Imperial Favour

In the early morning of the second day, before dawn, there was no sound everywhere, and the cicadas in the small courtyard outside appeared exceptionally clear. After drinking the dew that had been brewing all night, the sound of the cicadas became more and more permanent.

Tang Zhuozuo was used to getting up early and had to do everything himself in the cold palace, and An Xia was always too busy.

The unburned red candle was still lit in the hall, and the light of Ye Mingzhu gradually dimmed. Tang Zhuozuo turned over and sat up immediately.

An Xia and An Zhi came in and waited for her to freshen up. Tang Zhuozhuo's eyelids were still heavy. Her white fingers pinched the bamboo branches and picked up the dried flowers and fine salt in the cup, and asked casually: "His Royal Highness went back to the Zhengda Hall yesterday? "

An Zhi was waiting next to her. Although she was a little surprised by Tang Zhuozuo about Huo Qiu, the slight smile on her face remained the same, and her voice was sweet and waxy, which made people feel comfortable after hearing it.

"Hui Niangniang, His Royal Highness first went to the West Pavilion, and then back to the main hall."

Tang Zhuozhao's movements were slightly taken aback, then he tilted his head to pull a strand of long hair from the sideburns behind his ears, and the water flowed in his apricot eyes.

The West Pavilion is just an inconspicuous library in the East Palace. There are all kinds of obscure and primitive books hidden in it. Except for some travel notes, the most are military books and the principles of governing the country.

But this is the case, except for Huo Qiu in West Pavilion, the people next to the palace just want to get close.

Tang Zhuozuo remembered that in his previous life, not long after Huo Qiu became the throne, some mysteries gradually surfaced, and Xige was no exception.

There are not only ancient books but also people hidden inside!

This person is naturally Huo Qiu's counselor. He has many staff members, but the only one who is truly famous is Liu Hanjiang, who is very famous.

The former was regarded as Huo Qiu's half of the teacher, and was later called the Emperor Master. Tang Zhuozuo didn't have a deep impression of him, but Liu Hanjiang was extremely miserable.

This person has poems and books in his belly, and he is young and promising, and he is highly valued by Huo Qiu, but it is a pity that his heart is higher than the sky.

At the most critical moment, he knocked down on the sixth prince Huo Qi. During that time, Huo Qiuri stayed in the study and discussed countermeasures, and even got seriously ill for a few games. Finally, he finally regained the opportunity to take the throne in one fell swoop. .

During that period of time, Huo Qiu came to her with an illness, his expression was haggard and not like his appearance, but Tang Zhuo didn't care. He was ill-fed, and screamed Jiaojiao in a daze. Tang Zhuozuo just smiled after hearing it.

Later, Liu Hanjiang's fate needless to say, lynching was used all over, and he became a bone in the hands of Emperor Chongjian Huo Qiu, and the stern and miserable howling made the veterans of several dynasties tremble.

After all, there is only four months left before Liu Hanjiang's defection.

Tang Zhuozhuo's eyelashes trembled, but he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, owing him so much, and finally there was one thing she could help.

The slight crisp sound of the collision between the jade bowl and the tabletop pulled Tang Zhuozuo back, her jaw tightened a little, An Xia smiled and said, "Manny, use the soup bowl first."

Tang Zhuozuo nodded lightly, and turned her eyes to the jade bowl carved with small plain flowers. The soup inside was crystal clear and fragrant, and her eyes brightened.

After breakfast was over, Tang Zhuozhuo changed into a rouge-colored peony moire dress, and took the person straight to the West Pavilion.

Anyway, she has always been interested in ancient books. Although she can't get in, she doesn't make people suspicious.

It's been a long time since I went one by one, and I can always find some clues. It's really impossible to remind Huo Qiu.

These two counsellors lived in seclusion outside the forest, but they belonged to Huo Qiu’s camp, so they were not able to see their identity. Tang Zhuozuo was not sure that there was something in the West Pavilion, but she knew that West Pavilion was not just a library. Simple, it involves a lot of it.

What is going on, I will find out after I go.

The sun only rose in the morning, like a big hot disk hung on the roof ridge beam, Tang Zhuozhao's forehead was sweating, but his face became brighter and brighter, and the fine sunlight made people move. Do not open your eyes.

The West Pavilion was not far from the main hall, but there was some distance from her Yiqiu Palace. When Tang Zhuozuo walked to the West Pavilion, he was stopped unexpectedly.

This person is still an acquaintance.

It was the little **** who was next to Zhang Desheng in his previous life, named Suichang, who was very clever and accustomed to guessing the master's mind.

Suichang’s eyes widened at this meeting. It was clear that the sweat on his face was dripping down before the hottest time. This master is used to be a rare one. Except for Yiqiu Palace, he rarely sees it. time.

Why did you become interested in this West Pavilion today?

