The hall was silent, and the sound of books falling was unusual. The palace people didn't know what was going on, they looked around each other, and they didn't dare to move because they didn't see the official calling.

Zhao Zhen's hand was warm and soft, holding Mo Lan's fingertips tightly, turning over the palm and putting it in front of his eyes. Mo Lanxing's eyes widened slightly, her whole body stiffened, obviously she just held her hand, but her heart seemed to be choked by vines, and the waves were turbulent, as if she was about to jump out of her chest immediately. They looked strange and had ambiguous postures, but fortunately, the two of them stood in the center of the cabinet, and there were bookshelves to cover their vision, and although the palace people stood close, they could not see them.

I only heard Zhao Zhen frowning and whispering, "What's the matter with the injury on your hand?" ”

Moran withdrew his hand, his face full of fear. Zhao Zhen let go of his hand and asked again: "What's the matter with the injury on your hand?" Moran replied: "When I was doing things yesterday, I accidentally cut my hand by the bamboo slip that was broken, and it was not in the way. She bent down to pick up the book, and when she saw him getting closer and closer, she panicked for a moment, and had no way to retreat, so she had to lean on the bookshelf, and put "The Rise and Fall of the Northern Qi Dynasty" between the two, and put her face against the back of the book, not daring to look at him.

He propped up the shelf with one hand, wiped away the books that blocked his vision with the other, and smiled with a crooked mouth, "I used to see that you were quite bold, why are you shy now?" ”

She was a little confused, when did she dare to be in front of him?

He pursed his lips and smiled, pulled the book out of her hand, and whispered in her ear, "I'll come to see you tomorrow." His weak breath hit her ear, warm and greasy, causing her to shiver.

When he came back to his senses, he had already turned out of the bookcase, went outside the hall, and said to Zhou Huaizheng: "I have found the book I want, go back to the Funing Palace." Everyone wanted to salute and send off, Zhao Zhen raised his hand, "Excuse me." ”

After a long time, Moran was still leaning against the bookshelf, she was in a trance, frightened and frightened, and her heart was like the small drum beating by a maiko. She covered the hand he had shaken, remembering his raised eyebrows and smiling, and the corners of her lips overflowed with a hint of joy. She was full of worries, but she couldn't even say it, and hid it in her heart, which made this joy even more terrifying.

In the Ciyuan Palace, the palace people were locked, and there was a slight sound. The lights in the front and back yards were extinguished, and a few palace lamps were left sparsely for lighting. In the queen's bedroom, there was only one painted four-dragon lotus pottery lamp, and several plates of lotus flowers were spitting shimmering firelight, shining all over the wall.

Jingshu put on her bedclothes and slept on the phoenix bed, and Ruoli knelt on the pedal and hammered her back and neck.

She faded away, took off her makeup, and put the green silk on her shoulders at will, how could she have the majesty of the queen, but the coquettish demeanor of the youngest daughter's family. She asked with loneliness in her eyes: "After the official family left the Ciyuan Palace, which palace did they go to?" Don't hide it from me! ”

Ruoli smiled and said: "My queen mother, you have asked the slave three times. The slave really didn't lie to you, the official family drove the Renming Palace to look for books. ”

Jing Shu breathed a sigh of relief, but her mouth was still unrelenting, "What book can't be found in the East Palace, do you have to go so far to Renming Palace?" It can't be that there are foxes and moths there! Look at that Zhang Langyue, isn't he the slut on duty in Renming Palace?! If you hadn't said that you would have settled her in the Agarwood Palace, you would have chilled Liulang's heart as soon as possible, and she would have become a beauty! ”

Ruoli said gently while beating his back: "The Agarwood Hall and the Changqiu Palace are close to each other, since the princess of Lu Guo died, the official family will never go to the Changqiu Palace again, in the end, the official family is temperamental, so many years have passed, and they still can't get close to Concubine Feng Xian." It's really a success, a Lu country, and a defeat of a Lu country. ”

Jingshu wrapped the green silk around her fingertips to play, full of pity, "Princess Lu is also pitiful." As he spoke, his eyes showed a cold light, "If you let me know that there is something in the Renming Hall that is pulling Rokuro's soul, I will not be able to forgive!" ”

Ruoli gently persuaded: "If there is really something that pulls the soul of the official family there, won't it be brought back to the Funing Hall tonight?" Since he returned to the palace alone, he was naturally just looking for books. ”

Jingshu clenched her fists, "But I'm still worried, Ming'er, you send someone to investigate, and if you find anything wrong, don't hide it from me at all." ”

