Nightfall Chapter 64: The Imperial Study Room
Chapter 64 The Imperial Study Room
Tonight, Chang'an City must be very lively. After a night of fighting, Ning Que was very tired, but the blood of the sword in the rainy night made him a little excited. He imagined the scenes happening in various cities at this time, guessed the card towards Xiaoshu, and speculated that he would go tomorrow. Where is the place, tossing and turning, no way to fall asleep.
He awakened Sangsang through a thin quilt. After talking about these things for a while, he still didn't understand. Sangsang saw that he looked haggard but couldn't fall asleep, so he tilted his head and thought for a while, and put on a single shirt. Back down to the ground and brought back a jar of strong wine, the two of them sat on the two ends of the bed and drank. As before, most of the wine entered Sangsang’s belly. Ning Que couldn’t beat the power of wine after a few sips. Go drowsy and fall asleep.
In the morning of the second day, the spring rain that had been lingering for several days suddenly stopped, and the beautiful sun came out from behind the rain clouds without saying a greeting. When the sky was shining against the jumping birds in the treetops, a carriage quietly Stopped silently at the door of Lao Bi Zhai, and a young boy who looked like a servant walked down from the car. Without a greeting, he pushed open the half-closed wooden door of the shop, looking at the two masters and servants who had just gotten up with their jaws slightly. Said coldly: "Let's go."
This is probably the person who came to pick him up as Xiaoshu said. Ning Que looked at the young man, and noticed that the man’s brows and eyes were peaceful but seemingly arrogant. Judging from the other’s flat Adam’s apple and his stance slightly different from ordinary people, he could tell that this guy should be Which little father-in-law in the palace.
Last night, I knew that Chao Xiaoshu’s backing was in the palace. Today, a little **** came to pick him up. Naturally, Ning Que wouldn't feel too shocked. He just thought about whether to put a red envelope or how big the fortress would be.
In his impressions cultivated by the stories of the novel, the other side of the emperor’s not anxious about the eunuchs is that the emperor is easy to provoke the eunuchs, and the protagonist in the story meets the eunuch, regardless of whether the other party is the manager or the deacon. When he saw the stories, he would always choose a time "no smoke or fire" to hand over a few thin silver tickets or even a piece of jade toy. The biggest doubt he had when reading the stories was, where did the protagonists get so many jade? (Note)
Ning Que raised his brows and glanced at Sangsang, and asked with his eyes if he had to prepare something. Sangsang has always been a stingy master, so he turned his head away slightly, not knowing what it was. It means that her young master is not a generous person. After a little thought, she decided to pretend to be stupid and save some money.
The little **** took a look around the shop with his hands, nodded like an old man, and said in a clear voice: "I heard that there are some good words in this alley. Come and have a look today. It's really good. There is a nobleman in the palace who wants to see you writing, you can freshen up and go with me."
Ning Que thought it was a good idea. He glanced at the clothes he was wearing, bowed his hand to the little eunuch, and said with a smile: "I wear it like this on weekdays, poor scholars, where can I freshen up flowers? Come here."
He was a little worried that the other party would make things difficult for him if he didn't receive the red envelope, but he didn't think that the little father-in-law didn't care about it. Instead, he smiled slightly and seemed to like his conversation, nodded at him and walked out of the shop. .
In some cramped carriages, the little **** closed his eyes all the way to rest. Seeing his previous performance in Lin 47 Lane, he should not have any opinion on Ning Que, nor disdain to talk to him, but used to outside the palace. Sexual caution.
On the contrary, Ning Que felt so quiet. He lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the streetside scenery. Under the clear sunshine, the people of Chang'an were walking among the towns with smiles. The shops everywhere were prosperous. Hearing a few shouts of calling friends and calling friends, where can I see the shadow of the blood fighting in the rivers and lakes last night?
I don’t know how long it took. Two rows of willow shades blocked the view, and a comfortable shadow concealed the entire carriage and the stone path through which the carriage passed. The shadow did not come from the willow tree, but from the one behind the willow tree and behind the moat. Imperial city.
Datang is the world’s number one majestic country, Chang’an City is the world’s number one majestic city, and Datang’s imperial city is described as the world’s number one majestic palace—the imperial palace is described as magnificent, or it’s a bit improper, but Datang Palace Inheriting the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty for a thousand years, the thick and yellow eaves of the Zhu wall are as magnificent and solemn as a sword. It is not like the rich and luxurious land where the 72 concubines of the Sangong and the Sixth Courtyard gather in the morning, but more like a tower standing in the center of the Tang Dynasty. Xiongguan.
Ning Que looked up at the imposing imperial city, followed the extremely high vermilion wall to look at the black-spotted figure of Sergeant Tang Yulin, his expression calm and normal, but his heart was silently admiring.
It's a pity that the carriage didn't enter through the main entrance of Suzaku. Instead, it circled the moat half a circle, and then drove in through a very inconspicuous side door. The carriage entered the palace and drove slowly in those not-so-wide lanes. I don’t know how many turns it took. His sight was completely blocked by the cornice of the high wall beside the car. He could only see the sky cut into pieces by the cornice. He had no chance at all. When I saw the whole picture of the palace, I felt that the palace inside was extremely high.
