It was afternoon, and there were still two quarters of an hour before the twilight drum sounded.

Outside the Chao'an Gate on the east side of the imperial city, ten temporarily transferred black yashi chief arresters, with bronze medals hanging from their waists, entered the palace gate one after another after negotiating with the forbidden army.

Night Terror changed into a black brocade robe, with a knife hanging from his waist, and walked between the ten chief catchers, while Bird Bird stood on his shoulder, looking curiously.

Ten men and three women were arrested, all of whom were in their thirties and forties, and the night terror hall was too young, and they walked in the middle very much like the apprentices who followed them.

But there are deeds of catching wingless owls and repelling blood Bodhi in front, and they are quite courteous, and She Long even seems to be a good brother, and has been walking in front of him to introduce:

"There are a lot of allusions to Chao'anmen, do you see that rotten brick? At the end of the previous dynasty, when the city of Yun'an was broken, Emperor Yan Gong fled from this gate, ran to where he was wrestled, fell not lightly, and died within a few months...... After Taizu founded the country, he specially left this brick to warn future generations that 'there is no way for the king, and there is a harvest from heaven'......"

The Night Terror Hall followed up to the outer city wall, listening to the allusions that happened in various places along the way, such as the suicide of a certain emperor, the usurpation of the throne by a certain prince, and so on.

The Imperial City was very large, and the external security was entrusted to the Forbidden Army, while the internal security was taken care of by the Secret Guards; Eleven of them entered the palace to temporarily increase manpower and beware of accidents in the palace.

This is not the first time that they have done this kind of errand, and at each time, two people leave the team and disappear between the jagged buildings, and when they reach the corner tower of the east city wall, only three people remain.

Standing under the corner tower, looking out inside and outside the palace, the Night Terror Hall asked:

"Am I following the two adults, or am I just standing here and watching the wind?"

According to the practice of the black ya, no matter what errand he does, he must be accompanied by the two of them, and he cannot go alone.

But there were no teammates in the Night Terror Hall, and King Jing did not specifically indicate where he was inspecting, so how to arrange it became a problem.

The injury gradually left and thought about it for a while: "The duty of inspecting the imperial city is heavy, and we still have to focus on errands." King Jing asked Ye Gongzi to come over by name, but he didn't explain specifically, he just trusted Ye Gongzi. The night boy can patrol by himself ......"

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Hearing that the Night Terror Hall let him inspect the palace alone, he was surprised in his heart - didn't he let Sun Wukong enter the Pan Tao Garden?

"As a man, I am walking alone in the palace, I am afraid that it will be ......"

"King Jing appointed Ye Gongzi to this position, I don't have the right to dispatch, these things can be arranged by Ye Gongzi himself."

The injury gradually left and turned his head to signal to the center of the imperial city:

"But there are some rules, I'll still talk about them. The Yongle Palace in the center is the place where the Holy Lord sleeps, and the secret guards are in charge, and we cannot enter the Yongle Palace for any reason, otherwise we will be killed. Every other hour, you have to come here to meet your head to avoid accidents. ”

The Night Terror Hall can act alone, and I can't ask for it, so I arched my hand and said:

"Then I'll make my own rounds, the two adults will be busy first, and we'll meet in an hour."

The injury gradually left and She Long didn't say more, and jumped off the palace wall with a light tap of his toes, and disappeared into the building complex......

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Knock, knock, knock......

The dusk drum sounded, the sunset on the horizon sank into the mountains, the palace gates closed one after another, and the imperial city gradually became quiet.

Outside the Chen'an Hall of Yongle Palace, more than a dozen coolly dressed palace maids were kicking rattan balls in the garden outside the hall, among which there were two tall figures that were the most eye-catching, namely the empress of the dynasty and King Jing.

The empress did not wear a dragon robe, but a red bandeau with a red skirt with a high slit on one side, and when she trotted with a rattan ball, she could see her slender legs full of flesh, and her breasts wrapped in a bandeau were also bumped down the mountain with the movements.

