There are no nagging, sallow wives, and no noisy children playing. Here, all sorts of private pleasures can be obtained from scrolls of paper and ink, brought to life by the glow of the written word, and no one will bother you.

The emperor may be the emperor, but he is also a man, and the imperial study is naturally his most intimate place. Who knows how many great historical deeds, how many secret conspiracies and conspiracies there are in the study of kings and emperors of all ages. If a person is not one of the emperor's most trusted people, or if a person is ready to receive such trust, then there is no reason for this person to enter the imperial study.

Wu Zetian entered the imperial study, and Zhang Juzheng, Wei Zhongxian, Wei Xiaobao and others also entered the imperial study. Ning Que stared at the locked door dumbfounded. How many great women in the past, how many great (and castrated) worthy people only found themselves walking into that little room and suddenly shooting like a meteor to the top of the world? In his wildest fantasies, he could not imagine that such an opportunity would fall on his lap.

He guessed last night that Zhao Xiaoshu's backer must be someone from the palace, and it seems that that person is likely to be His Majesty himself. However, empty speculation is one thing, and confronting it is another. For the past 16 years, he has been the young man who has struggled, wandered, and destitute and suddenly found an opportunity to rise in this world. He couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"For the next hour, no one came here. If anyone asks, follow the answer I told you, and say that Lu Ji brought you into the palace.

His heart was full of fiery emotions, and Ning Que didn't notice that the young eunuch had quietly slipped away. When he came to his senses, he realized that not a single soul could be seen in any direction around the Imperial Study.

Standing in the center of such a strange and austere palace, without a familiar face, the cool and comfortable library in front of me seemed to suddenly darken. Even a man as bold as him couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He stood in front of the hall, waited for a moment, and thought, "Should I go in first?"

He and Sang Sang entered Chang'an like a few little children and stared at the city for a long time. What's more, in this palace, he doesn't know what rules to follow, and can only rely on common sense. So, he coughed lightly twice, bowed with his fist to the door of the imperial study, and then pushed the door and walked in.

Of course, the idea that all the water flowing into the channel becomes rational is nonsense; Ning Que just wanted to go in. Over the years, the most important part of his life was devoted to meditation and martial arts, especially the cultivation of calligraphy. The opportunity to enter something as precious as the Imperial Study was hard-won, and of course, he longed to see this legendary room, where countless priceless treasures of countless masters were kept. The desire was so strong that he completely forgot about those so-called rules.

He pushed the door open and walked inside. The first thing that caught his eye was the tall row of bookshelves by the wall. The shelves are flat and vertical, the style is simple, but the wood is clearly the famous expensive Dongyuxiang rosewood, reserved for the emperor. The books were tightly packed, almost stuffed to the brim, and unevenly arranged, but each volume was a very expensive literary treasure.

On the reading table, there are several pieces of white paper, and an ink brush floats on the ink stone. Several other brushes made a mess on the pen holder. The paper is the best bud paper made in Xuanzhou, while the pen is a pure brush from Hengdian, and the ink is Chenzhou pine ink. The ink stone is Huangzhou mud; There is none less than the most precious tribute.

If he brought this beautiful piece of calligraphy stationery to Lin 47th Street, how much would he be able to sell it for? Ning Que stared at the four corners of the room. Just as his mind was coming up with this twisted plan, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of calligraphy hanging on the white walls of the room on three sides.

Shocked by the large number of works that came to the center of the palace, he began to slow down. His gaze will fall on this or that choice phrase, or the smoothness and beauty of a true masterpiece, as well as inscriptions and etchings. His right hand traced wildly in the air, his face full of joy.

He walked around to his desk and looked down at the thick ink-colored letters on the paper, frowning. He muttered to himself, "Your Majesty is indeed a man of taste, but the words are really pitiful.

On the bud paper made in Xuanzhou, seven words are written freely: "Fish that jumps over the sea".

Looking at the scrolls on the shelves, there should be a second sentence in this text. However, for unknown reasons, the author stops after writing the first line, leaving the incomplete word "sea", and the underlying reluctance is obvious.

The way these seven characters are written shows the author's rigor and magnanimity. If it was written by any ordinary person, it would be considered a good article. However, Ning Que felt that this was nothing worth seeing, especially since he had just feasted on the works of the great scholars in front of him. He felt that these seven words were really bad, and even if he guessed that the emperor had written them, he would not change his mind and consider it a lackluster work.

A thought flashed in Ning Que's heart, he thought that he had come to the palace to be a calligrapher. If his calligraphy skills impressed the emperor, he would not have any worries for the rest of his life. He can be a servant of the court, with a fancy title, and he will not even be called to serve.

An angry voice drifted to the study as he thought. The voice was strong and seemed unusually violent. He could only hear certain words when his voice sounded the most angry.

"Stupid... Imbeciles.... A bunch of!

Derogatory words rang out in the air as sharply and clearly as the cry of war.

Ning Que stood in the imperial study, not knowing what to do. After hearing the sound that seemed to fall from the sky, he gradually fell into a trance. He thought it sounded familiar, and he didn't know which manager it was, as he sounded a little coquettish when he was scolding.

The palace of the Tang Empire was a great and solemn place. Even the highest-ranking eunuch manager didn't dare to curse so loudly. In addition, angry voices also came from inside the advisor's palace.

Ning Que didn't know about the buildings in the palace. He didn't know that the security in the area was very tight. The Doge's Palace was so close to the Imperial Study, which was why he could hear countless imbecile counts, while others couldn't.

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There is a pattern of a coiled dragon, a water dragon carved into the pillars of the advisor's palace. The curtains were embroidered with flowers scattered by the maidens in the sky. To the left of the royal sofa sits a beautiful woman dressed in royal clothes. She looked to be in her thirties. Her facial features are sharp and gentle, and she looks charming. Her slightly plump lips were pursed tightly, giving a determined aura. According to the phoenix on her headdress, she must have been the empress of the Tang Dynasty.

To the right of the royal sofa sits a girl of 16 or 17 years old. Her eyelids are covered, and her slender fingers perform the art of making tea. Her clear facial features and quiet performance give her an air of elegance. Her face lost its tan at the border. This is the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yu.

Between the queen and the princess sat a middle-aged man. His hair was braided back and he wore a loose robe. His voice was gentle and domineering. At the mention of the word, his tone rises like a cloud meets a mountain. It resounded throughout the palace.

On the ground in front of the emperor's sofa, kneeling were more than a dozen court officials. They all bowed their heads and trembled slightly, looking very ashamed and scared. The only ones who could sit down, the prince and the other two officials didn't look good either.

The Tang Dynasty never paid attention to rules. It was not necessary for court officials to kneel before the emperor in their day-to-day affairs. All they have to do is bow. This emperor was kind and open-minded. During regular meetings with his subjects at the Palace of Advisors, the emperor might even wave their hands to signal that they did not have to bow.

Today, however, the kind-hearted emperor is very angry. The emperor usually did not let them kneel in front of him because he did not want them to kneel. But when he's not happy, the entire Advisor's Palace seems to be a scary place.

The man on the imperial sofa is, of course, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. The most powerful man in the secular world of Haotian. He looked coldly at his subjects kneeling in front of him. His calm and mocking gaze fell on everyone's face. Senior officials of the military department, assistant ministers, old and young cadres of the Ministry of Taxation, the mayor of the capital, his attendants, as well as two carvings of Chang'an, a seated younger brother and some very old officials. How much do they know about this?