Having said that, it was not easy for him to find his way through the huge palace alone, he walked all the way, constantly reconstructing the route of the entire palace according to his memory, trying to reach the case library as soon as possible, but such a seemingly simple thing could not be done.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Qin Ke finally walked along the courtyard wall and walked into a place where flowers were blooming, although it was the middle of the night, these flowers were still blooming vigorously, except for those plants that could not bloom in the autumn and were silent in the dark, the most were chrysanthemums, all kinds of colors, red like a beating flame, yellow like a round of sunrise, obviously carefully cared for and cultivated.

But what Qin Ke is looking for is naturally not here, what he wants to see most now is not these flowers, but a case library full of the smell of book ink.

"Damn, this Li Qiuhuang lives in such a big place and is not afraid of getting lost?" Qin Ke muttered, stretched out his hand and flicked a chrysanthemum that was not very restless and extended towards the road, and the petals were scattered.

"If you walk a lot, of course, it's not easy to get lost. ”

Just as the petals that Qin Ke flicked fell one after another, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Qin Ke's heart jumped violently, and he was about to squat down and pull out the dagger in his boots almost immediately, but he still quickly lowered his head, made a full appearance of humility, and secretly tilted his head sideways, looking towards the source of the sound.

It was a figure with his back to him, in the bright and cold moonlight, he was wearing a linen shirt stained with mud, the hem of the robe was lifted high by him, and it ended at his waist, although it was night, but this man was still wearing a hat on his head, and while bending down, he held a pair of scissors in his hand, aimed at a pot of half-dead chrysanthemums, and with a slight force, cut off the broken branches of the chrysanthemums, and threw them into the dirt with the other hand.

However, he took a few steps back, looked left and right at the chrysanthemum a few times, shook his head, and sighed, "It still doesn't seem to work." Then he stepped forward again, and took the scissors and pruned on the branches of the chrysanthemum, in fact, the large pot of flowers was already in a dying state, and the leaves and petals wilted together, as if they had been under some kind of heavy pressure or heavy blow, but he didn't seem to care, and still tinkered with it.

Qin Ke calmed down, thinking that this was probably the gardener in the garden, but for some reason, he stayed here alone to prune the flowers and plants so late.

But fortunately, he didn't react excessively to calling the name of the lord of the country "Li Qiuhuang", is it possible...... What punishment did he receive to continue to do this rough work of pruning flowers and plants on the beautiful night of the noble concubine's birthday?

Maybe he also has a grudge against Li Qiuhuang?

But no matter what the reason is, at least I am now meeting an excellent way-asker, seeing that he is still a little powerless in his slow movements, I think he should be not young, but this is like a treasure for Qin Ke - the older he is, doesn't it mean that he has been in the palace for a long time?

God forbid.

Thinking of this, he slowly leaned up and said, "This old man." ”

"Uncle?" the gardener seemed to be a little strange about the title, and turned around.

The glow of the moon illuminated his face, which looked no more than thirty years old.

He had a beard, but he didn't look old, and his smooth skin and exposed arms showed that he was in the prime of life.

There is a bit of youthful innocence in his eyes, but there is also a kind of indifference that looks down on the world, and what neutralizes the two is a kind of unrestrained chic, with a straight nose and eyebrows like wings, and it seems that he is about to spread his wings and fly high in an instant.

He smiled slightly, as if he thought it was very interesting, and while looking at Qin Ke, he played with the scissors in his hand and let it spin back and forth at his fingertips.

Qin Ke was stunned for a while, knowing that he had called the wrong name, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you were ......" Maybe it's because the people in charge of pruning flowers and plants that I have seen in Jingwu are all old people? For example, the housekeeper in Gao Changgong's mansion......

But a gardener, so handsome, really surprised him.

Tang Guo is extravagant, should he even have a heart of "seeking beauty" when selecting florists?

"Who are you?" The gardener looked at Qin Ke, looked at the eunuch clothes on Qin Ke's body, and said with a slight smile: "This is the Imperial Garden, not something you can come in casually." ”

Qin Ke hurriedly nodded and said in a low voice: "I know, I know, I just came to the palace, so I don't know the way, and the master is busy at the banquet of the concubine, I am really ...... alone And then walk and walk and you get here. ”

I hope this reason can help him get through this hurdle, Qin Ke lowered his head and thought.

The gardener didn't mind much, it seemed that nothing was important except for the multicolored hydrangea beside him, he continued to turn around, used his scissors, and continued to prune, the breeze blew through his light smile: "It seems that your master is not competent at all, didn't he teach you how to walk carefully in the palace?"