Ruoli nodded again and again, "Yes, yes." It's not early, it's time for the mother to go to bed. As he spoke, he stood up from the pedal and helped Jingshu to turn over, "Niangniang is the mother of the country handpicked by the Queen Mother, no matter who is favored, she will eventually be able to surpass Niangniang, but for a while, Niangniang is too worried, but it is not good for self-cultivation." Before the words were finished, Jing Shu was already breathing heavily, her eyelids were fighting, and she only made a few vague "um" sounds in her mouth, and when she turned around, she was already asleep. Sure enough, it is a teenager, no matter how much suffering it is, it is not as sleepy as lingering, how can there be anything worth insomnia.

Ruoli put down the curtain lightly, extinguished the lotus pottery lamp, lit a small celadon oil lamp and put it on the lampstand next to the bed, and instructed the palace people on duty at night to wait for him, and then went back to the side room to sleep.

Mo Lan went to Hualuotang to see the concubine again, and walked back all the way, physically and mentally tired, only to feel sleepy, but as soon as he lay on the bed, Zhao Zhen's voice lingered in his mind like a phantom, tossing and turning for a long time, and finally felt a little sleepy, but it was already white.

If he really sent someone to Funing Hall to inquire on the second day, but no one knew what was going on, and they all thought that the official family was just looking for a book, and the palace people said in words: "The official family took a book called "The Rise and Fall of the Northern Qi Dynasty", and went back to the Funing Hall after only half a cup of tea, and read the book until midnight before going to sleep. After telling the queen what she had said, Jing Shu let go of half of her heart.

Moran hardly slept all night, and when he woke up in the morning, he was in awe-inspiring spirits. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he picked up the most proud moon white orchid placket and womb clothes and wore them, carefully combed his hair in a bun, carefully hairpinned the golden chrysanthemum hairpin brought from home, and picked some jasmine powder from the makeup box brought by Feng Chasi and put it on his face, which became more and more congealed and painted, smooth and crispy. After looking in the mirror for a long time, I felt that it was too pretentious, so I was busy going to the hairpin and changing back into my usual clothes, only the powder was too lazy to wash again, and I looked in the mirror for a while before I went out of my residence to do things.

The affairs of the Tongjian Pavilion are becoming more and more smooth, and Zifei is responsible for weekdays, Mo Lan was promoted, and he was still sent back to the palace by the Shang Palace to do things. Mo Lan waited for a long time, and he didn't see the royal driver, and secretly speculated that he was too careful, and the official family had every opportunity, but he just said it casually, but he took it seriously, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

Under the corridor, the pomegranate flowers were placed in a celadon vat, because they were only brought from the Si Yuan Division yesterday, and they were blooming brightly at this time. A naughty little palace maid saw Mo Lan holding on to the pillar, looking at the plates of flowers in a daze, in a trance, so she secretly walked behind her back and slapped her on the shoulder, Mo Lan was frightened, covered her chest and scolded: "But I'm scared to death!" ”

The little palace maid smiled: "Seeing that you don't keep your mind, do you want to get married?" ”

Mo Lan was told the central matter, and he was embarrassed, so he reached out and pinched the cheeks of the little palace maid, "Let you talk nonsense, see that I don't tear your mouth." The little palace maid was in pain, blocked it with her hand, and begged for mercy: "Good lady, I'm just joking with you, spare me." Mo Lan let go, but the little palace maid laughed and tickled, and Mo Lan was not to be outdone and scratched her. The two were having a good time, when they suddenly heard someone shouting: "Who is Zhang Molan?" ”

The two of them were busy with the right color, and saw two waiters standing outside the corridor, both wearing purple robes.

Moran walked over and bowed down and said, "Slave and maid, what do you command?" ”

The chamberlain actually accepted the gift, took out a book from the brocade box, handed it to her, and said politely: "The book that the official family borrowed yesterday, I heard that the palace people said that it was a book recorded by you, and Mrs. Lao put it back in the library." ”

Seeing that Mo Lan was in trouble, the little palace maid put away her temperament and retreated to the room, holding her voice so as not to disturb her.

Mo Lan took the book, it was the "Theory of the Rise and Fall of the Northern Qi Dynasty" that the official family had taken away, remembering the situation last night, his heart fluctuated, and he only whispered: "Yes." ”

The chamberlain did not greet him, and hurried away.

