Chapter 509 "Second Senior Sister" comes to the door
Zhenbao is crazy.
Zhao Duan came to a conclusion after escaping from a distance and confirmed that Tai Ajian had not chased him.
"Huch...huch..." In the imperial garden, he arched his waist and back slightly, leaned on his knees with both hands, gasped heavily, and turned his head and looked towards the Yangxin Palace, muttering softly: "How come he smells jealous..."
After thinking for a while, Zhao Duan sneaked back to the Yangxin Palace again, carefully did not step into the building area, but only poked his head near the door post and waved to the mature elderly female official who was changing shifts.
The older female official was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and walked over:
"Zhao Shaobao, please forgive me for not letting you in..."
"I know," Zhao Duan stretched his neck behind the red painted wooden pillars, and confirmed that the empress had no movement, then he was familiar with the silver note:
"Dare you to ask why your Majesty is angry?"
The older female official was shocked and instinctively refused, but she was unable to resist Zhao Duan's tough pressure, so she had to reluctantly accept it. After looking left and right, she confirmed that no one was paying attention, she whispered:
"Your Majesty and the head of Xiao family were as usual. After sending him away, she ordered the adults not to enter. I was outside and vaguely heard that Your Majesty seemed to blame the Lord for being too concerned about the head of Xiao family."
Zhao Duan said seriously: "How can I have anything to do with a widow?"
The older female official said:
"There are rumors among the people that there are many troubles in front of the widow's door. Can the lord have a private meeting with her? And she also allowed her to trade the imperial merchants? Now, not only will she save her from the fire, but she also recommends the Xiao family to meet in the palace to meet the saint. The adults are open-minded and selfless, but they may not think so in the eyes of outsiders."
Zhao Duan opened his mouth and could not refute it.
No matter in the past and present, being made of pornographic rumors is an extremely disgusting method.
The older palace maid seemed to smile and comforted her: "Your Majesty, don't worry. If Your Majesty is really angry, you will not be driven away and not allowed to enter. What's more, with Your Majesty's intelligence, you can naturally distinguish right from wrong. But... this man and woman's mind is always unreasonable."
This sentence is almost clear.
The implication is that the empress’s current behavior does not really think that Zhao Duan has any ambiguous relationship with the widow.
But being sensible does not mean not caring.
Thinking from the perspective of others, if the empress meets with another man in a private relationship, she will help her repeatedly to save her from water and fire... Even if everything is out of public interest, Zhao Duan will think she will be extremely unhappy.
Especially, Zhao Du knew very well, and Xiao Dong'er was afraid that she did have some ideas about her.
In the Qingzhou rebel camp, the widow's eyes were wrong, and with the empress's keen insight, it was very likely that she could have seen this.
So...
"Your Majesty is jealous?" Zhao Duan smacked his lips, a little happy inexplicably.
The first female emperor in the history of Dayu, who was jealous of himself...is probably the ultimate fantasy of all men in the world.
Others just thought about it, but Zhao Duan did it. "I didn't say that," the older palace maid took care of her words and actions, took a step away, took two steps, and suddenly hesitated, "If Lord Zhao is willing, it's better to coax her."
I understand... Zhao Duan smiled and bowed: "Thank you sister."
The elderly palace maid was flattered and left quickly.
Just just kept striving for the court, Zhao Duan, who was meticulous in his heart, lacked experience in coaxing women. He thought about it and turned into the imperial garden.
After a while, he slipped back with a large bouquet of flowers in his hand, and did not walk through the main entrance. He jumped around and bypassed the not-security defense.
Arriving outside the door of the Imperial Study Room, smiling with a shy face:
"Your Majesty, I have picked the most beautiful flowers in the palace and put them together. I want to give them to you, but these colorful flowers are not as colorful as Your Majesty...Oh!"
A strong wind.
After a while, Zhao Duan, who threw away a big handful of flowers and fled out of the Yangxin Palace, grinned and stretched his neck and shouted: "Your Majesty! Please calm down first, I will wait in the palace."
After this, Zhao Duan applied oil to the soles of his feet, and rushed to the Wugong Hall as the female officials covered their mouths and sneered.
He was going to Lao Hai for a rest and wait for Zhenbao to calm down. As for showing his feelings, he was shining in the sun... he was not that stupid.
Arrival at the Wugong Hall.
Family found a place in the inner hall and talked about the experiences of the two sides during the period of time.
Eunuch Hai was quite curious about his experience with the empress in Baihua Village and listened with relish.
The other eunuchs worshipped were surrounded with excitement and listened to Zhao Du’s chatting about the mountains.
"... Let me tell you, you didn't see it at that time. After I defeated the little monk Tianhai, those people would join forces to siege me without being virtuous. At this time, the world changed color, Your Majesty..." Zhao Duan was just talking, and suddenly an imperial guard rushed in outside the door: "Zhao Shaobao, someone from your family came to you and said that there was a friend who was visiting at home. Please go back quickly."
Friend? Visiting my house? Zhao Duan was surprised.
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A little earlier.
On Zhuque Street, there is a small fried shop in Jiangnan.
