After wearing lotus essence

Rong Mu watched Uncle Dong push open the heavy gate of the Eastern Palace. This door will only be opened when the real master comes back. If other people or servants want to enter the Eastern Palace, they all have to go through the small side door.

Uncle Dong called a few guards in the mansion, carefully moved Rong Mu's flowers to the door, and bowed to Shang Cizhou, wishing: "Your Majesty is going back to the palace today?"

Shang Cizhou put away his expression: "Well, Gu won't go in."

Uncle Dong's expression was visibly downcast, and he said again: "After Mr. Rong moves in, your majesty can come and visit more often. No matter where your majesty lives, this place will always be reserved for you."

Rong Mu couldn't help but glanced at Shang Cizhou, most people would have been moved to tears when they heard this, but this man seemed not to hear it, the corner of his robe moved slightly, he turned around without sitting in the carriage, and directly stepped onto Wu Zhui.

Li Suichuan had no choice but to assume the role of coachman again.

Rong Mu waved at Shang Cizhou: "Your Majesty, don't forget what I told you, I'll wait for you."

Shang Cizhou glanced at him, but didn't reply, just gave Wu Zhui a low drink, turned his horse's head and headed towards the palace gate.

Li Suichuan worked tirelessly behind the emperor to deal with the aftermath, and when passing by Rong Mu, he cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Rong, we will meet later."

Rong Mu looked at him with a smile, "Major General, aren't you His Majesty's companion? I don't think there are many people who come to the East Palace. You can come for a stroll if you want. I'll be there anytime."

Li Suichuan's heart moved, and he was about to return the gift when he heard Rong Mu continue: "Also, don't do those things secretly. If you want to know who I am, just ask me in person, but I may not know who I am. I'm not sure, I'm afraid it won't satisfy all the general's doubts."

Li Suichuan shuddered behind his back, "...who told you that."

Rong Mu put his hands into his wide cuffs, "Don't care who told me, I just told you that although I am not a high-ranking person, I don't like the tricks behind my back. The most unfettered, today I am used by His Majesty in Dashang, and tomorrow I may not be here in a hurry."

Although Li Suichuan was sitting tall on the carriage, at this moment, he felt that he was not much taller than the person in front of him. On the contrary, he also had an inexplicable feeling of being held by the backhand.

There is also a feeling... even if His Majesty is here, there is nothing Rong Mu can do.

As for this person, His Majesty can't kill him, and he can't do anything. Knowing that he is a mystery, he is willing to surround him, like walking around the edge of a cliff, never knowing that the next step will be the abyss Still a flat road.

"You...as long as you don't do anything harmful to the big merchants, His Majesty can turn a blind eye. His Majesty has been on the throne for many years, and I have never seen him be so tolerant to anyone. And this East Palace, although His Majesty is not Come back often, but never allow anyone to get involved, His Majesty is extremely tolerant towards Young Master Rong, you should cherish it."

Rong Mu looked at Li Suichuan's complex facial expressions, and said in a crisp voice: "The young general thanked His Majesty on my behalf. I have a good temper, and I can turn around and smile at the troublemakers again and again. If I have a bad temper, I'm afraid I haven't played with you for a long time."

Li Suichuan secretly took a deep breath, Rong Mu's words and deeds, he thought that he would not restrain himself in front of His Majesty on weekdays, he was so presumptuous and willful, but His Majesty never took action to punish him... Isn't it Li Suichuan who is caught in the middle? People, such difficult people, it is better to leave it to His Majesty to deal with them personally.

Rong Mu looked at the leaving carriage with a full smile: "General Li, walk slowly—"

Rong Mu stretched his waist after delivering the two big Buddha statues. With his hands crossed at his thin belt, he looked up at the slightly old plaque.

"East... Palace."

In a prosperous place, there will always be a day when the family is left in the cold. Without the love of the emperor, no matter how good the mansion is, it will lose its spirit.

Seeing Uncle Dong still looking at the place where Shang Cizhou left, Rong Mu couldn't help feeling a wave of emotion in his heart.

Uncle Dong must be in his sixties or seventies... In this era, he is already a long-lived person.

Whenever Shang Cizhou looked back, he knew that there was no one standing there waiting for him, but for all these years, he had forced himself to live like a loner.

Rong Mu tossed the long hair flying in front of him behind him, stood under the large plaque in the East Palace and shouted: "Uncle Dong, don't look, go home."

Uncle Dong turned around in a trance, and saw the young man with a gentle expression on his face, "Your Majesty is still so interested in me. I am in the East Palace, and he will definitely come to see me. This East Palace has not opened the main entrance for many years, but as long as it is opened once, it will be opened later." There are countless opportunities to reopen."

