Chapter 85 It’s windy and rainy, I’ll give you a ride
June day, face of children.
An hour ago, I was admiring the moon from a high building, and now heavy raindrops fell.
"Ah, it's raining." Zhao Duan raised his head, listening to the drum-like sound of the awning above his head, and retracted his fingers, as if he was awakened from his drunken state by the thunder.
He stood up, glanced at the sobering soup, but did not take the risk of drinking it after all, and said:
"This junior has to go home, otherwise the female family members at home will have to worry."
After saying that, he saw the old man in front of him staring at the table in a daze, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently.
He took big strides and ran towards home in the wind and rain.
It disappeared after a while.
In the rainy world, every house is closed and business is closed, leaving only this corner of the red lantern swaying.
Zhang Yanyi stared quietly at the crooked words "Daoshengyi" on the table next to the steaming soup bowl.
Seems to be distracted.
I can't help but wonder, are there really people in this world who are born to know?
The idea of recruiting a disciple was originally just a joke, but this time, it turned out to be a bit serious... Unfortunately, it was not easy to snatch the beard of the royal family first, even with his status.
Let’s take a look again…
"Old sir, come into the shop and take shelter from the rain."
The owner of the soup cake shop raised the closing sign and began to move the tables and chairs outside the house into the shop.
As soon as Zhang Yan came to his senses, he suddenly raised his hand and brushed the table, stood up and said with a smile: "No need, it's time for me to go home."
As he spoke, he put down the money, and his tall and straight body disappeared directly into the strong wind.
He cast his gaze in the direction where Zhao Duan disappeared, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something interesting.
The old Heavenly Master suddenly waved his hand in the air, then put his hands on his sleeves, like an earthly old man, and walked towards the Heavenly Master's Mansion with a few thoughts: "It's windy and rainy, so I'll give you a ride."
The owner of the soup cake shop came to the table, looked at the almost untouched hangover soup on the table, and shook his head:
"Two weirdos."
He picked up the soup bowl, picked up the rag to wipe the water stains on the table, and then froze.
On the rotten wood table, the words "Daoshengyi" were already three-thirds of the way into the wood and could not be wiped away.
…
In a quiet alley that Zhao Duan must pass through.
Wu Ling, wearing night clothes and a flower gun tied with a strip of cloth behind her, was hiding under the eaves, with her brows furrowed and relaxed above her mask.
As a member of the Kuangfu Society hiding in the capital, he was ordered to intercept and kill the pretty boy raised by the empress tonight.
Although the intelligence mentioned that the opponent's military force has improved recently, Wu Ling is still fully confident.
After he left Bafang Theater, he came here to wait, but he didn't want the sky to change in the middle of the night.
But that's fine, the worse the weather, the fewer people waiting around.
The only thing he was worried about was that Zhao Thief was looking for a place to hide from the rain and changed his itinerary.
"Coming!"
Wu Ling's ears moved slightly, and a green light flashed across her delicate pupils, as if she could see through the dark night.
He was full of energy, raised his hand and pulled out the flower gun behind him, with only a shake.
With the sound of "chichi", the cloth wrapped around the weapon fell off, revealing the cold weapon.
Wu Ling stepped into the rain and ran towards the empty streets, her momentum rising steadily.
The night clothes on his body suddenly transformed into a "Wu Sheng" costume on the stage, and his face was covered with a colorful mask.
Two very long flower feathers extend from the top of the head, one on the left and right sides of the body, and a pole behind the neck makes the flag flutter in the wind.
In the dark night, there was the faint sound of gongs and drums, and martial arts actors entered the stage, filled with murderous intent.
However, the next second, Wu Ling, whose momentum had reached its peak, suddenly raised his head in fear.
I just felt that in the deep night, there was a vast and boundless aura that filled the air like an abyss or a sea.
He was instantly like an ant in front of the waves, his body froze, and his body was blown away like fine sand in the wind.
In a moment of silence, it turned into ashes.
A few moments later, Zhao Duan was full of martial arts energy, covering his head with his hands, and running from a distance in a slightly embarrassed manner.
When passing by this area of the ground, he looked at a flower gun wrapped in rags in a puddle on the ground with confusion, and shook his head:
"Who dropped that thing..."
The boots stepped on the pit, splashing up a large amount of water, which flew straight past without stopping.
He also knew nothing about the "battle" that had just occurred.
…
Bafang Theater.
In a certain bedroom, Wu Ling's real body, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper!
He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound.
Looking up, I saw the "god of drama" hanging on the wall burning and curling out of thin air.
"What kind of power is that?"
Wu Ling's pupils were dilated and frightened, like a little beast that was greatly frightened.
"Is there someone protecting him? Who is it? The false emperor?" This famous figure in the capital who had become famous recently was breathless in fear.
…
Imperial Palace, Yangxin Palace.