Seeing them out of the temple gate, Mo Lan turned around and walked towards the Renming Palace. She was depressed in her heart, thinking that the official family would not come today, and she was a little disheartened and upset.

She sold the book, stood in front of the bookcase, and wanted to put it in the shelf, when she suddenly noticed something in the book, and when she opened it, she saw a white silk handkerchief folded in all directions.

Mo Lan's eyes were sharp, and he saw a golden five-clawed dragon pattern embroidered at the corner of the handkerchief, first thought it was an object dropped by the official family, and was about to hold the Ming Shang Palace, and took a closer look, the handkerchief was actually written, and he couldn't help but spread it out to take a look, but saw a few words written on the handkerchief: one day and three months.

On the side, I drew another orchid with a pen.

Moran seemed to have some secret, for fear that people would see it, so he looked left and right and saw no one around, so he dared to savor a few words carefully. The Book of Poetry says: Pi Cai Aixi, not seen for a day, such as three years old. He is not seen for a day, such as March.

The corners of her mouth gradually burst into a smile, as if she was overwhelmed by the tide, and she didn't think of anything else, but she felt full of joy in her heart, and even her lips and teeth were fragrant. At night, she was afraid that the pen and ink on the handkerchief would fade, so she was busy embroidering along the ink with a needle and a thread, and her heart was as happy as joy.

At this time, there are more than ten nine lotus branch lamps burning in the Funing Palace, and there are Vermilion Birds on the lamps who are about to fly, and the nine lamps are burned, and the room is full of brilliance. Zhao Zhen leaned on the throne, and more than ten ministers sat on the ground to discuss state affairs.

An old man and minister talked eloquently: "Zhao Mingde has now sent his son to lead an army to attack Ganzhou, the Uighurs in Ganzhou are the most powerful of the Uighur tribes, and that child has never been on the battlefield, so there is no need to be afraid, and the officials need not worry too much." ”

Zhao Zhen's eyes were sharp, and he asked with cold eyes: "Lu Xiang, what do you think?" ”

Lu Yijian bowed slightly, his face did not change, "Although the Uighurs are strong, since Zhao Mingde dares to send Xiao'er to fight in Ganzhou alone, he should not be underestimated. If the Western Xia tribe could really conquer Ganzhou, it would definitely cause the Uighurs to be terrified, and the Uighur leaders and other small tribes in Guazhou would inevitably join Zhao Deming. ...... then"

Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "What Lu Xiang said is extremely true. Does the Queen Mother have any orders? ”

Lu Yijian said respectfully: "The Queen Mother is all based on the official opinion. ”

A minister of the Privy Council relied on his role as prime minister in the Zhenzong Dynasty and won the trust of the Queen Mother, and said loudly: "Official, the minister has something to say." Zhao Zhen has always disliked him, but taking care of the queen mother's face, he said, "You can say it." ”

The minister said: "This matter is not a big deal, but if you really want to engage with the Western Xia short-handed army, it will be laborious." It's better to see how the situation is before making a conclusion. As soon as he said this, most of the courtiers agreed, Zhao Zhen sighed heavily, and had no choice but to say: "Rong Zhen think about it again, it's getting late, you all step down, and discuss it tomorrow." ”

In this case, the ministers bowed down and retired, and each went back to his house to sleep.

After three days, Zhao Zhen drove the Renming Hall to find the bamboo slips of the Western Xia, only the third floor has the bamboo slips of the Sui and Tang dynasties of the small countries of the historical materials, Zhao Zhen wants to retreat everyone, only people are allowed to wait downstairs.

Zhou Huaizheng refused, and begged: "Official, after all, this place is not as good as the East Palace, everything is not necessary, so it is better to leave one person to wait by your side." ”

Zhao Zhen glanced at him and said lightly: "Then you send someone to bring tea up." With that, he went straight upstairs. Zhou Huaizheng's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he said to Shang Gong: "Only Zhang Molan in Renming Hall has served tea in front of the emperor before, and she is the royal attendant of Zhengqipin, so it is most appropriate to send her to wait." ”

When Shang Gong heard this, he didn't obey, so he hurriedly ordered Mo Lan to prepare tea and bring it upstairs to wait.

The third floor is just a messy bamboo slip historical materials, and very few people go up to read on weekdays, even if there are palace people sweeping and tidying, it is inevitable to be lazy and slack. First, the chamberlain told the official that he was going to drive here, and Shang Gong hurriedly ordered someone to carefully sweep and sprinkle, change fresh bouquets, and tidy up the bamboo slips that were piled up in the corners a little.