In the mess room where you can see a blue lake from a distance, the little father-in-law took Ning Que out of the carriage and started walking. The two walked along the dense bamboo sea by the lake to touch a few cups of tea. After passing a large rain corridor supported by red pillars, he stopped before a row of inconspicuous small halls. What made Ning Que feel a little puzzled and even wary was that such a long journey had not seen any guards, not even the **** lady.
The little **** turned his head and looked at him blankly and said: "This is the Imperial Study Room. I can only take you here. You will wait here. After seeing you, someone will naturally take you out of the palace."
Ning Que didn't care much at all. He was looking at the exotic trees in front of the temple with interest, and the flowers in the lake covered by weeping willows in the distance, wondering if it was possible to look at a few beautiful ladies Suddenly, when he heard the three words Yushufang, his body stiffened slightly, and he turned around and looked at the inconspicuous rooms behind him in shock.
The most secret place for men is not the bedroom, but the study.
In the snowy morning in winter, he can read banned books in the study, in the evening of summer he can watch the erotica in the study naked, in the warm noon of spring he can write ambiguous love letters in the study, and in the middle of the autumn night he can Pulled the red sleeves and kneaded in his arms.
There is no yellow-faced lady's interruption here, no children's play, and every secret and happy thing can be done in an open and honest manner with the ink scroll, no one will bother you.
The emperor is also a man, and the imperial study room is naturally his most private place. I don’t know how many major events and court filth happened in the imperial study room. If it is not the emperor’s most trusted confidant or someone who is prepared to give absolute trust The cronies are absolutely not eligible to enter the Imperial Study.
Wu Zetian entered the imperial study room, Zhang Juzheng entered the imperial study room, Wei Zhongxian entered the imperial study room, Wei Xiaobao entered the imperial study room... Ning Que stared at the closed door of the imperial study room and wondered, how many great women are there The former sage eunuchs and powerful ministers became so prosperous because they entered this small study room. They were so unbelievable. I didn't expect that this kind of opportunity would fall to him today.
Last night I guessed that the backstage towards Xiaoshu was someone in the palace, and that person in the palace was probably the emperor himself. However, guessing and confirming are two different things. In the first sixteen years, the young man who had been displaced and survived, suddenly Realizing that he seemed to have a chance to climb to the sky, his heart was unavoidably shocked. He finally understood that what Chao Xiaoshu said last night was more true than real money. This is really the thickest thigh in the world.
"Within half an hour, no one will come here. If someone asks, you can answer as I taught you earlier and say that Lu Ji brought you into the palace."
Thinking with emotion, Ning Que didn't notice at all that the little **** had quietly left for some time. When he woke up, he found that there was no one around the Imperial Study Room.
In the unfamiliar and strict palace, there is no one you know beside him, the shady and pleasant environment suddenly became a little gloomy, even if he was as bold as him, he could not help but feel a little discomfort, standing in front of the porch After waiting for a while, he suddenly wondered if he should go in first?
He and Sangsang went into Chang'an City like a dumpling in admiration and surprise for a long time. What's more, this is the imperial palace. He didn't understand the rules at all. He just thought like this according to common sense, so he just did it like this. He coughed slightly, arched his hand into the imperial study room pretendingly, pushed the door and walked in.
The so-called success is of course false, and Ning Que just wants to go in. The most important part of his life over the years is the way of calligraphy, except for meditation and martial arts. Today, he has a rare opportunity to enter the imperial study room. Of course, he is eager to see this study room that has countless famous patriarchal stickers. The desire is so strong, even so strong that he completely forgot the so-called rules.
Push the door and enter, there is a very high row of bookshelves next to the wall. The bookshelves are horizontal and vertical, and the style is extremely simple. However, the wood used is the extremely precious Dongyu Huanghuali, and the bookshelves are densely arrayed. All kinds of books are unevenly placed, but they are all extremely rare and rare treasures.
Several sheets of paper are laid on the desk, one brush is placed in the inkstone like a raft in a clear pond, dipped in ink, and the other brushes are placed in a mess on the pen holder. The paper is Xuanzhou bud paper. The pen is Hengdian Chunhao, the ink is Chenzhou Songmo, and the inkstone is Huangzhou Shenni inkstone. There is no eye and no one is a precious tribute.
If these pen, ink, paper and inkstones can be dragged back to Lin 47 Lane and sold, how much money can they sell? Ning Que looked around in a daze, thinking of such a **** in his mind for no reason, and immediately his eyes were attracted by the calligraphy hanging on the three white walls.
Looking at these handed down stickers that were hard to find in the deep palace world, he was shocked and unspeakable, his feet moved slowly, his eyes fell on those hard and clumsy, or flat and beautiful masterpieces, and those inscription seals. , His right hand subconsciously drew in the air and began to copy, his face was full of admiration and joy.
Before he walked around the desk, he looked at the five thick ink characters on the paper and couldn't help frowning, and murmured: "Your Majesty has a very high level of appreciation, but the writing of this character is really not so good. Ah."
(Note: When I wrote about Qing Yunian, I used a sentence to hand over the bank note without any smoke or smoke. It was said that I have been using it firmly and persistently over the years. In addition, the actor in this story is named Cao and married The woman's name is Chuyu.)