After wearing lotus essence

When Li Suichuan rushed the emperor to the gate of the palace, he saw Lang Xi, the chief internal officer, waiting there with a cloak, the night was completely dark, Lang Xi looked anxious, and Li Suichuan's eyes lit up.

"General! Is Your Majesty here?"

Li Suichuan was still upset about Rong Mu, and when he heard Lang Xi's words, he became even more angry: "Didn't Your Majesty come back first after riding a black horse?"

Lang Xi was shocked when he heard the words: "This servant has been waiting here, and I have never seen His Majesty!"

Li Suichuan's face also changed, and he pulled a horse directly from the side. When he was about to mount the horse, he stopped slowly. Lang Xi hurried forward: "General, go to the city to find it! Although your majesty is mighty, but A few years ago, because of beheading powerful nobles, there were not a few people who secretly followed His Majesty—”

"It's nothing." Li Suichuan said suddenly, "Your Majesty is much stronger than me. I haven't come back yet. Maybe I'm going out of the palace and want to take Wu Zhui for a run around the city. Your Majesty always likes to be alone. Going, there are hidden guards by my side, so don't worry about it, Eunuch."

Lang Xi's eyebrows were wrinkled, and he asked again: "Is Mr. Rong left alone in the car? Call Mr. Rong down quickly, the hot soup in Ziyuan Hall is ready."

Seeing Lang Xi's expression, Li Suichuan couldn't bear to tell him, but in the end he moved his mouth and said, "Young Master Rong... won't be coming back tonight."

Lang Xi: "Huh??"

Why didn't even Mr. Rong go back to the palace!

"Then Rong Shijun, are you with His Majesty?" In this way, His Majesty didn't come back late at night, so he can explain...

Li Suichuan had no choice but to say: "No, Young Master Rong will live in the East Palace for a short time starting today, so there is no need to prepare for the Ziyuan Palace. Although the East Palace has not been visited by His Majesty for many years, in terms of secret guards, there is no one except the Imperial Palace. The safest place."

According to that person's disposition, I'm afraid he turned around and couldn't let go of the person, and then turned back secretly... Anyway, he can't control this matter, and he can't control it either.

The cloak in Lang Xi's hand slipped.

It's just that Li Suichuan didn't say anything else, he just unloaded the carriage, got on the horse and turned around and left, it seemed that he really didn't intend to care about it.

"This, this! Oops!"

It was fine when I went out, but it fell apart when I came back!

That little girl in Mingchun was still talking about the folded willows that Mr. Rong brought her outside the city, now she will cry for days and nights!

Before the emperor returned, the keys of the palace gates did not dare to be dropped, and the city guards had to get up and patrol every cup of tea, for fear of shutting his majesty out of the door.

But until it got deeper and exposed the heavy moon on the branch, there was no sign of the emperor.

Changping Street, East Palace.

The big horse with a white vertical stripe on its forehead kicked its hooves anxiously on the spot, and a piece of rein slapped its neck moderately.

"Quiet."

Wu Zhui snorted, and aggrievedly buried her head in eating the tender grass sprouts in the crevices of the rocks.

Li Suichuan guessed right.

It is true that Shang Cizhou did not return to the palace, he ran back and forth outside the city three times with Wu Zhui, and only then returned here with a sense of calmness all over his body.

The ancients often said that being close to the hometown is timid. Shang Cizhou never thought that he would have such a subtle feeling when he saw the word Donggong one day.

Especially after sending Rong Mu into the East Palace, the indescribable feeling made his heart shudder even more, so that he didn't even want to go back to the palace, and began to think about whether to take Rong Mu out again, together with Bi Jiangxue Putting it next to him calms my mind.

... The change of revenge of the Xiyue people, the strange behavior of the Nandai king, and the days when Rong Mu appeared by his side all stirred up the seemingly peaceful life in the past.

Shang Cizhou was silent, looking up at the red lanterns of the East Palace at the corner of the street.