The snowy shoulders and white collarbones are all on display during the run, and the crystal sweat beads slide down the neck and roll towards the bottomless ravines in the chest, and the scene can only be described by the word 'fragrant'.

The Oriental outfit is much more serious, it is a pure white hunting suit, even the feet and necks do not leak, it looks heroic, more like a young emperor who plays with his concubine than the empress.

There was endless laughter in the Yongle Palace, but the Fushou Palace, which was also in the imperial city, was silent and rarely crowded, only the dim yellow palace lamps swaying in the wind, casting mottled reflections of flowers and trees on the wall.

Fushou Palace, also known as the West Palace, is the residence of the Queen Mother and the Concubine, and it fell into silence just after nightfall, and there are only a few ghost lights lit between the huge palace pavilions.

In the Queen Mother's bedroom, there are also sparse people.

The Queen Mother, dressed in a crimson home dress, sat upright on the tea couch near the window, holding the water sleeve in her left hand and holding a paintbrush in her right hand, slowly sketching on the white paper.

The kneeling posture draws a full curve full of tension behind the waist of the Queen Mother, which looks like a calligraphy and painting master with a bee waist and fat buttocks and a very beautiful figure.

Hongyu, the palace maid who has been waiting by her side all the year round, kneeling beside her, with dansha, green goose and other pigments in front of her, sometimes handed to the queen mother, looking at the paintings under her pen intently, slightly puzzled:

"The Queen Mother."

"Huh?"

"You...... What are you drawing? ”

"You'll know when it's done."

The palace maid Hongyu carefully looked at the things drawn on the paper—it was probably a person, but the eyes were slender, the eyes were blank, the lips were straight, and a ball was drawn on the shoulder......

Even if it was painted, Ruby wasn't sure who she could tell.

"Hmm...... Could this be a beautiful man? ”

"Heh~ Your eyesight is good."

The Empress Dowager had a dignified and elegant posture, carefully sketching the man's sword eyebrows, and asked:

"How is the painting skill of this palace compared to King Jing?"

"Uh......?"

Ruby sat up slightly straighter, her expression strange.

King Jing is a master of Xuanji Zhenren, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there are signs of blue out of blue, placed in the capital of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, are regarded as Danqing masters.

And the Queen Mother ......

The queen mother's hometown is in Jiangzhou, where the literary style is at its peak, and the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are indeed pointed, but the Jiangmen background is only a point.

Hongyu really didn't dare to hit the Queen Mother, who was in good spirits, and commented seriously:

"King Jing's paintings are too realistic, too real, but lack artistic conception and charm. The Queen Mother is not, the ink and wash Danqing is mainly freehand, Niangniang's paintings, although at first glance like a cloud and mist, do not know the inside; But think carefully and carefully, this is wonderful~ It's like the water of the Qingjiang River, gushing endlessly, huh...... Quite a real person's demeanor~"

"Really?"

The Queen Mother was very helpful to these obvious sycophants, and showed a smile.

Xuanji Zhenren is the teacher of the empress sisters, the master of Yuxu Mountain, when the Queen Mother did not enter the palace, she went to visit Yuxu Mountain, and then in the capital, she got along for a few years, and was the best friend of the Queen Mother.

It's a pity that since the empress sisters came out of school, Xuanji Zhenren returned to Yuxu Mountain, and rarely came to the capital, and the last time they met was last year.

Hearing Hongyu mention it, the Queen Mother thought about it and sighed:

"She, she will only be at ease on the rivers and lakes by herself, and she doesn't know how to visit the palace every once in a while."

"Alas...... Count the days, it should be coming soon, don't worry. ”

The Queen Mother carefully depicted it for a long time, and the man on the portrait gradually took shape, and she looked carefully:

This painting...... It's okay......

The paper seems to be a little narrow......

Or that the painting is off, and the portrait is not centered......

The Queen Mother blinked, pondered slightly, took a paper knife from the small case, and wanted to cut the scroll and center the character.

But before he could do anything, he heard a voice outside:

"Childe, you're in the wrong place."

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