In the second year of Xinyuan (762), Liangcheng Palace, Shangyuan Festival.
The night is dark and the sky is filled with stars.
Standing on the Wangxian Terrace at the highest point of the palace city, Zhou Jun looked at the long river of lanterns lit up in Liangcheng without saying a word.
In the huge city, thousands of Shangyuan lanterns were lit, forming a sea of light, illuminating the entire Liangcheng like a dream.
Looking at this sea of lanterns, Zhou Jun said softly: "The war in the Tang Dynasty has continued, but this year it has finally calmed down a little, and the people of the world can finally have a good year."
Hearing Zhou Jun's words, Fan Jinian on the side bowed and said: "Your Majesty is kind-hearted. First he waived the Ding tax, and then divided the land. I tell you, you can't find such a good emperor even with a lantern."
Zhou Jun smiled slightly when he heard this.
Fan Jinian glanced at Zhou Jun and asked, "The Shangyuan Palace banquet is still going on. Would your Majesty want to go back and have a look?"
Zhou Jun shook his head: "I have drank wine and said my words. If I go back today, those people will not be able to let go. Today is a rare Lantern Festival, so let them have fun."
Fan Jinian was a little confused and asked: "What's next, Your Majesty..."
Zhou Jun: "Let's go to the palace for a walk."
Fan Jinian bowed and said hello.
Walking on the city wall below Wangxiantai, Zhou Jun looked out of the palace and saw that all the lights in the imperial city, whether in the three provinces or the six departments, were dim, but there was only one other courtyard that was brightly lit.
Seeing this, Zhou Jun wondered: "Today is the Lantern Festival, and all officials are on holiday. How come there are still people working?"
When Fan Jinian heard this, he stood on the wall and took a few glances. He came back and said to Zhou Jun: "Your Majesty, that is the official residence of the Xuanwen Pavilion."
"Xuanwen Hall?" Zhou Jun was stunned for a moment, then said: "Let's go and have a look."
The group walked down the city wall and followed the corridor to the gate of the Xuanwen Hall.
Zhou Jun saw no one outside the gate, except a palace maid who was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old and was dozing off.
Seeing this, Fan Jinian walked forward and shouted: "What's going on?!"
The maid woke up with a start and trembled when she saw Fan Jinian.
Fan Jinian: “I’m asking you something!”
Palace maid: "I am your maid. The Tang Dynasty newspaper that was published a few days ago had errors in the proofreading. I was afraid that it would be too late for printing, so I came tonight to catch up on the manuscript."
Fan Jinian was a bit old, so he didn't react for a while: "Empress? Which empress?"
Palace maid: "She is the imperial concubine."
Zhou Jun stepped forward and said to the maid: "You come to lead the way, I want to see the noble concubine."
Seeing the sudden appearance of the emperor, the maid's legs softened and she almost fell to her knees.
Fan Jinian grabbed the maid and said, "Hurry up and do something!"
The palace maid nodded quickly and walked in with staggering steps.
The news of the Emperor's arrival soon spread throughout the Xuanwen Hall.
The chamberlains and palace maids who were busy working overtime to prepare newspapers and newspapers all ran out, knelt down by the roadside, and shouted long live the palace.
Zhou Jun waved his hand and walked straight towards the inner courtyard.
After entering the courtyard gate, Zhou Jun looked in and saw Yang Yuhuan standing at the door of the seal room.
The latter was dressed in plain clothes, without any makeup, and looked a little tired, but her appearance had not diminished. In the snowy scenery of the garden, her jade and flowery face were delicate and charming, but she showed a different kind of charm.
When Zhou Jun approached, Yang Yuhuan bowed slightly and said Wanfu.
Zhou Jun nodded and said: "It's cold outside, let's go in and talk."
Entering the printing room, the huge movable type printing plate was only halfway in line. Zhou Jun stepped forward to take a look and asked Yang Yuhuan: "Temporary change of manuscript?"
Yang Yuhuan: "Li Taibai entered the Hanlin Academy and wrote "Poems of Good Spring" a few days ago. Seeing that I was meeting Shangyuan, I wanted to change it as soon as possible."
Zhou Jun: "Just leave the manuscript changing and typesetting to the servants. You don't have to come to the library during the Lantern Festival to work."
Yang Yuhuan was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and said: "Maybe because I am getting older, I don't like these festivals very much."
Zhou Jun glanced at Yang Yuhuan and guessed what the other person was thinking.
The Shangyuan Palace banquet was held in the palace, and it happened to be the place where Yang Yuhuan was sad. Rather than being moved by the scene and simply thinking about the tragic events in the past when entering the palace, it is better to find a reason to come to the Xuanwen Hall to kill time.
Zhou Jun thought about this and said to Yang Yuhuan: "In order to prevent the ink and movable type from being melted by the hot air, there is no heater in the sealing room. It is windy at night. If you stay here for a long time, you may catch the wind and cold."
When Yang Yuhuan heard this, he unconsciously lowered his head and looked at his hands. As expected, his fingers were slightly red from the cold.
Zhou Jun: "We won't be in a hurry for the newspaper report. We'll go back and rest tonight."
Hearing this, Yang Yuhuan thought for a moment, nodded and said yes.
