Your Majesty's Yang Palace occupies a very large area, one-sixth the size of a palace city. The Immortal Palace where the dragon eagle wakes up from the dragon's bed is located to the north of the main hall, the Guanfeng Palace, to the south is the Huacheng Palace, and to the southwest of the courtyard is the Ganlu Palace.
, Shuangyao Pavilion, from which to the west are Linzhi Hall, Shenru Pavilion, Xuandong Hall. To the west of the main hall are Benzhiyuan, Lichunyuan, Furong Pavilion, Yinan Pavilion and other buildings.
The imperial garden is located in the center of the garden. The Buddhist hall where Dragon Eagle first met Takeda is located in the northwest corner of the imperial garden. The imperial study room is located in the middle. Although it is called a room, it is an independent building group and becomes a garden within the garden.
The main entrance of the imperial study, "Jingtianmen", faces east. After entering, the main building of the imperial study stands in front. It has a double-eaves and mountain-style roof. It is grand in scale and is second only to the main hall, the Guanfeng Hall.
Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty only respected Confucianism, he has paid attention to etiquette in everything and strictly distinguished superiority and inferiority, which is reflected in the meticulousness of the palace architecture. The main hall of the Guanfeng Hall uses a first-class double-eaves Pangdian-style roof with slopes on all sides.
The first level is the double eaves and gable-style roof of the main building of the Royal Study Room, which shows the status of the Royal Study Room in Shangyang Palace.
From here on down, there are single-eaves Pangdian style, single-eaves Xieshan style, hanging mountain style, rolling shed style and the lowest level hard mountain style.
As the imperial study room that represents the emperor's literary talent, its decoration is very different from other extremely gorgeous buildings in Shangyang Palace, with light and elegant colors. Large areas of gray brick walls, black glazed tiles on the roof with green trim, green paintings under the eaves, and green
The columns and windows are composed of black, white and green colors, forming a quiet and peaceful environment.
There is a library on the left and right of the imperial study room. Behind the room is the second courtyard. The main hall and side halls are connected by verandahs, forming a square courtyard. The last entrance is the Juanqinzhai, which is a good place for the martial arts to rest for a while.
If Eunuch Rong hadn't led Long Ying to touch it by himself, it would have been a lot of work.
Ling Dan handed Long Ying to Eunuch Rong, who was waiting anxiously at the dock, and he hurried back to the scene of the assassination. Eunuch Rong hurriedly led Long Ying to the imperial study room to start work. The imperial study room was heavily guarded, as it was approved by Wu's nephew.
The important place of the memorial is related to the secrets of the imperial court. No one without the emperor's order can even think of setting foot in it.
As Eunuch Rong was the confidant eunuch of Wu, he would not dare to enter the house unless Wu's nephew was called in.
He and Long Ying came to the steps in front of the palace and lowered their voices: "Renya is polishing ink for Lord Ying in the room. She takes care of everything. Hey! Renya is the little palace lady selected by the Holy Father for Lord Ying. She is missing by two
Yue is only seventeen years old. In two hours, the slave will come back with the imperial chef's refined Wujin for Lord Ying, and then he will invite Lord Ying to use the ribs in the middle courtyard."
Long Ying asked casually: "When will the Holy One come?"
Eunuch Rong lowered his voice and said: "I heard that the Holy One is going to receive the Tibetan envoys at the Wanxiang Shrine. I'm afraid I won't arrive at the imperial study until after noon. The leader of this envoy is Hengkong Makino, who is said to be invincible in the country.
swordsman."
Seeing how nervous he was, Long Ying asked mischievously, "Does father-in-law know what I am doing in the imperial study room?"
Eunuch Rong was greatly frightened and said hurriedly: "I dare not know or listen."
Long Ying was a little embarrassed and changed the subject: "I want to find the fat father-in-law, what should I do?" If he had to go from hall to hall to find him, he might still not be able to find him for three days and three nights.
