After being reborn, being alone as a queen

"My lord, these are all the books related to medicine and pharmacology in Yushifu."

A servant in brown servant uniform brought the last stack of books and placed them on the desk in the room.

Song Huaian sat in the inner room, and the screen blocked the sight of outsiders.

He slightly lowered his voice and said, "Okay, you all step back."

The servant stepped back as promised, and closed the door respectfully.

The room that Duan Nan arranged for him was in a very good location, very sunny, and surrounded by mountains and rivers, but the mountains were rockery and the water was pond water.

Because it was daytime, the sun shone in from the windows on all sides, illuminating the house brightly.

After Song Huaian walked to the desk, he began to flip through the books piled up on the desk one by one. The rustling sound of turning the pages and the chirping of birds on the branches outside the courtyard formed a leisurely scene.

Half an hour later, Song Huaian took a sip of tea

Two hours later, the book on the desk has been flipped to the last one, but there is no relevant content at all.

The street market is noisy and complicated, and there are all kinds of life here.

A tall library building stands in the center, the plaque is covered with red silk, and a black marble stele stands at the door. The Analects of Confucius and the Tao Te Ching are engraved on both sides of the stele, but only part of the first volume is engraved on it.

The people around all cast curious eyes on this beautiful newly completed library building.

Duan Nan was standing at the door in an indigo official uniform. He was born as a literati, with a good temper and good looks, so the common people were not so afraid when they looked at him.

Someone plucked up the courage and asked, "My lord, can ordinary people like me enter this library? How much money will it cost?"

Duan Nan smiled and said: "Of course, you don't need money. The library is open to all those who love to read. This is His Majesty's grace."

The common people looked at each other in blank dismay, and then they were very happy, and spontaneously knelt and kowtowed at the door of the library

"My emperor is wise!"

"Long live Long live Long live!"

Song Huaian stood a little further away, wearing a black bamboo hat, and the curtain was lowered to cover his face.

The capital is bustling and full of fish and dragons. Many people in the rivers and lakes are mostly people wearing bamboo hats who are inconvenient to show their true faces, so his existence is not very conspicuous.

Duan Nan recognized his clothes at a glance

It was clearly prepared by the mansion for Song Huai'an, and he picked it himself before leaving the mansion in the morning.

Duan Nan was taken aback

Song Huaian lifted the curtain in front of him, revealing a pair of cold phoenix eyes, and bent his lips towards him

After the people got up, Song Huai'an was hidden behind the crowd, and Duan Nan couldn't see.

a guard shouted

"The auspicious hour has come—"

Another guard came to Duan Nan's ear and said, "My lord, the time has come."

Duan Nan suppressed his worries about Song Huai'an. Although Song Huai'an didn't want to say a word, Duan Nan was someone who had been by his side for so many years. eccentric.

Duan Nan personally saw his body on the day it was brought into the imperial mausoleum, so it was clearly his lord.

So what is going on with adults now?

Duan Nan has been with the former Song Liyuan all year round, going in and out of the palace, even if he has never thought about it, he can somewhat see His Majesty's attitude towards his lord.

If your lord is not dead, why do you even hide it from His Majesty?

There seemed to be something in Duan Nan's mind that wanted to break free from the shackles, but he still couldn't break through the cage that trapped it, so he raised his hand absently: "Open the building!"

The firecrackers that had been hung up in advance on both sides were ignited with firecrackers. The crackling explosions were mixed with the cheers of the people, which was more lively than New Year's Eve.

Duan Nan pulled out a sword from the waist of the guard beside him, and under the curious eyes of the common people, he jumped lightly, his clothes flying

Swinging the sword cut off the red silk, the long ribbon hung down softly, very festive.

exclamation from the crowd

"Wow! My lord is so handsome!"

"I wonder how old your lord is this year? Are you married?"

"What kind of woman do you like?"

After Duan Nan landed, he handed the sword to the guard, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your love, but this marriage has been ordered by parents since ancient times, and Duan's parents have no right to make their own decisions, and let everyone down."

Someone regretted: "Hey, what a good man"

Duan Nan smiled helplessly: "The library is open, everyone can take a look inside, just don't damage or take the books in the building with you."

After that, he turned around and entered the library, and stood inside the counter

At the back of the counter, there was a specially recruited shopkeeper who was arranging the things under the counter. When he saw Duan Nan, he cupped his hands and saluted, "My lord."

Duan Nan waved his hand: "It's okay, you just do what you want."

The shopkeeper continued to organize things.

Duan Nan also took over temporarily to be in charge of the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Before that, he had never been to this library, so it was a bit strange.

This library building has four or five floors, a wooden staircase winds up, and famous calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls around.

The most conspicuous thing on the first floor is a few words, which are obviously hand-copied

What is copied is an orphan classic that has been lost. Although not many copies have been made, the handwriting is very beautiful

Duan Nan looked at it, and it looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

A crowded bunch of literati and inkmen are watching and talking in small voices

"Didn't it mean that this book is out of print?"