Surprised, Suichang still didn't dare to let go. The master son repeatedly told him that even if he had ten courage, he did not dare to let anyone in.

"Niang Niang stopped, Your Highness has an order, the West Pavilion is not allowed to enter at will."

Tang Zhuo's heart made a sound, as expected, a strange light suddenly appeared in his beautiful eyes. He was often taken aback at that age, and he immediately lowered his head.

It's no wonder that the main concubine's East Palace has so few concubines, and the prince is so beautiful, enough to hook anyone's soul.

"My palace takes a few travel notes to relieve the lack, how can I not enter?" Tang Zhuo pursed his lips, his voice was extremely realistic and impatience.

At that age, he often heard it, his face shook, and his head lowered more severely, but his body was half-hearted.

Tang Zhuozhuo fiddled with his crystal-clear nails carelessly, seeing that they were almost done, and said quietly: "This palace is not difficult for you, you first go to the same Highness to inform you, this palace is waiting here, can you go in? It depends on what your Highness said yes."

He often heard this at that year, and asked people to quickly go to the Zhengda Hall and inform Huo Qiu, while Tang Zhuozuo went to a nearby pavilion to avoid the sun.

"Niangniang, there are actually several travel notes in our palace that you haven't read yet." An Xia thought she had forgotten, and came to remind her.

Tang Zhuozhuo paused, and immediately said without changing his face, "I've hurriedly read those books in the palace, they are not exhaustive."

"His Royal Highness's collection of books must be several times better than the ones found at random in this palace."

An Xia's face was happy, and the straight road was the reason.

Tang Zhuozuo watched from a distance that people should come, and stood up to go back home.

Today, the West Pavilion can't enter, but in this way, it indirectly confirms the guess in her heart, and this trip is not considered wronged.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhuozhuo's heart suddenly became more relaxed, and even the smile on his face was a little more energized.

When Huo Qiu arrived, he saw this scene. The woman faded away from the resentment and irritability of the past, and her smile was so bright that she looked like a blooming peony and peony in the imperial garden. His hands behind him couldn't help being light. Gently shook it.

Tang Zhuozhuo noticed the footsteps, and then he stroked the folds on his cuffs and said, "How? Is this Xige Palace today allowed or not allowed?"

These words seem a bit aggressive, but they are used to Tang Zhuozuo's style.

Zhang Desheng, who hurriedly followed Huo Qiu, twitched his mouth, glanced at the face of the master next to him, and shrank his neck.

Huo Qiu's sleeves were windy and his eyes were deep. He tapped his long fingers on the support bar. After a while, he asked indifferently, "What do you want to enter the West Pavilion?"

He deliberately suppressed the extremely deep emotions in his voice and appeared a little low and dull, no longer mellow, but mixed with endless cold wind.

Tang Zhuozhuo was stunned, he took a halt, and then turned around to bless Fushen, and saluted Huo Qiu: "His Royal Highness, Jin An."

Although she quickly faded the smile on her face, in the end she was guilty, so her voice was a little short of breath.

A very gloomy light glided across Huo Qiu's eyes. The ups and downs in his eyes were invisible mists. He looked at the delicate and tender woman in front of him as if she was still carrying dewdrops in the morning, and he remembered that she was just prosperous. Smile, a little confused in the end.

She used to provoke his heartstrings.

"I have finished reading the travel notes in the concubine hall, and I have nothing to do. I heard the people below say that my Royal Highness has a lot of books in the West Pavilion, so I wanted to borrow a few."

Tang Zhuozhuo lowered his head halfway, completely losing the aura that had just come, but his voice was still calm. After not listening to Huo Qiu's voice for a long time, she quickly raised her head to look at him, and then said: "I originally asked someone to inform His Highness, but she didn't want His Highness Lao to go there in person."

Huo Qiu nodded lightly, not knowing how much he believed in her, turned around and left without saying a word.

Tang Zhuozuo was a little dumbfounded at once, wondering what he meant. Since the people are here, and don't give her a letter, can she enter the West Pavilion?

Although she had no hope at all.

Huo Qiu walked for more than a dozen steps without hearing the footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw Tang Zhuozuo standing in the pavilion, with crystal light falling from his hair, and the pavilion curvy, like a petite girl who fell into the water that year. .

She was still young at the time, her body was as wet as a soup chicken, her eyes closed and she was shaking. Tang Zhuozuo obediently after he picked up the person, fumbled and hooked his neck, her hot body was incredibly soft.

He had never been so close to a woman before, and the faint fragrance made him feel embarrassed, put the person down and hurried away.

Afterwards, watching her laugh wildly beside another person, as proud as the scorching sun in the sky, but that person is not a person who can be trusted for life, seeing her passing the ceremony, Huo Qiu finally couldn't help but use the means. Marry someone.

Finally suffered from her disgust and disgust.