After the empress and Zhao Duan went to the Tianzi Tower, the maids who stayed behind in the palace began to fill the bath.
Every time the saint came back drunk, bathing was a repertoire.
This time is no exception.
When Xu Zhenguan finished bathing, put on dry underwear, and returned to the bedroom, his fatigue seemed to have melted away.
After taking a shower, the empress's long hair hung wetly on her waist. Her skin was white and rosy, and the tightness during the day was replaced by relaxation at night.
A pair of white, delicate, delicate jade feet stepped on the precious carpet covering the floor, Xu Zhenguan sat in front of the dressing mirror.
An ordinary woman's dressing table is always dazzling, filled with all kinds of rouge and gouache.
But the empress here only has the simplest grate, bronze mirror, and eyebrow knife.
But today, there is a warm-colored porcelain vase on the table.
"Rose dew..."
Xu Zhenguan lazily picked up the porcelain bottle, unscrewed the stopper, put it to his nose and sniffed, and a burst of fragrant floral fragrance suddenly hit his nostrils.
Empress Dayu was stunned for a moment, her eyes brightened a little.
As an emperor, countless spices were brought to the palace as tribute.
But such an elegant and pleasant dew-like object has never been seen before.
"Just turn ordinary roses into dew, will it taste like this?"
Xu Zhenguan didn't know how this thing was made, but he just thought it was wonderful.
Recalling what Zhao Duan said, she carefully poured a little "perfume" into her palm and sprinkled it on her body.
At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Your Majesty."
Xu Zhenguan put down the perfume and said softly: "Come in."
The female officer Mochou pushed open the door and walked in. When she raised her eyes and saw that his expression was as usual, she couldn't help but feel relieved:
It seems that Your Majesty only had a meal with that hypocritical villain and was never really deceived by his sweet words or anything else happened.
"Your Majesty has called your servants here. What are your instructions?" Mochou asked.
Xu Zhenguan said calmly:
"Yuan Gong recommended Zhao Duan to join the imperial office and temporarily serve as the chief inspector of Lihuatang. However, the imperial office was in deep water and Lihuatang was more complicated and difficult to tame.
Zhao Duan has just arrived, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to establish himself. Please go for me and support him. The people I send cannot lose face on the first day. "
The words revealed that Zhaoya Lihuatang was like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
Zhao Duan? Appointed as the Chief Inspector of the Imperial Office? !
Mochou was stunned, her eyes widened slightly, and she was shocked by this appointment.
Even if it is just a "temporary replacement", it is an exceptional promotion.
Is it because of his contribution as a pawn in the execution of Duke Yuan's plan during the "Death of Pei" incident?
But even if he had merit, it wouldn't be enough. What's more, Zhao Yamen Jisi couldn't be responsible for any embroidered pillow.
In order to protect Zhao Duan and prevent him from being at the forefront, Xu Zhenguan and Yuan Li made a tacit decision to cover up Zhao Duan's true contribution in the "Defeat Pei" operation.
Following the current trend, they just said that it was Yuan Li's plan and Zhao Duan was only responsible for the execution.
In this way, the "Li Party's" artillery fire will be aimed at the enemy's main force and will not fall too much on Zhao Duan.
Therefore, even Mo Zhaorong did not know the inside story, so he naturally found it difficult to understand this appointment.
But as a close servant of the Emperor, when the Empress makes a clear decision, no matter how confused she is, she will still implement it firmly.
This is also the reason why she can firmly hold the position of "First Female Official":
"My slave obeys the order."
Xu Zhenguan said "Yes" and yawned tiredly:
"Back off."
"Yes." Mochou responded. Just as he was about to leave, he couldn't help but sniff lightly and suddenly said:
"Has your Majesty changed the spices today? It smells so good."
The corners of Xu Zhenguan's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to speak when he suddenly heard thunder and lightning outside.
Empress Dayu suddenly looked into the distance and frowned slightly.
I noticed the disturbance of Heavenly Dao, and when I was about to scan it with my majestic spiritual thoughts, I found that the traces of Heavenly Dao had disappeared, and there seemed to be a sense of familiarity.
Xu Zhenguan stretched out her embroidered eyebrows, thinking that it was the aura of the Heavenly Master, so it would be fine.
It's just that Tianshi Zhang hasn't shown his sage for a long time. Could it be that he had some enlightenment tonight? It actually stirred up the celestial phenomena...
The empress felt anxious in her heart, and she became more and more eager to enter the true "realm of heaven and man" as soon as possible.
Thanks to me for the majestic 200 rewards, and the 100 rewards for riding a brilliant horse~
This chapter was coded after getting up at three in the morning, so it is updated on time, but the next step is to enter a new plot, which is the most difficult to write. There are a few things to understand. Thinking carefully, the next chapter may really be delayed... not necessarily.
(End of this chapter)