The lantern is tall and round, and it is not easy to light. It is vaguely shaped with embroidery thread. It has not been changed for many years, and it is a bit old, but it can still be seen that it is a four-clawed golden dragon of the prince's size. A gust of night wind blows, I thought the picture of playing dragon and playing pearls rotated with the lantern, revealing the back side that is not often shown in front of the eyes.

Shang Cizhou's eyes were dark, and his hand holding the rein gradually tightened.

No.

It's not playing games with dragons and balls.

He hadn't noticed that the lantern in front of the East Palace was actually embroidered with a picture of a golden dragon chasing a lotus!

The rules of the Dashang Palace are strict, and the specifications of the crown prince are related to the face of the royal family. You should never embroider a flower on the card. When he gradually came to power, the entire East Palace was defended like an iron bucket. Without his permission, how dare someone kill the dragon? Playing beads is replaced by swimming dragons and chasing lotuses, unless——

Unless... is his acquiescence or promise.

At this moment, Shang Cizhou's eyes went dark for a moment, as if something that had long been out of control opened a big crack at this moment, gradually making his mind dizzy like a needle prick.

The vague Buddhist scriptures sprang up from nowhere in his memory, Min Kong's low Sanskrit voice almost blocked his ears, Shang Cizhou held the rein with one hand, and raised the other hand to press his temple hard.

After a while, his figure swayed for a moment, and he fell off from Wuchai immediately.

He grabbed the reins on the horse's back, took a deep breath, and tucked the whip into the saddle amid Wu Zhui's restless restlessness, then moved his feet slightly, and walked towards the gate of the Eastern Palace.

In the deep mansion with high gates, the royal mansion, Shang Cizhou once again stood in a place where he thought he would never come back again, staring up at the crimson lantern.

In a trance, he thought of his gilt hanging lamp building again.

There are thousands of lamps in the gilt hanging lantern building, and there are many types of flowers, but none of them has a picture of a lotus flower on it, because when he was making those lanterns, there was no such thing in his mind, only a blank space.

The only one was drawn crookedly by Rong Mu in order to make amends for him.

Compassionate to send lotus, southern generation protects lotus, big merchants don't raise lotus, except for the West Yue barbarians who only know how to fight, he didn't realize it at all, all of these, including his former prince's mansion, were surrounded by this kind of flower In the ending.

If they were really just ordinary mortals, how could they have entered the eyes of Minkong and Nandai Wang?

Lotus...lotus.

Bi Jiangxue.

Rong, Mu.

... There must be something weird about it that he doesn't know about.

Shang Cizhou suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sense of absurdity that the past ten years were full of phantoms, and the chaos in front of him was the real absurdity.

The tingling pain in his head and the Sanskrit sound gradually faded away and he regained his calm. Shang Cizhou glanced at Wu Zhui on the corner of the street, raised his hand and whistled. Azimuth ran.

Seeing that it had run away without a shadow, Shang Cizhou stepped over the wall a little bit, and in a daze brought the master back home as if sneaking in secretly.

Inside the Prince's Mansion.

Rong Mu had already moved into Ting Zhi Que with his big vat, Uncle Dong introduced the layout of the first floor to him with a smile.

"The young master can paint and play the piano here when he has nothing to do. This is a place to meet friends and have fun. The second-floor pavilion is a private residence."

Rong Mu's eyes were full of little earth flowers entering the city, "Uncle Dong, I also lived in the palace for a while, and it is no exaggeration to say that the layout of such a small place is better than His Majesty's Ziyuan Palace! Even The little candlesticks are all made of gold!"

Uncle Dong smiled with his uneasy eyes: "Your Majesty's places are all very good, but the meaning here is different from other places, so it looks more refined. I don't know, when His Majesty was still the prince, at noon I love coming here to sleep."

Rong Mu's eyes widened in surprise: "Shang Cizhou still likes to take a nap?!"

What a well-behaved little prince this is!It's not like it is now, the memorial memorial expresses the feeling that he is about to die in the line of duty.