Uncle Dong knelt down towards Rong Mu with a moved face, and performed a formal salute.

"Young Master Rong was brought back by His Majesty himself. This old slave will treat you as a little master and will never treat you badly. You can rest assured, Young Master Rong."

Rong Mu stretched out his hand to help him up: "You're welcome. Your Majesty doesn't allow me to live in the main hall, and troubled Uncle Dong to find me a side hall. It's best to be close to the Yuhu Lake you just mentioned... Do you understand?"

Uncle Dong was surprised: "Frogs are making noise by the Jade Lake, and there are many mosquitoes, why, my lord..."

Rong Mu said "Hey": "Frogs don't matter, mosquitoes can be incensed away, I like places with water, please trouble Uncle Dong to clean it up for me."

Uncle Dong had no choice but to nod his head, and walked in front, with a guard beside him whispering: "Uncle Liu, I remember that there is a small building next to Yuhu Lake, called Tingzhi Que, but Tingzhi Que seems to be locked by His Majesty... ..."

Liu Dong paused, looked back at the young man wandering around the flower vat, and suddenly asked: "Ah Feng, my eyesight is not very good when I am old, please take a closer look for me, what kind of flower did this young man bring?" Flowers come to the East Palace."

The guard named Ah Feng watched Bi Jiangxue ponder for a while, then clapped his hands, "I remembered Uncle Liu! This young master is wearing a lotus flower! I haven't seen him for many years! "

Liu Dong's pupils flickered, and he looked at Rong Mu, who was full of freshness, and the latter noticed that his eyes were smiling at him, looking like a young boy.

"But you won't be allowed to live by the Jade Lake?"

A benevolent smile gradually appeared on Liu Dong's old face.

"No, no, the old slave is getting old, and seeing the young master's fairy face, he feels good... There is a two-story building beside Yuhu Lake, named Tingzhi Que, which was inscribed by His Majesty himself back then, and the surrounding scenery is the best in the East Palace. , if the young master is willing, the old slave will arrange for the young master to live in this pavilion?"

Of course Rong Mu is willing, "It all depends on your arrangement."

Ah Feng was dumbfounded, but he had no choice but to follow Liu Dong's wishes.The East Palace was a bit gloomy, but the house lamps were lit one by one, and it was still possible to see the prosperity and wealth of that day.

Rong Mu didn't know when he walked in front of Uncle Dong, he didn't realize it, he was so happy that even the wind around him became gentle and gentle, he curled up the flying leaves and drew a circle in the air, heading towards Yuhu Lake.

The upper and lower parts of the East Palace started to move again, Rong Mu watched others busy tidying up, sitting obediently on the wooden steps next to his big lotus vat.

How will I eat dew tomorrow...Will Shang Cizhou come back? The two of them slept for such a long time, and the moment they parted, the tyrant who was three virgins and nine fierce might be happy.

Rong Mu touched the leaves of Bi Jiangxue, and thought again that Wu Zhui ran so fast, and he was still making the bed here, Shang Cizhou might have already laid flat on the dragon bed.

Damn!

Uncle Dong took the fire bag, lifted his clothes and walked up to the pavilion of the pavilion. He lowered his eyelids and silently lit the lamps here one by one. As the lights burned, the scenery on the pavilion emerged one by one.

The paintings on the walls, the exquisite carvings of the mahogany bed, gauze curtains, ornaments, and the large screen gradually cast a layer of soft light.

Uncle Dong leaned down, patted the bed, picked up the embroidered quilt, went to the window and stretched it out. His eyes inadvertently saw a thin layer of mist floating on Yuhu Lake, and the sound of frogs quieted down at some point. Only three or two dragonflies that stayed overnight flew over Yuhu Lake smelling the smell, and landed on the boy's outstretched fingertips.

"Xiaohe just showed her sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on her head..."*

Uncle Dong came to his senses, his lips trembling, knowing that he had made a bold decision today and opened the pavilion.

He has lived an old life. He has gone through everything that should be experienced at this age. In recent years, he has become more and more confused, but he always believes that people in their twilight years can perceive things that others cannot.

This Mr. Rong, whom he met for the first time in front of the East Palace, was too much like an old friend with a blurred face, from his behavior to his demeanor.

He turned around, Huozhezi drew a curved line in the air.

Wherever the light shines, the eyes are full of hazelnuts.

"His Royal Highness...Your Majesty, many years have passed, do you still remember the pavilion that you personally arranged?"

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*Quoting Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"