Chapter 337 The First Night in the Empress's Palace
So burning!
I'm on fire!
Zhao Duan felt that he was in a very bad condition.
After being brought into the palace by Ma Yan, his head began to feel heavy and his whole body was burning hot, as if he had caught a bad cold. He felt dizzy and his thoughts were confused.
At first, he could barely stay awake, but once he entered the palace, he could hardly open his eyes and felt sweat pouring out of every pore in his body.
This reminded him of his experience as "Yang" in his previous life. The strong sense of confusion made his perception of the outside world extremely dull.
He could only vaguely feel that his cheap senior brother was yelling in his ear, accompanied by the flow of energy, and then it seemed like he was slapped twice, perhaps trying to wake him up, but failed.
Then, he seemed to be taken to a place by his senior brother. He seemed to hear vaguely noisy voices, as if many people had gathered together, mixed with a few women's voices, and it seemed that someone touched his forehead.
after……
He was carried on someone's back and taken to a new place. He vaguely seemed to be wiped with a wet towel and fed with ice-cold medicine.
After that, he lay down flat, his consciousness gradually became dizzy, and the people around him seemed to have left.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Duan opened his eyelids again, and was blinded by the light, so he quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes.
"Where is this..." He shook his head, and his mind gradually became clear. Then he found that he seemed to be lying on his back on the ground, and right above his head was a huge bead emitting light embedded in the ceiling.
The bead was held in the mouth of a carved dragon and seemed to be some kind of magical instrument that provided lighting for the room. The base of the bead was a huge and gorgeous round golden dragon carved on the roof.
"Such extravagance... I'm in the imperial palace? Yes, I remember my cheap senior brother took me there. So, which palace is this?"
Zhao Duan propped himself up and sat up. He first checked his physical condition.
I found that apart from some pain in my face, I didn't feel any other discomfort. The abnormally high fever had also subsided. Except for some swelling in my temples, there was nothing else.
He used the light to look around.
This is indeed an extremely luxurious room. The reason why the word "seat" is used is because the room as far as the eye can see is obviously of a higher grade than ordinary houses.
In the spacious and bright space, there are pieces of expensive classical furniture that look expensive.
On the left side of the field of vision is a Luohan bed, on which are placed fluffy Shu brocade cushions.
On the small table above the bed, there was a large blue and white porcelain plate with a pattern of two dragons playing with a pearl.
On the right is a large desk piled high with the four treasures of the study, and every artifact on the antique shelf behind it is a treasure just by looking at its luster.
There is also a low table similar to a "coffee table" in the front, and there are four life-size vases in the field of vision, with fresh green plants sticking out of them.
Zhao Duan was lying on the ground... The entire floor of the room was covered with carpets imported from the Western Regions, which was a luxurious thing. You should know that if you just tear off a piece of it, it would cost thousands of taels of silver.
Even the princes and nobles were not so extravagant as to use it to cover the ground.
The part he was in was not the whole room. Turning his head, he could see that the room was separated by a curtain made of gauze veil. Looking through the curtain, he could vaguely see the bed in the other room next door.
The whole house is filled with the words "elegance and grace".
He was not unfamiliar with this layout. In order to protect against the cold in winter, some bedrooms in the capital were divided into two rooms, with the inner room being the bedroom and the outer room being the "warm room".
It serves as a living room.
"So, I entered the palace, then suddenly had a fever, and then someone rescued me and threw me into the living room?"
Zhao Duan tried to guess what the other party had just experienced, and then his face turned strange:
"Whose kind person would leave a sick person on the living room floor?"
When he lowered his head, he found that his clothes had also been changed. His original outer robe was gone, and the "Taixu Painting Scroll" that served as a space scroll and his sword were also gone.
Even the inner clothes on my body were changed into a new set...
"What exactly happened? I remember everything was fine at first, until I saw the red lightning in the dark sky..."
"Oh no! Could it be that the demon's bombing really has some aftereffects? This is not good."
Zhao Duan was a little panicked.
He realized it later and reviewed what happened tonight, realizing that many of his actions were indeed impulsive and reckless, which was inconsistent with his usual steady style.
"It seems that what the demon said is true. His main purpose in coming to see me during the day was to deceive me, make me underestimate the enemy, and rush to find him... I hope I won't really get into any trouble."
Zhao Duan was a little uneasy, but then he thought, since he was already in the palace, the worst that could happen was that he would ask Zhenbao for help.
Well, if Zhenbao can't handle it, I'll go find Lao Wang... Bah, look at Lao Zhang, a sorcerer in the realm of heaven and man, wouldn't it be easy for him to solve this little problem of mine?
This is the importance of connections...
Zhao Duan thought about it and felt much more at ease. He stood up and found that his socks were gone, so he could only walk barefoot on the carpet. He glanced at the teapot on the "coffee table" and suddenly felt dry in the mouth.
He had lost too much water from the previous burn, so he walked over immediately, picked up the teapot without thinking, blew it to his mouth, and drank the whole pot of water in one breath. He put down the teapot, and then he felt his thirst was relieved.
At this moment, the voice of a palace maid came from outside the quiet room: "Your Majesty..."
It turned out that there was someone outside the house, they were just standing very far away.
Zhao Duan was startled and quickly wiped the spout of the kettle with his sleeve and put it back in its place. He stood up wearing only his "pajamas" and the footsteps outside the door were approaching.
“Squeak—”
The double carved wooden doors were pushed open from the outside to the inside, and the cool air of late autumn rushed in instantly, making Zhao Duan, who was in the warm room, feel refreshed.
He raised his head and saw a bright moon hanging high in the distance in the night, dotted with a few wisps of clouds.
Outside the door, there are high-hanging lanterns and palace maids standing quietly in the courtyard, and in the very center of this picture, it is also the closest.
It was a familiar, fairy-like figure.
Because she had already gone to bed and was in a hurry to go out, the empress was not wearing her usual clothes, but a more homely gauze skirt.
Through the gauze skirt, you can see the silk pants underneath and the smooth, white instep of the foot with faintly blue veins visible in the shoes.
The empress's black hair that fell to her waist was not as smooth and neat as before, but a little messy and frizzy, as if it was pressed when she lay down not long ago... However, it was these "flaws" that made her lose a lot of the fairy-like coldness that people dared not desecrate, and gained a bit of the vulgarity and... charm of a mortal queen.
As for her appearance, there was not much change. After all, the empress seldom drew her eyebrows or painted her hair, or wore any jewelry. She had a plain and simple appearance, like a lotus emerging from the water.
At this moment, on a beautiful white face, the lacquer-like eyes were quietly looking at Mr. Zhao who was bowing respectfully in front of him with a slightly strange look.
"Your Majesty! Zhao Duan, I pay my respects to His Majesty! I apologize for waking you up so late at night. I was previously unwell and was unable to pay my respects to the Emperor immediately. I am deeply troubled..."
A string of words came out of Zhao Duan's mouth so fluently.
Xu Zhenguan stood at the door with an elegant and noble posture, and accepted the bow calmly. The double wooden doors behind him closed automatically, isolating the palace maids outside.
After Zhao Duan finished speaking, Xu Zhenguan withdrew his eyes from the empty jade pot on the coffee table, and said with a bad look: "You say you are afraid, but you use the things in my bedroom smoothly."
Bedroom? Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening:
So, this room... is Zhenbao's boudoir? !
(End of this chapter)
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