"Probably. Qin Ke laughed dryly.

His master was not a eunuch.

Seeing that the gardener began to prune the dying hydrangea chrysanthemum again, Qin Ke felt a little strange, and muttered to himself: "This flower is dead, what's the use of repairing it?"

The gardener's hand was slightly suffocated, and his eyebrows, which were originally like wings, were also wrinkled, Qin Ke's voice was completely thin like a mosquito and a fly, and he only felt extremely sharp when he heard it, but he didn't get angry, and he didn't let Qin Ke see his expression at the moment, he just stretched out his hand and stroked the plant that he had pruned several times. What's the use of pruning now that it's dead?"

Qin Ke was shocked in his heart, he heard the gardener's words that were obviously in response to him, and secretly blamed himself for not being able to change the bad habit of talking too much.

It's just that the gardener's ears are too good.

The gardener stood up straight at this time, and at this moment, he finally began to look at Qin Ke carefully, and it was only after he stood up completely straight that Qin Ke realized that this person was a head taller than himself, but the loose clothes made him look a little lazy, not majestic.

He squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, since we have a fate, why don't we find a place to have a drink?"

"No, no, no. Qin Ke didn't know why the gardener suddenly became interested in drinking, but now he had important things to do, so he waved his hand again and again: "I have to hurry up and do things, I don't know you...... What do you call it?"

"Title?" The gardener seemed to find the question interesting, he pondered for a moment, looked at the moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "My name is Guan Shanyue, what about you." ”

"Dong Dabao. Qin Ke blurted out, as if this was his real name, "Then Mr. Guan is sorry for you......"

"Don't call me sir. Guan Shanyue interrupted him and continued to smile: "It sounds like a teacher, but if you want to say that you are tireless in teaching, I think I can't do anything, and I can do it easily." You're trying to ask me for directions, right? You're looking for the right person, I'm familiar with this place, and I can point you the way if you name a place. ”

Qin Ke was overjoyed and said, "Really, I am grateful! I want to go to ......."

"But you'll have to call me uncle. Guan Shanyue interrupted Qin Ke's words again, playing with scissors in her hand, with a relaxed expression.

It seems to be a bit cynical.

The second half of Qin Ke's sentence was interrupted, but at this time, it was stuck in his throat, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Guan Shanyue.

Although depending on his age, there is really no problem in being his own uncle, but why should he take advantage of him so little?

Looking at Guan Shanyue carefully, feeling that although he was smiling indifferently, he didn't seem to be joking, Qin Ke took a deep breath and said honestly: "Guan ...... Uncle. ”

"Hmm. Good boy, nephew. Come, tell uncle, where do you want to go?" Guan Shanyue walked over, stretched out her hand and stroked Qin Ke's head, her movements were gentle, but Qin Ke was extremely embarrassed, but she couldn't take care of it at this time, so she asked for the way.

Of course, he didn't dare to ask directly about the location of the case library, which was a place where the Tang clan could go, in case of suspicion, the consequences would be unimaginable, but he only needed to ask about a palace near the case library, and he would probably be able to find the case library in the dark, and it would be no big deal.

And Guan Shanyue is indeed a good guide, just a few words, he said the route very clearly, as if he really lived in this palace for many years, and he had walked those paths countless times.

Perhaps, he was a gardener who was deeply loved by the great people, for example, the noble concubine, and the fact that he pruned the half-dead flowers so carefully proved what a man he was.

After asking the way clearly, Qin Ke finally had the confidence to stride away, the gardener looked at him and smiled slightly, Qin Ke was happy in his heart, turned around and waved his hand at him vigorously, and shouted with a little excitement in his tone: "Thank you, Uncle Guan!"

Guan Shanyue nodded, watching his figure disappear into the corner of the imperial garden, he gently dropped the flower scissors, looked down at the pot of chrysanthemums that he had pruned for a long time, and said softly: "At the age of being an uncle, it is not as good as a child to see it thoroughly." But...... A eunuch child is full of qi and blood cultivation, presumably what mission did he come to the palace for?"

He thought about it, shook his head and sighed lightly: "Let him go, anyway, what does this palace have to do with me?"

"It's also a good idea, Uncle Guan? He showed a very childlike smile on his face, shrugged his shoulders, looked at the bright moon above his head, and whispered: "The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountain, and the sky is vast...... Between the sea of clouds. ”

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