Eunuch Rong had just recovered from his shock and said: "I will go and inform the fat Eunuch."
After saying this, without making a gesture to the two guards guarding the door, the two guards took orders and opened the central door of the royal study. Long Ying cast his gaze, but his sight was blocked by the screen and he could not see what was going on inside.
Eunuch Rong bowed and said, "Master Ying, please move over!"
The door closed behind him, and he walked around the screen as if he were here for a visit. What he saw was a huge palace-like hall three rooms wide and five rooms deep, with four windows on each side and a beamed ceiling.
Made of nanmu, no color is applied and the original color of the hardwood is retained, which is simple and elegant.
There is a Wu Chan dragon throne in the center of the imperial study room. In front of it is a huge mahogany table, with the four treasures of the study placed on it. It is obviously a facility for her to mark papers. There are bookcases on both sides, hanging shafts, and octagonal palace lanterns hung on the beams and columns, but it does not look like a living room.
The furnishings are antiques, simple and profound.
The corridor outside the window is surrounded by pines and cypresses, making the imperial study lively and natural. His office is placed on the side near the outer door. There is a chair and a table. It is probably a temporary arrangement for him. There is a hòuhòu on the table.
The pages of the album are not pressed down by bookweights. Several brushes of different styles are placed on the pen mount. Next to the brush is a large open inkstone, but there is no ink.
The room was quiet and peaceful, and Wu Chan could not be seen personally selecting the little palace concubine who was less than seventeen years old for him.
Long Ying has always been very curious and loves to learn new things. He did not miss the opportunity to visit the private study of the current empress. He browsed casually and saw several bookcases containing classics of Confucius and Mencius, Confucian rituals and music, or books on imperial rituals.
, I was suddenly uninterested. Only the books in one cabinet were somewhat different, including "Biography of Women", "Chen Gui", "New Commandments of Bureaucracy", "Book of Music", "Shaoyang Zhengfan", "Record of Surnames",
Miscellaneous books such as "Twelve Matters of Jianyan" and "Zhaoren's Own Industry". What attracted his attention was that each book contained the four words "Wulu compiled". He thought that even if the author was someone else, it still showed that Wu Chan's tolerance was great.
Talent and insight.
Then his eyes fell on a hanging scroll on the right side in front of the dragon throne. It was not because of the exquisite painting, but because he couldn't figure out what it was. From a distance, it looked like white dots covering almost the entire painting, and there seemed to be something in the middle.
I kept walking from one side to the other side of the scroll.
Moving closer, I realized that the scene described in the painting was a scene of heavy snow. The painter must be a master at this. He vividly expressed the scene of heavy snow in the sky, evoking some indescribable deep feelings about snowfall in the viewer's heart.
, the world was purified. Look more clearly, and you can see the backs of three men in the depths of the snowy scene. The one in the middle is particularly clear, giving people a touching impression of being tall, handsome, free and easy.
At this moment, there was a sound of the back door opening. It was pushed open a little and then closed gently. A petite and exquisite palace lady walked in tiptoe. She pushed up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white wrists and arms, and held a pot that smelled of ink.
son.
Long Ying turned around, and because he was almost standing on an axis, the little Gong'e was not aware of his presence for a moment. When he walked around the dragon table, he saw Long Ying face to face. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she could no longer hold her hand steadily.
The ink pot he was holding was about to fall to the ground.
That would be a disaster for the imperial study room.
Only then did Long Ying see her clearly, and his mind was shaken violently. The rules that he had planned to abide by in the palace before he came, that a mother should not casually involve in matters between men and women in the palace, were all thrown out of the sky.
Her beauty is heartbreakingly beautiful.
Her elegant temperament is not as good as Duanmu Ling's worldliness, her beauty is not as stunning as the little witch's, and her beauty is not as charming as Princess Taiping's, but she is charming and charming, delicate and delicate, and white.
