Chapter 337 The first night in the Empress’s palace
So hot!
I'm on fire!
Zhao Duan felt that his condition was very bad.
After being led into the palace by Ma Yan, his mind began to sink and sink, his whole body was hot, as if he had caught a bad cold, his head was dizzy, and his thoughts were muddled.
At first he could barely stay awake, but once he entered the palace gate, he could hardly open his eyes and felt sweat pouring out of his pores.
This reminded him of his "yang" experience in his previous life, and the strong sense of heaviness made his perception of the outside world extremely dull.
He could only vaguely feel that Senior Brother Xianyang was yelling in his ear, accompanied by the flow of Qi, and then he seemed to be slapped twice more, possibly trying to wake him up, but they failed.
Then, he seemed to be taken to a place by his senior brother. He vaguely seemed to hear noisy voices. It seemed that many people had gathered. There were a few female voices mixed in, and it seemed that someone touched his forehead.
after……
He was carried on someone's back and taken to a new place. It seemed like someone was wiping his body with a wet towel and giving him a cold decoction.
After that, he lay down on his back, his consciousness gradually became faint, and the people around him seemed to have left.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Duan opened his eyelids again, and then his eyes were pierced by the light, and he hurriedly raised his hands to cover them.
"Where is this..." He shook his head, and his mind gradually returned to clarity. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be lying on his back on the ground, and directly above his head was a huge bead emitting light embedded in the ceiling.
The bead is held in the carved dragon's mouth. It seems to be some kind of magic weapon that provides lighting for the room. The base of the bead is a huge and gorgeous round golden dragon carved on the roof.
"Such luxury... I'm in the palace? Yes, I remember Senior Brother Xiong took me into the palace. So, which palace is this?"
Zhao Duan propped up his body and sat up. He first checked his physical condition.
I found that except for some pain in my face, I felt no other discomfort. The abnormally high fever had also subsided. Except that my temples were still a little swollen, there was nothing else.
He used the light again to look around.
This is indeed an extremely gorgeous room. The word "seat" is used because the room that you can see is obviously a grade higher than an ordinary house.
In the spacious and bright space, there are pieces of classical furniture that are expensive and expensive to make.
On the left side of the field of vision, there is an Arhat bed with fluffy Shu brocade-faced pillows and cushions placed on it.
On the small table on the bed, there is a large blue and white porcelain plate with two dragons playing with pearls.
On the right side is a large desk piled with the four treasures of the study. Every artifact on the ancient shelf at the back looks like a treasure just by looking at it.
There is also a low table similar to a "coffee table" in front, with a total of four life-size vases in the field of vision, and fresh green plants peeking out.
Zhao Duan was lying on the ground... The entire floor of this room was covered with a carpet from the Western Regions. It was a luxury. You know, if you pull off a piece casually, it will cost thousands of taels of silver.
Even the princes and nobles were not so extravagant as to cover the ground with them.
And the part of the room he was in was not the whole room. When he turned his head, he could see that the room was separated by a gauze curtain. Through the curtain, he could vaguely see the bed in another room next door.
The whole room is filled with the words elegance and grace.
He was not unfamiliar with this arrangement. In order to resist the cold in winter, some bedrooms in the capital were divided into two rooms, with the bedroom inside and the "warming hall" outside.
Serves as a living room.
"So, I entered the palace and suddenly had a fever, and then someone treated me and threw me into the living room?"
Zhao Duan tried to make a guess about Cai Cai's experience, and then his face turned strange:
"Who the good guy left the patient's patient's name on the floor in the living room!"
When he lowered his head, he found that his clothes had also been changed, his original robe was gone, and the "Taixu Scroll" and sword that served as a space scroll were also gone. Even the underwear on my body was replaced with a new set...
"What is going on? I remember that it was fine at first, until I saw the red lightning in the sky in the dark night..."
"Oops, are there really any sequelae of the demon bombing? It's not good, it's not good."
Zhao Duan was a little panicked.
Afterwards, he reviewed what happened tonight and found that many of his actions were indeed impulsive and reckless, which was not consistent with his previous steady style.
"It seems that what the demon said is true. He came to see me during the day. His core purpose is to confuse me and make me underestimate the enemy and rush to find him... He won't really get into any trouble."
Zhao Duan was a little uneasy, but then he thought, since he was already in the palace, he might as well ask Zhen Bao for help.
Well, if Zhenbao can't be solved, I will go to Lao Wang again... Bah, Lao Zhang, look at it, a warlock in the heavenly realm, can't it be easy to solve this trivial matter for me?
This is the importance of connections...
Zhao Duan thought and felt much more at ease. He stood up and found that his socks were gone and he could only step on the carpet with bare feet. He caught a glimpse of the teapot on the "coffee table" and felt his mouth go dry.
He had lost too much water from the previous burning, so he walked over immediately. Regardless, he picked up the teapot, blew it to his mouth, and drank the entire pot of water in one breath. He put down the teapot, Only then did I feel my thirst was relieved.
At this moment, the palace maid's voice came from far outside the quiet door: "Your Majesty..."
It turned out that there was no one outside the house, they were just standing far away.
Zhao Duan was startled, and quickly wiped the spout with his sleeve, put it back in its original position, and stood up wearing only "pajamas". The footsteps outside the door were approaching.
"Squeak——"
The double carved wooden doors were pushed open from the outside in, and the cool air of late autumn rushed in instantly, refreshing Zhao Duan's mind in the Nuan Pavilion.
He raised his head and saw a bright moon hanging high in the distance in the night, dotted with a few wisps of clouds.
Outside the door, there are high-hanging lanterns and palace maids standing quietly in the courtyard. In the center of this picture, it is also the closest to the front.
It was a familiar, fairy-like figure.
Because she had already gone to bed and had gone out in a hurry, the empress did not wear her usual clothes, but instead wore a gauze skirt that was more homely.
Through the gauze skirt, one can see the silk trousers underneath and the smooth and white insteps in the shoes, with faint blue blood vessels.
The empress's black hair that hangs down to her waist is not as smooth and regular as before, but is a little messy and frizzy, as if it was pressed down when she lay down not long ago... However, it is these "flaws" that make her less attractive and less blasphemous. The fairy is cold, a little more tacky and... charming like a mortal queen.
As for her appearance, there hasn't been much change. After all, the empress rarely paints her eyebrows or wears any jewelry. She has a demeanor like a hibiscus, clear soup and little water.
At this time, on a plain white and beautiful face, the dot-like eyes were quietly looking at Zhao, who was bowing his head respectfully in front of him, with a slightly strange look.
"My lord! Zhao Du'an, see your majesty! It is really a sin to visit Long Yan late at night and wake up Long Yan. I was not able to pay my respects to my emperor at the first time because of my physical inconvenience. I am frightened and uneasy..."
A string of words came out of Zhao Duan's mouth just like that.
Xu Zhenguan stood at the door with an elegant and noble posture, and accepted the bow calmly. The double wooden doors behind him closed on their own, isolating the palace ladies outside.
After Zhao Duan finished speaking, Xu Zhenguan withdrew his eyes from the empty jade pot on the coffee table, and said with an evil look: "You talk about fear, but you can use the things in my bedroom smoothly."
Bedroom? Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing:
So, this room...is Zhenbao's boudoir? !
(End of chapter)