Jin Jian, Gongshu Tianyuan and Yuxiu sat upright at the square table, witnessing the waiter placing the food on the tray on the table: "The food is all, please invite the three guests."
All three were dusty and hungry, not wearing the robes of the priest, and their expressions were different.
Jin Jian was in a daze, sitting on the stool, her two short legs gently swaying in the air, and her hands supported both sides of the stool, trying to maintain her balance.
There were a pair of crystal-mill glasses on the bridge of her nose, but her eyes were almost narrowed into a line, and her sleepy head was paused down. If she hadn't been so hungry, she would have wanted to fall asleep on the street.
Gongshu Tianyuan stared at the delicacies on the table, his Adam's apple rolled down, his fat hands rubbed repeatedly on the gray robe in front of him, and the big bamboo tube behind him was placed at his feet, and the hemp rope on the bamboo tube was hanging loosely.
He looked at the dishes with all the colors, fragrance and flavors, and a bowl of white rice in front of him, turned his head and said flatteringly:
"Second Senior Sister, can you start eating?"
The woman with an temperament of about thirty years old was wearing a loose and elegant gray Taoist robe. Her sleeves were pure white, and she was wearing a belt with a golden rope around her waist, and a blue jade short sword was slapped across her body.
It was Yuxiu, the second disciple of the old master who had taken action in the battle of Baihua Village!
Sitting upright with jade sleeves, although it is hard to travel, it is calm and natural. Although it is in the downtown area, it gives people a sense of tranquility. "Master has never taught you to recite rituals before meals and be grateful to the 'God of Grain'?" Yu Xiu glanced at him lightly.
The little fat man Gongshu Tianyuan smiled wryly: "We...we..."
He had long since returned these codes of conduct to Master Tian. "Forget it, eat it." Yu Xiu sighed, picked up the bowl, and picked up the wooden chopsticks: "Return to Beijing today, and have a meal later. You go back to Tianshi Mansion first, and I will do something else." Gongshu Tianyuan said perfunctorily, and pounced on him like a starving ghost, swallowing the rice in big mouth.
Jin Jian was almost falling asleep and was shocked. The chopsticks were running like flying, almost pulling out a phantom, and he fucked his head and fucked his meal wildly.
Compared with the two of them's rough appearance, Yuxiu is elegant in manners, indifferent in expression, and has a lively demeanor.
The wind sways after the remnant clouds.
The Gongshu Tianyuan and Jin Jian, who had eaten all five bowls of rice, rubbed their bulging belly at the same time, collapsed in the chair with satisfaction, and burped: "Sleeping in the open in the wind can be considered a good meal."
After the battle in Baihua Village, Zhong Seng left alone to practice, and the three returned to Beijing to report to the Tianshi.
But the three of them had only the worldly realm, and they could not catch up with the empress at speed. They rushed to get there and stayed simple.
Yu Xiu slowly lowered the chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, piled up the twelfth empty rice bowl high at his hand, and called the frightened waiter to come and check the bill.
I immediately stood up, swaying her slender waist, and walked out:
"I'll take one step first, and later, I'll go back to the Tianshi Mansion."
Jin Jian: zzzZZZ...
Gongshu Tianyuan: "Senior Sister, where are you going?"
Yuxiu: "See someone." She walked all the way and arrived in the north of the capital. In an alley where the officials and nobles gathered, she stopped under the lintel of the door with the golden plaque written by the "Zhao Mansion".
Raise your hand and knock on the door.
"Squeak."
A crack was opened in the courtyard, and the old manager looked at the young Taoist nun outside the door in surprise and suspicion:
"This Taoist priest, who are you looking for?"
Yu Xiu's eyebrows and eyes were as calm as spring water: "Is this Zhao Du'an Mansion?"
"That's right, the Taoist priest is looking for my young master? Do you have an appointment?"
Yu Xiu's two fingers penetrated into his arms, picked up a token, and threw it to the old manager:
"If he is here, I will go see him. If he is not here, I will wait here."
The old manager subconsciously took the token he threw with both hands. After seeing the words "Tianshi Mansion", he was slightly shocked. He raised his head again and found that Yu Xiu was gone.
The sound of footsteps came from behind.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The old manager turned his head and turned around, and saw the Taoist nun hanging a short blue jade sword on her back sleeve, like a wisp of smoke, floating into the Zhao family's back house.
"Can you be the young master's friend?"
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Imperial Study Room.
When Xu Zhenguan put down the slender brush in his hand, closed the last fold that required her to write a red pen in person, and raised her head, she found that the sunlight had already set in the west.
The summer sun shines in from the window to the west, and dust floats in the beam.
She pinched her eyebrows, thinking that such a good time had passed, and that guy never broke into the imperial study room this afternoon.
Inexplicably a little uncomfortable, why are you really not coming again?
She had no anger on her face, but she was in a bad mood. At this time, the empress calmed down and reflected on her reaction in the afternoon, which was somewhat "out of composure".
It's not your own style... Xu Zhenguan, Xu Zhenguan, with your habits, how could you get angry because of such a small matter of catching wind and shadow?
Just because it is him?
