who is this?"
Cong Tong quickly stepped aside and explained, "This is my subordinate's sister, Cong Xin."
"Congxin." Yin Luzhu whispered her name softly.
The woman in front of her had eyes as bright as stars, a straight nose, red lips, and her skin was slightly reddened by the sun.
She was wearing a blue sarong, which was woven from cotton grown by farmers. It was soft in texture and elegant in color.