Uncle Dong is an old man in the hidden mansion. Compared with Lang Xi, he lacks the lowliness of a servant, and has a little more indifference as a servant of the master's house. I don't know if he is deaf. generally.

"That's right, when His Majesty was the crown prince, not only did he like to take a nap, but he also liked to eat a bowl of refreshing lotus root noodles after taking a nap, but how did the masters manage to do such a vulgar thing like this? Sometimes I waste too many times, and I will be chased and beaten by the young master, at that time—"

At this time, A Feng's voice suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting Uncle Dong's chatter. Rong Mu was listening to Shang Cizhou's childhood embarrassment, when he saw A Feng panicked again: "Uncle Liu, the mansion at Qianmen Wei said that he seemed to have seen someone coming in, so you and Mr. Rong quickly avoid it, and wait for your subordinates to search to find out who dared to break into the Prince's mansion!"

Liu Dong's kind eyes were sharp for a moment, and when he turned to face Rong Mu, he put on a smile again: "My lord, go upstairs to rest first. Although there are no people here for many years, they will come in every month for cleaning."

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Rong Mu watched Liu Dong cover the door for him with a candlestick, and he was the only one left in the small and exquisite pavilion.

There is a mahogany ladder at the corner, presumably going up from here is the bedroom, Rong Mu turned around and glanced at Bi Jiangxue who was placed by the table by the window, reached out his hand to stir the water droplets, and sprinkled some on the swaying flower buds.

The emperor's insomnia at night is a little secret he has discovered these days, but every time before going to bed, as long as he consciously emits some scent of Bijiangxue, the emperor's spirit will be much better the next day. In the incense, even Lang Xi, who arranged the living arrangements all by himself, didn't notice it.

"Let's see if Shang Cizhou can last for a few days."

Rong Mu muttered in a low voice, turned around, picked up another candlestick from the table, and walked towards the second-floor pavilion of Ting Zhi Que.

The soles of the feet made the unique sound of wooden stairs, and Rong Mu thought about the "little son" that Uncle Dong had just said. "Prince East Palace.

It was killing and beheading, and I don't know what the heartless fourth prince did to offend the tyrant, and even his mother's family was razed.

Rong Mu thought about it, the candlelight gradually illuminated the upward path, passed a gauze curtain, placed the candlestick on the small table on the second floor, and then yawned lightly.

The young man stretched, casually untied the girdle that had been wrapped up for a day, and took off the hair band. Suddenly, three thousand black hairs fell down on his waist, and at an angle that the owner couldn't see, a small strand of silver flashed past. disappeared again.

Rong Mu walked to the copper basin that Uncle Dong had already placed to wash his hands, and then splashed water on his face twice, and saw a blooming lotus carved on the bottom of the copper basin fluttering with the water.

The lotus flower was carved so deeply and realistically that Rong Mu's troubled mind suddenly became excited. He frowned and wiped his hands and face, and saw white lotus petals embroidered on the corner of the cotton cloth.

Rong Mu hissed in doubt, and when he put away the cotton cloth and turned around, he saw a flower-shaped candlestick placed on the pavilion every three to five steps. They all have an old-fashioned feel to them.

However, these "old things" had golden edges and shimmering silver light, and the inlaid pearls and gems all over the room almost dazzled Rong Mu's eyes.

He subconsciously held his breath and took two steps towards the bed. It turned out that the candlestick was connected with the one he brought up, and the light and light were connected together, as if he was trapped in this pavilion with branches.

It's just that there is no such vigilance in Rong Mu's eyes at this moment. He looked at the various carved or painted objects, and even the mahogany bed. The brocade quilt, as expected, is another quilt embroidered with double-petal lotus pictures.

With eyes full of sketches of the body, Rong Mu involuntarily took a deep breath.

Everyone knows whose site the Prince's Mansion used to be.

Shang Ci Zhou, Shang Ci Zhou!

You also said that you don't take Bi Jiangxue seriously, and that you only use and confront me Rong Mu.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have watched Crazy Critic's superficial performance...

It turns out that in the end, this tyrant is the one who loves Lian like crazy!