Nightfall

Chang'an City must be very lively tonight. After a night of fighting, Ning Que was very tired, but the blood of the sword in the rainy night made him a little excited. I imagined the picture that was happening in various squares at this time, guessing the bottom card towards Xiaoshu, and speculating that Minger was going. Where is the place, tossing and turning, there is no way to fall asleep.

He woke up Sang Sang under a thin quilt. After talking about these things for a while, he still didn't understand. Sang Sang saw that he looked haggard but couldn't fall asleep. A pot of spirits, the two of them sat on the two ends of the bed and drank. As before, most of the wine went into Sang Sang ’s small belly. Ningque had a few sips and was unable to overcome the strength of the wine. Finally he fell into a deep sleep. go with.

In the morning of the second day, the spring rain that had been lingering for several days suddenly stopped, and Qingli's greetings came out from behind the rain cloud without a sound. When the sky lit the little birds in the treetops, a carriage stopped silently. At the door of Lao Bi Zhai, a young boy who walked down from the car did not say hello, and pushed open the wooden door of the half-closed shop, looking at the two servants who had just got up and slightly lowered their jaws, said coldly : "Let's go."

This is probably the person who said to Xiao Shu to pick himself up. Ning Que looked at the little fellow and noticed that this person's eyebrows and Ning He seemed to have a hint of arrogance. From the opponent's flat throat and some slight differences from ordinary people, this guy should be Which little grandfather in the palace.

Last night I knew that Chao Xiaoshu's backstage was backed by the palace. Today, a little **** came to pick him up. Ningque naturally would not feel too shocked. He just thought about whether to stuff red envelopes and how big the red envelopes were.

In the impressions he cultivated in the novel story, the emperor is not in a hurry. The **** has another meaning: the emperor is good at provoke the eunuch. Choosing the right time "no fireworks" handed over a few thin silver tickets or even a clear jade plaything. His biggest doubt when looking at those stories was, where did the protagonists come with so many jade articles? (Note)

Ning Que looked at Sang Sang with one eyebrow and asked if he had to prepare something. Sang Sang was always a very stingy master. He turned his head slightly, and didn't understand what it meant. Her master is not a generous person, and after a little thought, she decided to pretend to be stupid and save some money.

The little **** looked at the shop casually with his hands, nodded like an old man, and said in a clear voice: "I heard that there are some good characters in this alley. Let's take a look today. It was really good. The noble wants to see you writing, please hurry up and let me go. "

Ning Quexin thought that this was good from the ground up. He looked at him and wore it to the little eunuch. He smiled and said, "I wear it like this on weekdays, so poor scholars, where can I wash out a flower." "

He was a little worried that the other party would make things difficult for him if he didn't receive the red envelope. He didn't think that the little grandfather didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled slightly and seemed to like his conversation. He nodded at him and walked out of the shop door.

In some forced carriages, the little **** closed his eyes and rested all the way to see his previous performance in Lin 47. It should not be any opinion on Ning Que, nor disdain to speak with him, but a habitual caution outside the palace. .

Instead, Ning Que felt this quietness, and lifted the corner of the car curtain to look at the street side. I saw that under the beautiful sunshine, Chang'an people walked between Fang City with a smile, and the shops were prosperous everywhere, and I could hear a few times from time to time. How can I see the shadow of the **** fighting between the rivers and lakes last night?

I don't know how long it has passed. Two rows of willow shades obscured the view. A comfortable shadow covered the entire carriage and the stone passage of the carriage. The shadow did not come from the willow tree, but from the imperial city behind the willow tree and after the moat.

Datang is the world's first male country, Chang'an City is the world's first male city, Datang imperial city is described by the world's first magnificent palace-the imperial palace is described by the word Xiongqi, or it is somewhat inappropriate, but the Datang imperial palace inherits the millennium The magnificence of the Tang people, the thick yellow eaves of the Zhu wall resemble the magnificent and solemn weather of the sword, not like the magnificent land where the seventy-two concubines of the three palaces and six courtyards gathered together in the morning, but more like a grand pass standing in the center of Datang.

Ning Que looked up to the majestic imperial city, and his eyes looked down the extremely high vermillion wall to the city like a black soldier with a black dot like a big soldier. His expression was calm and normal, but his heart was silently admiring.

It's a pity that the carriage didn't enter through the main entrance of Suzaku, but walked half a circle along the moat, then drove in through a very obscure side door. The carriage entered the palace and drove slowly in those lanes that were not spacious. I didn't know how many corners I turned. All my eyes were blocked by the high wall cornices beside the car. I could only see the sky cut into pieces by the corners. He had no chance. Seeing the whole picture of the palace, only the palace inside was extremely high.

In the mess room where a piece of Bihu can be seen from afar, the little father-in-law took Ning's missing carriage and began to walk. The two followed the dense bamboo sea by the lake and walked for a few teas. The large rain corridor supported by the columns stopped in front of a row of unremarkable small halls. Ling Ningkui was a little puzzled and even wary of such a long journey. He didn't see any guards, not even the eunuch's court lady.