The bright light hit the leaves, and then fell on Huo Qiu's eyelids. He suddenly recovered, his eyes cold, and his voice was like a knife: "Can't come?"

Tang Zhuozuo met his indifferent gaze, and smiled shyly, realizing that he was about to let himself in, and he didn't squeeze, he followed him generously, and he could detect it at a distance of three or five steps. There was a chill.

His dark green clothes were embroidered with moiré patterns and swayed with a steady pace. I don’t know if the weather was too hot or because of other reasons. Tang Zhuozhuo sweated a little on the palms of her hands. She lowered her head and stepped on the roadside stones. Noting that Huo Qiu had frowned and stopped, he bumped into him in full view.

"Ah!" The refreshing mint scent came into his head along with the pain on his forehead. Tang Zhuozhuo staggered, tears rolling in his eyes.

Huo Qiu calmly loosened the hand around her waist, and he seemed to be able to touch her impossibly soft body through the clothes. He suddenly felt that his fingertips were a little numb, and his eyes sank.

"His Royal Highness." Tang Zhuozhuo stroked his forehead and looked up into his eyes, but he seemed to touch two boundless secluded pools, surrounded by his tough coercion and the sweet fragrance of the refreshing mint leaves on his body. Tang Zhuozhuo hurriedly Taking a few steps back, tears filled the big bright apricot eyes.

"What kind of style is frizzy?" Huo Qiu drank in a low voice, his sword eyebrows frowned tightly, but the fingers hanging beside him couldn't help moving.

He only said that she was born to be a general, and she was naturally spoiled, and she had never seen her teary eyes, except for the night in the bridal chamber.

She was trapped tightly under her body, and the expression on her face was painful and forbearing, even mixed with a few obvious disgust, until later, she cried like a child abandoned by the world.

In fact, he was uncomfortable, painful and at a loss, he was really reluctant to see her series of tears, so he had to slow down and kiss them one by one.

The bitter taste spread from the lips and tongue to the bottom of my heart. The night was extremely long, Huo Qiu thought, her suffering was caused by him alone.

But what does it matter? Since he has made a decision, it is time to spoil this man, and give her all the dignity and nobility all the way.

It's just that she is as proud as a peacock, even if he walks through thousands of mountains and rivers, Yu Ling never blooms for him.

Tang Zhuozuo was used to singing contrary tunes with him, and subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to refute, but seeing the worry hidden in his eyes, his momentum couldn't help but weakened, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Huo Qiujian frowned further, and without looking at her again, he strode towards the pavilion. Those who were guarding him knelt on the ground in a hurry, Tang Zhuozhuo left An Xia Anzhi outside and followed Huo Qiu alone.

As soon as I entered, the hotness on my face was pressed down by the oncoming coolness and dampness, and even the air inhaled in my nose carried a deep chill and the stale smell of books.

Tang Zhuozuo faced a dozen rows of books, her apricot eyes stared roundly, as if she couldn't believe it, she exclaimed at the man who had been seven or eight steps away: "Everyone in the world speaks of Wu Shuangquan. Look, I feel well-known."

If it weren't for his true love, he would never find so many isolated copies of ancient books in the temple and look through it every day. No wonder he is so outstanding.

Her words were clear and beautiful, and she praised every sentence. The surprise in her voice was undoubtedly revealed. Huo Qiu had a slight step in her footsteps, "It's just a false name."

Tang Zhuozuo lowered his eyes and chuckled, while calmly looking at the surrounding environment. The interior space of the West Pavilion is huge. These books are arranged in a random pattern. The blue bricks and stones on the wall are simple and simple. Tang Zhuozuo took out a copy. Through the faint light in the pavilion, it was a tiger seal scripture. .

She suddenly lost her interest. Huo Qiu watched her face change, and a smile flashed deep in her eyes, and then disappeared again, her voice as mellow as the old wine buried for more than ten years.

"Aren't you going to Xiang from the savage general Sect Tiger Girl? You can't read the military books?"

His words were flat, but Tang Zhuozhuo heard a sense of mockery, and immediately raised the book in his hand in front of him, and said in a nonchalant tone: "The concubine will be brought back to Yiqiu Palace to look through it for a while. Cut love."

Huo Qiu rarely saw her look so vivid, and Qinghan's eyes were filled with an unclear light of satisfaction. He hummed, his eyes left from the top of her black hair.

"The lonely man has a collection of travel notes, just come and see."

Tang Zhuozhuo's body was slender, and the small face hidden in the dark was bright and charming, and he was not honest with Huo Qiu. While watching the surroundings carefully, he noted all the places she felt wrong.

This time she came in, and she changed a few books every three to five. Huo Qiu who came and went should relax her vigilance no matter what happened to the West Pavilion. If this West Pavilion had no clue, then she would change her way around Huo Qiu. Out of the handle of Liu Hanjiang.

This is what she owed him in her last life.