The empress was quietly distracted, and two villains were fighting in her mind. One said it was almost done. It was time to lower her posture and give both sides a step.
A villain said he didn't want it. I am the lord of the nineteenth century. If he doesn't come, wouldn't it be shameful to take the initiative to look for it?
Struggling for a while, it was the rational villain who won the victory. Xu Zhenguan stood up, dragged his long skirt and walked out.
Push open the door and the sun sets westward. The palace people in the corridor outside the door hurriedly salute: "Your Majesty."
The empress said "happy" and looked down at a large bouquet of flowers falling on the ground. It was a little wilted now. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised and said, "Where is Zhao Shaobao?", a female official said, "It should be in the Wugong Hall. Do Your Majesty want to summon me?", "No need, I am tired, I just went over to say something to Eunuch Hai.", Xu Zhenguan was stubborn and refused to admit that he felt that he was angry before was a little too much, so he decided to take the initiative to bow his head and coax him.
After walking a few steps forward, she paused again: "Put the flowers on the ground into the study and plant them in a water bottle to raise them. Don't waste things." "Yes."
Watching the empress leave, the female officials exchanged their eyes and covered their mouths and smiled secretly.
When Xu Zhenguan walked all the way to the Wugong Hall, the sun sinks a little longer. When she walked into the hall amid the greetings of worship, she walked into the hall, but she did not see Zhao Duan.
"Is Zhao Qing not here?" She raised her eyebrows.
Eunuch Hai was wearing a bright red python robe and appeared slowly, elusively, and smiled: "He was originally there, but someone suddenly came to look for him and said that he had something to do, so he just wanted to go back first. When he left, he said that he would come back after finishing his work."
Go home? "What's the urgent matter in his family?" The empress was curious.
Eunuch Hai put his sleeves together, looking like he was not concerned about his own affairs: "I don't know."
The empress thought for a moment, and was a little worried. Considering that both parties had proposed marriage, they didn't have to see each other. She had thoughts and turned around and ordered, "Prepare the car, follow the light car, I'm going to leave the palace."
The woman's intuition told him that it was necessary to go to Zhao's house.
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When Zhao Duan rode a horse, he hurried back to the gate of Zhao's mansion from the palace, and saw the old manager guarding outside the door.
When I saw him, my eyes lit up: "Dalang, you are back."
The triumphant incident of the Shenji Camp was very popular during the day, and the Zhao family also knew that Zhao Du's victory would return and report his life in the palace. "Yeah. What's the specific situation? The servant who went to the palace to report the news was unclear." Zhao Duan asked.
The old manager explained:
"It was a Taoist nun from the Tianshi Mansion. He said he was here to find you. It seemed that he was not a simple person. He didn't answer anyone he asked her. He just sat in the house. The mistress couldn't figure out the origin of this person, and did not dare to act rashly, for fear of missing Dalang's affairs, so she ordered people to go to the palace to find you."
The Taoist nun from the Tianshi Mansion? The priest is right... Zhao Duan was stunned and tried his best to recall it in his mind, but he could not expect that he knew such a person.
The only person from Tianshi Mansion is familiar with the goddess officer, the only one is Jin Jian.
But the visitor is obviously not. "I'll go in and take a look." Zhao Duan thought about it and decided to meet him first.
As he stepped into the courtyard, Zhao Duan soon arrived at the main hall in the inner courtyard to entertain guests.
At this moment, the sun is slanting west, the temperature is hot in the middle of summer, and the doors and windows are open.
He saw at a glance that there were three women sitting in the inner hall.
One of the big and the small ones are naturally Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan.
The mother and the mother sat on the same side, turned their heads and looked over when they heard the sound, their eyes lit up: "Da Lang (big brother) is back!"
Yuxiu noticed it earlier, but opened his eyes slowly, later than everyone looked at Zhao Duan.
The two of them collided with their eyes, and they both showed curiosity and scrutiny.
The two of them had never met before when they fought in Baihua Village, so this was their first meeting.
Yu Xiu's eyes were a little brighter, and she was amazed by Zhao Duan's skin.
But soon, her focus shifted to the level of cultivation. She was surprised to find that this martial artist who had clearly broken through the worldly realm a few days ago had a very restrained aura on her body, and did not seem to be empty, and she faintly gave her a sense of threat.
It seems that this "newcomer in the world" has the power to hurt her.
Even if it is just a threat from a minor injury level, it is enough to surprise this second disciple of the Heavenly Master who has been in the industry for a long time.
Zhao Duan also felt a stern in his heart. He was sure that he had never seen Kun Dao in front of him before, but the martial artist's intuition told him that the female Taoist priest who looked only in his thirties was extremely dangerous.
Similar feeling, he had experienced it in Qingshan's senior brother Duan Shuiliu. "Are you that Zhao Duan?" Yuxiu stood up, his voice as calm as flowing water.
It makes people feel that they are not in the capital, but in the valley and the breeze. "It's right here." Zhao Duan bowed, "Who are you?"
Yuxiu calmly reported to the house: "The second disciple of Zhang Tianshi, 'Qingyu Sword' Yuxiu."
(The end of this chapter)