"This building is full of books selected by His Majesty's Royal Study in the palace. Isn't it normal that there are out-of-print books?"

"Brother Tai is right"

"Your Majesty's move really benefits the poor students in the capital."

"The Son of Heaven is naturally wise."

Duan Nan listened to their discussions effortlessly, and the corners of his lips curled into a hook

Written with cinnabar pen on the surrounding wooden walls

"Books in the building are not for sale"

"An important place for collecting books, please don't make noise and quarrel."

At this time, a cup of hot tea was handed over

Duan Nan was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Before the shopkeeper could respond, he saw a man in a black hat squeezed through the doorway and went up to the second floor.

Duan Nan didn't even have time to drink tea, so he hurriedly followed

Finally found him in a corner on the third floor

"Why did you come here? In the morning, I heard from someone that you ordered people to move all the books related to medicine and poison in your house to your room?"

Song Huaian leaned on the bookshelf: "Yes."

Duan Nan frowned: "What are you looking for?"

Song Huaian's mind recalled the hideous long scar on Mu Xiu's fair chest, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently: "I'm checking for a disease."

Duan Nan spread his hands and said: "I am also a censor, not an imperial doctor. There are not many such books in the mansion. If you want to check this kind of thing, the imperial pharmacy of the imperial hospital is the most reliable."

Speaking of Royal Pharmacy

Didn't even bother to see Chen Xi for the last time before leaving the palace

I didn't even have time to insinuate things related to His Majesty's injury.

I guess it's pointless to ask.

Song Huaian nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "Nan'er, I think what you said is very reasonable."

Duan Nan rolled his eyes at this title, ignored his teasing, and said:

"What do you mean? To enter the palace? Can you hide from His Majesty's eyes and ears?"

Song Huai'an looked at him, and said to himself that as expected, this official would not be able to be an official.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Duan Nan stared at him suspiciously.

Song Huaian shrugged: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Duan Nan thought about it very seriously, and said: "You know His Majesty and the palace so well, there should be no problem."

Song Huaian shook his head:

"What I know is the layout of the imperial palace three years ago. During the three years I was in the East Palace, the outside world has completely changed."

Duan Nan seemed to have heard something surprising, so he took the time to say: "Hey, the Prime Minister who used to be fearless, when did you start worrying about these things? There are things in this world that you can't do?"

Song Huaian stared at him without saying a word.

Now he has become that playful Xie Jin in the capital, even if he changes his appearance, he will only use this face, and he will never change back to Song Liyuan.

Duan Nan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, your Lin Ya has been doing his duty faithfully. If he wasn't your subordinate, I would have wanted to snatch him over."

Song Huaian said coolly: "You can choose to marry him back."

Duan Nan choked: "You! Hahaha, I'm going back to Yushitai first. I have accumulated a lot of things and haven't done it during this period. If I don't go back to Yushitai, those small officials will be turned upside down."

"Ah."

Song Huaian nodded

Before leaving, Duan Nan said softly from the bottom of his heart: "Li Yuan, the Prime Minister's Mansion is waiting for you to go back."

Song Huai'an looked at the direction in which he disappeared, with endless melancholy in his eyes

I can't go back a long time ago.

After coming out of the library, Song Huaian went straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion

This mansion is extremely exquisite, and every detail can be seen with the care and care of the craftsmen in its construction.

But now it's dusty

Some weeds had grown in the gaps on the stone steps, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the lantern at the door, shaking slightly.

How prosperous it was at the beginning, how depressed it is now.

The mansion fell silent with his master

Song Huaian's face hidden in the bamboo hat could not be seen clearly, the black curtain was blown by the wind and swayed slightly

He walked around the gate and found the back gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion with ease.

With a 'squeak', he stretched out his hand and opened the door

A gust of hurricane hit in front of him, rolled up the black veil on Song Huaian's hat, and the pupils reflected willow leaves that came swiftly like knives with strong internal force.

The willow leaves cut through the bamboo hat in an instant, and the hair was full of black hair like a waterfall, and it blew down

"Who the hell is trespassing on the prime minister's mansion!"

Song Huaian didn't even blink his eyes, and said softly, "Lin Ya."

After a while, the chill atmosphere in the entire backyard disappeared, and a person jumped down from the big tree beside the pond in the distance.

Dressed in a slim black shirt with long sleeves and a small sword on his waist, all killing intent vanished the moment he saw the person at the door.

He seemed to be afraid that he was wrong, so he didn't even dare to blink, his pupils were bloodshot.

Song Huaian smiled

Lin Ya immediately knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "Master!"

Song Huaian turned around and looked at the door. There was no one there. He closed the back door and said, "Go, let's talk."

Lin Ya could only follow behind him in a daze.

He stared at his back without blinking, afraid that all this was just an illusion caused by his longing, and also afraid that this was a sweet dream he had in his drowsiness.