Mikago

That night, Lu You touched the East Palace again.

Unlike the easy infiltration a few days ago, the East Palace is heavily guarded tonight.Lu You boasted that Wu Qinggong was in his body, and he sneaked to a place about a hundred steps away from Cheng'en Hall, but he couldn't move forward.

Under the cover of the night, he carefully looked for the best angle to overlook Lingshuang Palace.Finally, I lay down on the second floor of a warm pavilion.

Across the small river more than ten feet wide, he saw that the palace on the other side was brightly lit, and the elder sister Yueshan whom he missed so much was reclining on the warm couch to take a nap.Her long black hair was pulled up in a high bun and piled on top of her head.The golden hairpin and step shaker are shining brightly under the lamps and candles.

She is the Prince's Liangyuan, the most favored woman in the Eastern Palace.In the future, she may even become the most noble and noble woman in the world...

It was clearly something to be happy about, but Lu You only felt tightness in his chest.It was as if he knew that there were cliffs, traps, and fire ahead, but he couldn't even issue a warning.

Unable to get close, but also reluctant to be alienated - he just stared at it with bated breath, and he didn't know how long it took, and finally turned and left silently.

A sleepless night.

On July [-]th, Bailu, swan geese come, black birds return, and flocks of birds raise shame.

It was three o'clock in the fifth watch, and it was just dawn.The first winter drum has already sounded, but Zhao Jingcheng seems to be lazy, still unwilling to open his sleepy eyes.

There was no court meeting, and no pedestrians could be seen on Suzaku Avenue.Only the Guozijian in the southwest of Wubenfang was lit up like the sun.

Amidst the silence, a group of low-key chariots and horses drove slowly from the Yongan Gate of Zichen Palace, exited the Anfu Gate in the southwest of the palace city, paused for a while, and picked up a young man who had been waiting by the roadside for a long time .

"I am coming."

Tang Ruilang boarded the carriage in two steps, and took out a steaming oil-paper bag from his arms.

"Didn't you have breakfast? Look, you haven't eaten the fried cake with golden silk and honey in Yixianglou for a long time, here it is!"

"Shh-"

Lu You took the oiled paper bag, and pointed to the thick roll of blanket beside him.Zhao Rongze was still sleeping soundly in the blanket, curled up like a small animal.

"Fried cakes...thank you."

Lu You spoke in a breathless voice again, opened the paper bag, picked up a small piece from the top, and brought it to Tang Ruilang's mouth.

Tang Ruilang opened his mouth to bite down on the fried cake, and smirked at Lu You.At this time, human voices and hustle and bustle could be faintly heard outside the carriage.

They are passing through the West Market in Zhaojing City.In the early morning, Hu Ji's wine shop was about to open, Baiyue's first batch of goods had just arrived, and Gui Rong's black market had already come to an end.

This is the place where the cultures of the Daning Dynasty and the Western Regions, Guirong and Baiyue countries blended together, as wide as the sky, as rich as the earth.

After passing the West Market and continuing to the west, the terrain gradually rises.When approaching Yanping Gate, a group of chariots and horses slowly boarded Guhongyuan.

But most of the people who go west to Zhaojing will visit this place and look at their hometown from afar.At this moment, Lu You also lifted the curtain and looked out, Zhao Jingcheng was like a huge chessboard, with puzzles that no one could understand.

And the northernmost imperial palace, shrouded in gray-black sweltering steam, is like a scorpion basin, where thousands of Gu gather.

The author has something to say: As of today, the two volumes of Yuxiangxing have been serialized, and the third volume will be updated on Sunday. Lu You's life will usher in even greater waves!

Thank you for your continued support for this somewhat capricious story, and I look forward to discussions and (long) comments.

Volume [-]: Ying Huo commits a ghost