The little **** turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly: "This is the Imperial Study, I can only take you here, you are waiting here, and after seeing it, someone will naturally take you out of the palace."

Ning Que didn't care much, and was looking at the strange flowers in front of the temple with his hands on his back, looking at the flowers in the lake covered by the weeping willow in the distance. At the three words of Yushufang, the body could not help but stiffen slightly, and turned to look at these humble rooms behind him in shock.

The most secret place for men is not the bedroom, but the study.

In the snowy morning of winter, he can read the banned books in the study. In the evening of summer, he can watch the Spring Palace completely naked in the study. In the warm afternoon of spring, he can write warm love letters with people in the study. Sit in your arms and knead.

There is no interruption by the yellow-faced woman, no playfulness of the children, and any secret and joyful event can be done through the ink book fragrance and no one will bother you.

The emperor is also a man, and Yushufang is naturally his most secret place. I do n’t know much of the big things in history, and how many courtly obscene things happened in Yushufang. If it is not the emperor ’s most trusted cron or a cron who is going to give absolute trust, absolutely Not eligible to enter the Imperial Study.

Wu Zetian entered the Imperial Study Room, Zhang Juzheng entered the Imperial Study Room, Wei Zhongxian entered the Imperial Study Room, Wei Xiaobao entered the Imperial Study Room ... Ning Que stared at the closed door of the Imperial Study Room, and wondered how many great women there were before Just because he entered this little study room, Quan Chen flew to Huang Tengda, and he couldn't live forever. It was unexpected that this opportunity would actually fall on his own head today.

Last night I guessed that the background of the small tree was someone in the palace, and that person in the palace is probably the emperor himself. However, guessing and confirming are two different things. In the past sixteen years, the young people who lived in difficulty and survived suddenly found themselves seemingly. Having a one-step opportunity to climb into the sky, he was inevitably shocked. He finally realized that what Zhao Xiaoshu said last night was more true than gold and silver. This is really the thickest thigh in the world.

"Within half an hour, no one will come here. If someone asks, you will answer according to my previous teaching, saying that Lu Ji took you into the palace."

Thought with emotion, Ning Que did not notice that the little **** had quietly left when he woke up, and when he woke up, he found that there was no one around the imperial study.

In the strange and majestic palace, there was no one who knew me, and the cool and pleasant environment suddenly became a bit gloomy. Even if he was bold, he could not help feeling a little discomfort. He stood in front of the gallery and waited for a moment. , He suddenly thought he should go first?

He and Sang Sang-jin entered Chang'an City like a steamed bun. They were amazed and surprised for a long time, not to mention the palace, he didn't understand the rules at all, but just thought like this according to common sense, so he did it and coughed lightly. With two sounds, he arched his hand into the imperial study room in a false manner, and pushed the door and went in.

Of course, the so-called natural course is all false, and Ning Que simply wants to go in. In addition to meditation and martial arts, calligraphy is the most important part of his life over the years. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com today has a rare opportunity to enter the Imperial Academy. Of course, he is eager to see countless famous people in this rumor. In the study room of God, this desire is so strong that he is so strong that he completely forgets the so-called rules.

Pushing the door in, the eye is a very tall row of bookshelves against the wall. The bookshelves are horizontal and vertical. The style is very ordinary and simple, but the wood used is the extremely valuable Dongyu Huanghuali. The bookshelves are densely packed with various books. , The placement is uneven, but they are all very rare and rare treasures.

Several books and papers were laid on the desk. A brush was laid in the inkstone like a fine raft in Qingtan, immersed in ink, and several other brushes were cluttered on the pen holder. The paper was Xuanzhou bud paper and the pen was Hengdian. Innocent, ink is Chenzhou pine ink, inkstone is Huangzhou Shenni inkstone, without an eye and nothing is a precious tribute.

If these pen, ink and paper inkstones can be dragged back to Lin 47 Lane for sale, how much can they sell? Ning Que stared at the surroundings, with no reason in his heart to give birth to such a **** idea, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the calligraphy hanging on the three white walls.

Looking at these hard-to-find posters that are hard to find in the world of the deep palace, he was shocked and unspeakable, his steps moved slowly, his eyes fell on those famous masters who were hard or flat, or flat and beautiful, and those inscribed on the seal, the right hand subconsciously Li then moved in the air and began to copy, his face full of admiration and joy.

Before reaching the desk, he looked at the five thick ink characters on the paper and couldn't help frowning, and murmured: "Your Majesty's appreciation level is extremely high, but the word is really not so good."

(Note: When writing Qingyu years, I used a non-smoky hand to pass the silver ticket, and was said, so I have been using it firmly and persistently over the years. In addition, the hero in this story is Cao, and the woman married is called Chu Yu.)