Fan Jinian received the oral instruction and went out to tell the chamberlain and palace maids that the work of the Xuanwen Hall would be suspended today and everyone present should go back.
When everyone heard this, their faces were filled with joy, and they had to hold back to prevent themselves from cheering loudly.
Waiting for Yang Yuhuan to get dressed, Zhou Jun accompanied her out of the Xuanwen Hall and walked towards the outer outline of the imperial city.
Stepping on the soft snow, Zhou Jun asked Yang Yuhuan: "Now that I have become a young prisoner in the Xuanwen Hall, my original residence is far away. Where do I live on weekdays?"
Yang Yuhuan looked towards the end of Palace Street: "There is a separate courtyard near the inner garden of the Imperial City. It used to be the residence of the talent show. Now it has been abandoned for a long time. I just happened to go and stay."
Speaking of this, Yang Yuhuan remembered something and asked Zhou Jun: "Your Majesty has been on the throne for a long time, why haven't you seen the palace draft?"
Zhou Jun asked somewhat casually: "Why the draft?"
When Yang Yuhuan heard this, he was stunned on the spot. After a while, he said: "Of course the emperor must bloom and scatter leaves, have many children and be blessed, and have more women in the palace, so that the royal family can prosper."
Zhou Jun: "The draft is a waste of people and money, and the selected woman is trapped in the palace and cannot leave for the rest of her life, so she can only live alone."
Yang Yuhuan turned his head and looked at Zhou Jun. Seeing the latter's sincere attitude when speaking, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart and said in a low voice: "Yuhuan can tell from the past that his majesty is a very affectionate person."
Zhou Jun: "In my early years, I was quiet and humble. I saw a lot of suffering in the world. I also had ambitions in my heart, but I was unable to realize them. Now that I have become the emperor, I can change some things if I can, and help some people if I can.
, it’s better than everything remaining the same.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Yang Yuhuan looked at Zhou Jun with a little more admiration, and said to himself: "If we could have known each other earlier,
How nice it would be.”
While he was talking, the snow on the long street melted into ice. Yang Yuhuan was not paying attention, slipped and injured his ankle.
Zhou Jun, with quick eyes and quick hands, supported Yang Yuhuan and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yang Yuhuan tried to lift her leg, but the pain in her ankle made her cry out in pain.
The servants on the side were shocked and at a loss. Zhou Jun asked: "How far is it from the other courtyard?"
Someone replied: "Your Majesty, the other courtyard is right in front, less than twenty steps away."
Zhou Jun said okay, then grabbed Yang Yuhuan's knees, used his strength to hug the latter.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Zhou Jun said as he walked: "Let the hospital prepare hot water and medicinal compresses."
Lying in Zhou Jun's arms, Yang Yuhuan's face was flushed. Fortunately, it was dark and he couldn't see.
Zhou Jun walked a few steps with Yang Yuhuan in his arms, soft jade in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Yang Yuhuan is famous for her charm in history, but in fact, although her body is plump, she is not as obese as rumored.
Yang Yuhuan likes to dance. Unlike ordinary women, her body fat and muscles are relatively tight, so although she weighs some weight, her body is far from being called fat. If you touch it with your hands, you can feel the ultimate curves.
After boarding the bedroom on the second floor of the small courtyard, Zhou Jun placed Yang Yuhuan on the couch and exited the inner room. The maids quickly stepped forward and carefully applied the medicine patch to Yang Yuhuan's ankle.
Sitting on the bed, Yang Yuhuan looked at Zhou Jun in the outer room of the bedroom, with a somewhat complicated expression.
After waiting for the ointment to be applied, Yang Yuhuan said to the maids: "Your Majesty, please come in. I have something important to ask him face to face."
Hearing that he was going to enter the inner room, Zhou Jun hesitated for a moment and then entered the room.
Yang Yuhuan screened away the others and said to Zhou Jun: "Your Majesty, Yuhuan has something to ask about."
Zhou Jun saw people leaving one after another and asked curiously: "Do you have anything to ask?"
Yang Yuhuan: "In the seventh year of Tianbao, in the calyx of Xianghui Tower, I came into the room drunk that day and met you in the dormitory by chance. Do you still remember?"
Zhou Jun suddenly remembered what happened that day.
On the night of Tianbao's seventh year, Zhou Jun and Yin Yu had a private meeting in the Huacalyx Xianghui Building. Yin Yu had to leave temporarily due to the royal family's blessing. However, Yang Yuhuan entered the room drunk and accidentally bumped into Zhou Jun.
Jun met.
Zhou Jun: "I remember that day. I wonder what your Majesty wants to ask?"
Yang Yuhuan took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to ask, "If my mother-in-law doesn't come back in time that day, will Your Majesty stay overnight for Yuhuan's sake?"
Zhou Jun was stunned when he heard this.
Seeing this, Yang Yuhuan blew out the candles beside him and asked softly: "Let's treat today as yesterday. Will Erlang leave or stay?"
Without the light of the candle, the room was dark, and Zhou Jun subconsciously reached out his hand.
A hand stretched out from the couch, grabbed Zhou Jun, and pulled him inward.
Pulled to the edge of the bed, Zhou Jun's palm touched a piece of smooth warmth, followed by a low gasp.
A night of spring blossoms is just a matter of romance and moonlight, and the heavens take their own course.
This chapter has been completed!