The Royal Palace of Daliang City in the early morning is picturesque and quiet, with the bead curtains rolled up high, the breeze blowing, the jade windows slightly open, and the sunlight overflowing.
Led by the palace maid, Cong Tong walked all the way to Yin Luzhu's study. Beside him was a plainly dressed woman with a restrained expression on her face.
Congtong was shocked by the splendor of the Daliang Palace.
On the golden steps, emerald railings, white doves dance, whispering among the beams, wings beating in the morning light.
With green tiles and red walls, bricks laid like blood, the ancient palace stands in the wind and smoke, and the bells ring melodiously and endlessly, lingering under the rising sun.
The magnolia blossoms are blooming, the fragrance is gentle, the green bamboos gently sway against the window screens, and the painted beams and hairsprings are as delicate as poetry, waiting for the wind to blow towards the morning glow.
The smoke from the stove and the dim light of the red candle are like a dream.
"We're here, young master." The palace man was blessed and turned around to retreat.
Qingluo opened the palace door, took a deep look at Cong Tong in front of her, and glanced at the woman behind him, with a gentle look on her face, "Go in, the master is inside."
Congtong raised his eyes and looked at the plaque above his head: Yilan Hall.
He was slightly shocked.
"Aren't you going to the study? This Yilan Palace seems..."
Understanding his scruples, Qingluo explained with a smile, "My master just got up and gave orders. You can just go in when you arrive."
Congtong was shocked: "This is against etiquette, really..."
"Master Congtong." Qingluo interrupted him, "Here, we are respected by our master. Whatever the master says, we will do whatever we do."
Hearing this, Cong Tong suddenly fell silent.
He took a deep breath and walked in. The woman behind him hesitated for a moment and quickly followed Cong Tong's pace.
In the Yilan Hall, Yin Luzhu is sitting at the desk. The bronze mirror is bright and dim, reflecting the first makeup, making the appearance of the country and the city more real.
Liang Gong's neon clothes, with dancing shadows and graceful curves like spring water, looked at Yin Luzhu who was being dressed up, Cong Tong quickly lowered his head, "I, I..."
Yin Luzhu glanced at his anxious and restless look and said nothing.
Congtong stood quietly.
Birds chirping in the palace, flowers intertwining with shadows, this scene is intoxicating, but he doesn't dare to appreciate it at all.
The eternal palace is full of youth and splendor, like the brush and ink of a painting. Now the rising sun illuminates this splendor, and the years are quiet and poetic.
At this moment, Yin Luzhu walked out from behind the screen. She went directly to the desk and sat down. She picked up the steaming tea in front of her and took a sip.
"Have you thought about it?"
Her voice was low in the morning, a little hoarse, but there was a domineering tone in it that made people surrender.
Congtong nodded solemnly and suddenly knelt down, "I am willing to follow Prince Yin, and from now on, I will be at the mercy of Prince Yin."
Yin Luzhu looked at him, a smile slowly appeared on his face, "Get up."
In the Yilan Hall, there are carved window lattice, sparse shadows and slanting shadows, the roses are in full bloom, and the peonies are graceful and graceful. When the wind blows, the petals are like snow, and the fragrance is overflowing, so beautiful.
It seems that this is the first time Cong Tong has seen such a scene, and he is a little emotional, how much does this cost?
Yin Luzhu passed by him and his eyes fell on the woman behind him, "Who is this?"
Cong Tong quickly stepped aside and explained, "This is my subordinate's sister, Cong Xin."
"Congxin." Yin Luzhu whispered her name softly.
The woman in front of me has eyes as bright as stars, a straight nose, rosy lips, and her skin is slightly reddened by the sun.
She is wearing a blue sarong, which is made of cotton grown by farmers. It is soft in texture and elegant in color.