Moran made tea, prepared snacks, put them on a plate, and walked upstairs. Her heart was beating extremely fast, like a big bead falling into a jade plate, banging non-stop. When I arrived on the third floor, I saw Zhao Zhen wearing a crimson gauze robe standing in front of the window with his hands in front of the light, his clothes fluttering, and he looked dusty. She took a deep breath, calmed down a little, Shanshan moved over, bowed and said, "The official family is blessed." ”

Zhao Zhen didn't turn around, only said a soft "um".

Moran placed the food plate on the table and stood quietly on one side. After a long time, Zhao Zhen turned around and said, "Find a few bamboo slips of the Western Xia Kingdom for me, and it is best to record the topography, defense, weapons, and contacts with the Zhou Kingdom of other countries." ”

Moran blessed his body and said, "Yes." ”

After speaking, he went to the bookcase to find the bookbook bamboo slips, Zhao Zhen also looked into the cabinet at will, the two were silent, even if they bumped into a place, they only smiled and avoided, if it was placed in a high place, she couldn't take it, he could also put down his posture, stretched out his long hand, and took it as easily as a cup of tea, his face was leisurely, but there was a sense of stealing a half day of leisure.

However, in the hour of half a pillar of incense, Mo Lan had already found more than ten bundles of bamboo slips. Zhao Zhen pulled a roll into it, sat next to the desk and looked at it carefully, and ordered Mo Lan to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked her to study ink by the window.

The north building is close to the palace wall, and the noisy sound of the wine shop and the merchant outside the palace comes from afar, lined with the fine and soft grinding sound of Mo Lan, and the more quiet and peaceful.

Mo Lan retracted his mind and only concentrated on grinding ink, but Zhao Zhen suddenly said, "Where is your hometown?" ”

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, his hand still didn't stop, and he replied respectfully: "The slave's hometown is in Hangzhou. ”

Zhao Zhen closed the bamboo slip, raised his eyebrows and said: "The spring on the lake is like a picture, and the chaotic peaks are spread horizontally." The pine row mountain surface is thousands of emeralds, and the moon is a pearl in the heart of the waves. Have you ever read the poems of the Xiangshan monks? ”

Mo Lan nodded, "The blue carpet thread draws early rice, and Qingluo skirts show Xinpu." failed to throw Hangzhou away, and half of the hook was this lake. He smiled and said, "When the slave is at home, my father always likes to read this, and when I was a child, I didn't understand it, and when I grow up, I can understand it." "When I mention Hangzhou, when I recall the things at home, I will inevitably feel sad in my heart.

Zhao Zhen saw that her eyes were red, and he was full of pity, crossed the desk and held her hand, got up again, stood side by side with her in front of the window, looked at the people coming and going on the street outside the palace, and the cooking smoke was everywhere, and said: "Although Hangzhou is far away from Bianjing, you can look at the prosperous street scene, the fireworks in the world, like the countryside, can comfort people's hearts a little." ”

Mo Lan only felt that his palm was warm and powerful, and he couldn't move his palm tightly holding his hand, although he was nervous, he was not as scared as before, and he was slowly able to settle down. His voice was low, and he whispered in her ear: "Knowing that your mother is in Bianjing, if I find an opportunity, I will definitely take you out of the palace to have a look." ”

Mo Lan's heart moved, and he unconsciously turned his head to look at him, he was looking out the window, his eyebrows and eyes were straight, and the corners of his mouth were always smiling.

Zhao Zhen said: "A few days ago, I didn't come to see you, are you disappointed?" ”

Moran shook her head, at this time she was able to completely relax her mind, and actually took the initiative to shake his hand, "At first, I was a little complaining, but then I saw the handkerchief you sandwiched in the book, so I didn't want to." After a pause, he added, "I am very happy." ”

As soon as he said that, his cheeks turned a little red.

Zhao Zhen was quite surprised, she was really the first woman she met in the pavilion, she was bold and bold, as a slave, she dared to say such a thing. He turned around and couldn't help but take her other hand, perhaps the fragrance of the new flowers in the hall was too strong, and the faint fragrance made him confused. I saw that her face was burning red to the root of her ears, and she bowed her head slightly, but she looked straight at him without fear.

The breeze blew down the hair on her sideburns, drooping and fluttering on his face, gently rubbing it, straight to the bottom of his heart. With autumn water in her eyes and cherry lips and jade face, he couldn't help but feel emotional, leaned down, and kissed the cherry blossoms.