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More than a dozen florists dressed in uniform camel-colored cotton black silk collar robes are planting precious chrysanthemum varieties - Gui Pink and Da Jinlun in the sloping flower beds inside the Xuande Gate.

They had been bending over here for several days, and only then had they just begun to emerge in a rough outline, a rosy-shaped pink chrysanthemum hidden in a large golden chrysanthemum with a green onion.

The gardeners were very satisfied with the work that was about to be completed, and they stood by and nodded their heads while admiring it......

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves outside the Xuande Gate.

A man in a pale young robe, wearing a mask of exorcism, rode a horse with a black mane and white forehead, and rushed in from outside the city gate.

Coincidentally, there are quite a lot of cars and horses entering the city today. An ox cart delivering melons and fruits was moving slowly in the middle of the road.

It was followed by a sloping ox cart, donkey cart, and mule cart, all of which could not move.

The man on the fast horse looked at the scene in front of him and knew that he had waited a long time to get off the road today.

If it was usual, it would be enough, but today he didn't want to wait for a moment.

He looked to the left and right and found the flowerbed under construction, and without saying a word, he whipped a few lashes at the horse's buttocks.

The black-maned and white-fronted horse jumped into a sea of pink and golden chrysanthemums. In this sea of flowers, it was not polite, it soared into the air on all fours, and strode forward, bypassing the main route of slow walking. Riding the dust, he ran towards the center of Luoyang City.

In the blink of an eye, even the men and horses were gone, leaving only the trampled flower beds and a dozen gardeners with stunned faces.

"Hey, who is this person, such a bold ......"

"That is, this is the royal flower garden, and he dares to step on it?"

"Report to the official, report to the official!"

While the gardeners were talking, a small detachment ran in in a huff. The leader was an old man wearing a pea-green embroidered treasure brocade robe, with gray hair and a thin voice.

He looked at the scene in the flower garden and understood a thing or two in his heart.

The old man stepped forward and handed the gardeners a piece of gold, saying, "This is to compensate you for your losses." ”

The gardeners looked at the gold that seemed to fall from the sky and were suspicious, but they still stretched out their hands to take it.

At this moment, the old man suddenly pulled his hand back and said, "This matter must not be spread outside, otherwise it will ......."

The gardeners will understand and promise again and again that they will not pass it on.

Only then did the old man let go.

After taking the gold ingot and looking at it carefully, the gardeners fell silent for a moment.

What shocked them was not the gold itself, but the words engraved on the gold - "Hanyang Palace Imperial System". It can be seen that this gold is the property of the palace, and it must be the eunuchs and chamberlains in the palace who use it.

So who will be able to let these people chase after them and handle all kinds of compensation matters?

Zhao Yuan was in a very bad mood at the moment.

With all his might, he drove his mount, the Thundermon, to run wildly.

It seems that only in this kind of galloping wind can Zhao Yuan's heart be temporarily calm, and he has the ability to resist those past events that he does not want to recall, but it is difficult to forget.

In this way, he galloped all the way back to the Changxin Palace, and did not even get off the horse when he entered the temple gate. The Thunder Beast rushed into the courtyard of the temple with a gust of wind.

The gust of wind disturbed the hundred-year-old laurel tree planted in the courtyard. This plant is in the flowering period, clumps, clusters, layers, cinnamon weeping trees. After the wind, the ground is full of residual incense, and the fall is melancholy, so it is not desolate.

Zhao Yuan didn't care.

Dismounting, he threw his mask and whip into the little eunuch's hand, and strode through the old laurel tree. Goose-yellow specks of tender stamens on the trees fell and scattered over his broad shoulders.

"It would be nice if I didn't go to the south of the city today."

Back in the inner hall, Zhao Yuan sat on the throne of the Nine Dragons of Rosewood, thinking with some chagrin.

Last night, he saw the wonder of the starry sky, especially when he heard that the fire meteor fell above the inn at the end, and he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. In his heart, he had long regarded these Zhuguo families as his old enemies, so Zhao Yuan always paid special attention to things related to him.

Early this morning, he went out of the palace in his regular clothes, and took his entourage to inspect the area around the post house, but found nothing.

The detailed report in the post house shows that Yi Guohou has not acted out of the ordinary in the past few days, his son is addicted to alcohol every day, and his daughter lives in a simple house and rarely shows up.

"It seems to be just a coincidence." Zhao Yuan felt a lot relieved in his heart.

When he looked up and saw the sky and the water was clear, and the white geese were hazy, he was interested for a while, and he came to the market with confidence.

I thought I would cross the market and return to the palace closer, but I didn't expect to meet a witch who was carrying out an exorcism ceremony. He was squeezed there by the crowd for a while, unable to move forward.

I wanted to choose a shortcut, but I didn't think about it, but I went further. Zhao Yuan became a little irritated in his heart, and inadvertently looked back on horseback and saw a girl on the other side of the road.

She was fifteen or sixteen years old, standing beside a poplar pillar, half-leaning and half-hiding.

A beige embroidered ruyi moire makeup gold satin jacket wrapped around her graceful waist, lined with an agarwood-colored embroidered pomegranate flower peacock Luo tunic long skirt, and a light red three-way yarn curtain on her arms.

She combed her concentric bun, and a branch of emerald inlaid beads was inserted diagonally on it, and the golden phoenix was swaying.

A cute little goose egg face, white and silky skin, and a full and moist forehead. Under the curved willow eyebrows are a pair of eyes as calm as autumn pools. The bridge of the nose is high, the tip of the nose is slightly upturned, and the lips are lovely pink.

Her temperament is very unique, with a bleak clarity between her eyebrows, and her eyes are crystal clear.

Zhao Yuan felt that his breathing was a little short, and he couldn't take his eyes off her, not only because of her stunning appearance, but because she was very much like a person, just like her.

"Are you still alive?" Zhao Yuan asked in his heart, and this question trembled a little.

"It's been more than 20 years, and we've known each other for so many years. It's a pity that even after knowing each other for so long, we have never talked to each other from the bottom of our hearts. ”

"Back then, I offered you as a nine-day fairy, but you have always regarded me like a mustard. However, this person who was destined to be a mustard was finally able to break through Luoyang, eliminate the Song State, and become the Son of Heaven of the Great Qi State. ”

"When you framed me and kicked me out of the palace, did you ever think that there would be such a day?" Zhao Yuan thought about these things in his heart, but his expression did not have the slightest smugness, but with deep sadness.

Soon, he denied his idea. "Impossible, he died on the frozen lake thirteen years ago. Even if there is a holy hand in this world that can bring the dead back to life, he will save the dead. But after so many years, she is already a. How can you be at the prime of life like the beauty in front of you? ”

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of something, and the expression on his face became surprised: "Could it be that the Song family, which is the most powerful in the Seven Pillars Kingdom, still has descendants surviving?" ”