If we ask who is the busiest person in Yongning's house these days, Qingtou ranks second, and no one dares to claim to be the first. Every morning when the rooster crows, he opens his eyes before dawn, and after seeing him off, he directs people to weed and build roads. In order to save a few dollars, if there are not enough people, he rolls up his sleeves and does it himself. He also has to take care of all the needs of Ye Xiaolangjun and buy daily necessities for him. In the end, he still didn't give up. As long as he has a little free time, he can't stop. He will hold the pickaxe and search and pick in the corners of this house without telling anyone. Digging the soil and digging holes - maybe if he is lucky, he can dig out one or two treasures that the old king missed. In short, every day he has a breeze under his feet and never touches the ground.
The same is true today.
The young master has been painting in the palace these days, and the young master also stayed in the palace last night. Neither of them came back during the day today. In the afternoon, he suddenly remembered that the soft gauze curtain he bought last time would arrive today, and he made an appointment with the shopkeeper to pick it up. However, he forgot about it in his busy schedule. He put down everything and rushed to the West Market in a hurry. However, as soon as he arrived, he was stopped outside the gate of the West Market by two unfriendly-looking men who looked like plainclothes guards.
Just like that, Qingtou was almost held hostage, and nervously turned into a narrow road that stretched straight to the north, where no one could be seen and only two cars could drive side by side.
He had been in Chang'an for several months, but he had never known there was such a street. Although it was remote, he could hear some noises from the nearby market outside the high wall. He bravely asked several times, but the other party did not answer, and only urged him to ride forward. After walking most of the way, he suddenly realized that he had heard that there was a road in the capital that could go directly from the south of the city to the imperial palace in the north of the city, which was specially used by the emperor or trusted ministers with special affairs. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.
Sure enough, when he walked along the alley and entered another high wall through a small door, he saw palace walls stretching across the sky and palaces stretching one after another. He knew that this was the imperial palace.
This was a good thing that he had only dared to dream about before. However, today, when it really happened to him, he was confused and even more frightened. He instinctively knew that what was waiting for him would definitely not be a good thing.
Even so, he lowered his head and dared not look at anything more, and followed a palace eunuch in fear and trepidation. In his heart, he kept encouraging himself, no matter what he took on, he must not lose face for his master.
He walked through doors, corridors, and halls one after another, almost dizzy, and finally his eyes opened up and he found that he was brought to a place that looked like an imperial garden. This orchid garden was full of exotic flowers and herbs, and the fragrance of flowers and herbs spread with the wind, refreshing the heart. Along the way, there were fragrant bells, flowers and trees, and one or two exquisite pavilions in the middle. In another fragrant grass garden separated by a green fence, there were a few white deer and cranes, which were regarded as auspicious signs, walking leisurely.
Qingtou even forgot his fear for a moment.
He had previously thought that the places he had been to with Prince Ashina were enough for him to brag about in the future. Today, he realized that this place was a paradise on earth. He could not help but look around with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, he saw a pond in front of him. At the end of the lotus-filled green water, there was a stone platform like a stone boat, with a waterside pavilion built on it. The windows on all four sides were half-open. The breeze blew past, and he could vaguely see purple gauze fluttering in the window. There must be someone inside.
A palace supervisor standing on the water corridor searched him and then led him over. When he got closer, he saw that the pillars and walls around the water pavilion were carved, the windows had sparse patterns, and a plaque with words he couldn't recognize hung high on the door. When he entered, there was a green sandalwood and silver flat bed in the middle, and an old man was sitting on it. He was wearing moon-white clothes, with a thin blanket covering his legs, and his head down reading a scroll. Two pretty little palace maids were kneeling on both sides of the bed, gently massaging his legs. The atmosphere was completely peaceful and serene.