The lord of Chang'an

The sky has just been dark, but because of the cold weather, the most prosperous Suzaku Street on weekdays has few people, and the shops on both sides are sporadically lit with a few lights, revealing a little warmth.

The crisp ringing of "Ding ............" crosses the night, which is particularly ethereal. A carriage drove by slowly, silently, as if blending in with the vast night. The two horses in front of the carriage were driving side by side, rowing in unison, and there was no one to be seen driving the carriage. There were no markings on the body, the wood was tinged with a cool blue color, and the wind blew, and the rosewood curtain lifted a corner to reveal the scene inside.

The interior of the car is not ornate, but a little old. A woman in a black power suit respectfully took the cloak thrown from the high couch and slowly folded it. "Congratulations to the county lord, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has more and more trust in you, and you are invited to participate in this secret meeting." "

"Hmph, how much mess the county lord has cleaned up for him over the years, and now that the king has made war exploits and will return to Beijing in a few days, our highness is finally in a hurry." Another maid in a blue dress took over the conversation dissatisfiedly, and did not forget to glare at the other party. Delicate. The woman in black glared at her back, and said hatefully, "Xihe, you talk a lot, I'm coaxing the county lord to be happy, can't you see?" "Ximian, how can the county lord be happy, the county lord has repeatedly persuaded him not to let the king leave Beijing, as a result, His Royal Highness the prince is devoted to the princess's family, and he also wants to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, once and for all, as a result, he lost his wife and broke his army, and now that the king has come back safely, it is estimated that he has suffered a lot, and it is strange not to retaliate against His Royal Highness the prince" Ximian was also speechless. sighed. Suddenly, as if they remembered something, the two of them closed their mouths together and looked in the direction of the couch. But he was stunned for a while. Without him, their master is too eye-catching, the woman on the couch combs a high double ring to look at the fairy bun, the beads on the bun are like stars, the front of the bun is obliquely inserted with Qingyun hugging the hairpin, the eyebrows are not painted and the horizontal cui, the lips are not dotted but contain Dan, the muscles are like snow, the teeth are like shellfish, the forehead is dotted with red plums, and the cheeks are faintly flushed, bright and glamorous. Wearing an ochre high-waisted skirt, covered with a layer of silver-red cloud smoke Luo clothes, the layers of skirts are outlined with gold threads to outline Manzhu Sahua, dragged to the ground, wrapping the beautiful figure in it, and the only snow neck is exposed, which makes people think that it does not belong, and it is called a peerless color.

As if she had been woken up, the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes, her eyes were extremely clear, but they were full of coldness, and she was stunned to suppress the bright colors around her body. People don't dare to have other thoughts.

"Okay, after staying in the East Palace for a day, I am not too tired, and I am still arguing, waiting for the king of England to return to Beijing, and some of the commotion, stop it." Seeing that the county lord spoke, the two of them hurriedly responded in unison, and there was no sound for a while, only the sound of the snow being torn became clearer. The carriage moved forward steadily, after the tea time, squeaked, stopped, Zheng Chickweed did not wait for help, took the lead in jumping off the carriage, stood silently, raised his head and looked at the snow for a while, the snow was bigger, densely falling, and the eyelids were stung and painful. As soon as he lowered his head, he first saw the plaque in the wind and snow, Zheng Chickweed looked at the three words "Anwangfu" in the dark color, hooked his lips and smiled, casually lifted the long skirt, and walked in casually. The two maids hurriedly followed.

King An's Mansion covers an extremely wide area, it was the residence of the princess regent of the previous dynasty, the previous dynasty collapsed, the first emperor gave it to King An, the royal pen personally mentioned the three words of the Anwang Mansion, the things in the house, mostly for the royal gift, it is full of heritage, although the status of the Anwang Mansion is embarrassing now, but now it is also afraid of rumors, not how to be here, it is also the emperor's grace, Zheng Chickweed is all ironic thinks. Turning around the pavilions, she wanted to go back to the Shenshui Pavilion to sleep, but after thinking about it, she still stepped to Qiuwu Courtyard.

The autumn courtyard was quiet, a strong smell of medicine came out clearly, Zheng Chickweed felt bitter in his heart, saw that the study light was still on, walked over gently, buckled the door, no one answered, and then slowly pushed the door open, the room was lit with a few wind candles, and the warm candlelight hit the bookcase, plating a layer of golden halo for the thin young man lying on the table.