Her red skin, bruised face, and deep dimples make me feel pity for her, and she is extremely lovable. She has a delicate and pure look that emanates from her bones, without even a trace of impurities.
The intrigues had nothing to do with her. With just one look, Long Ying felt that he could sacrifice everything, including his own life, to protect her from any harm.
At the same time, his mind started to move forward, and he caught the ink pot that had just left her hand without spilling even a drop of ink. His other hand grasped the delicate and delicate beauty's arm, which was on the verge of collapse.
The elegance and beauty of people are pale, and they are at a loss what to do.
Longying lived up to his name when he heard that her heart felt like a deer, and the fragrance filled his nose. He felt dizzy for a moment, as if he were in a fairyland, and he forgot to loosen his grip on the girl's jade arm.
Renya exclaimed: "Master Ying!" She was so flustered that she only reached out and hoped to hold the ink pot again so that she could complete the task.
Long Ying finally woke up, put the ink pot into her hand, let go of her hand, and said with a smile: "It's my fault, the tired girl was frightened."
Renya was in shock, gasping for breath, lowering her head to avoid his gaze. Then her face started to burn, spreading to her ears. She held the ink pot tightly in her hand, knelt down and said, "Renya wants to say hello to Lord Ying.
I know my crime, please forgive me.”
For the first time, Long Ying's heart surged with deep pity and sympathy for the maids in the palace. As luck would have it, they were sent to the palace. From then on, they lost their autonomy and freedom. Their fate was in the hands of others, and they were beaten and scolded by others.
, became a victim of the imperial power. He lived a life in the deep palace of "the flowers are silent and the palace is closed, the grass is green and the road is leisurely; only the colorful clouds can fly, and you can only come and go to wait for the dragon's face."
The palace is like a big prison, locking up their freedom and burying their youth and happiness.
Although he cannot protect himself now, if he can leave one day, he will take Renya away and carry her to the ends of the world, inseparable and giving her happiness and joy.
Renya triggered a secret place deep in his heart.
Long Ying hurriedly said: "Get up quickly, you didn't do anything wrong."
Renya stood up tremblingly, lowered her head, and said softly: "Master Ying, please drive first."
Long Ying sat down at a certain age and wrote the title "The Great Method of Planting Demons in the Heart of the Dao" on the page in front of him. He recognized the calligraphy of Wu Zhao and sighed secretly. He picked up the brush and stared at the serious book.
The little Gong'e Renya poured the ground ink in the pot into the stone inkstone. After she finished, she opened the first page with her left hand, dipped the brush in the ink with her other hand, and wrote quickly on the blank page, still unable to move her eyes away.
Stay away from this pretty person.
The more I look at her, the more beautiful I think she is, and the more I look at her, the more lovely she feels. The outlines of her facial features are exquisite and perfect, just like the ups and downs of Lingshan Xiuchuan, elegant and elegant.
Renya glanced at him, and her pretty face, which had returned to crystal white, was burned for the second time. She lowered her head shyly, which made Longying focus on her bun for the first time. The black and shiny hair made him tremble.
Ran's heart is moved. Alas! What happened to me? Why is her temptation to him a hundred times stronger than the eight beauties of Liqige put together?
Renya couldn't help but peek at him again, and said in surprise: "Master Ying doesn't have to look at it to write? Oh! Master Ying writes so fast."
When Long Ying saw that she was willing to take the initiative to speak, he couldn't tell how happy he was. Her voice still had a childlike voice, soft, sweet, and innocent, and it went straight into Long Ying's heart. Her pure beauty became Long Ying's Taoist heart.
It becomes more crystal clear and pure, and brings peace of mind. The sun shines gently on the garden outside the quiet imperial study. The long wind blows from the direction of Luohe River, and the pines and cypresses rustle. In the middle of winter, the ground is freezing and the sky is cold.
, but the two hearts are beating fiercely.! (To be continued)