Chapter 85: The wind is strong and the rain is heavy, I will send you off
June day, children's noodles.
An hour ago, I was still admiring the moon from a high building, and now raindrops as big as beans are falling.
"Ah, it's raining." Zhao Duan raised his head and listened to the dense drum-like sound of the awning above his head. He retracted his fingers, as if he was awakened from a drunken state by the thunder.
He stood up, took a look at the hangover soup, but ultimately didn't risk drinking it. He said:
"I have to go home, otherwise the women at home will worry."
After he finished speaking, he saw the old man in front of him staring at the table in a daze, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently.
He took big strides and ran towards home in the wind and rain.
It disappeared in a short while.
In the rainy world, every business is closed, leaving only this corner of the city with red lanterns swaying.
Zhang Yanyi stared quietly at the three crooked words "Dao Sheng Yi" written on the table next to the steaming bowl of soup.
Seems distracted.
I can't help but wonder, are there really people in this world who are born with knowledge?
The talk of accepting a disciple was originally just a joke, but now he has become serious about it... Unfortunately, the royal family got there first, and even with his status, it is not easy to snatch it away.
Let’s take a look…
"Old man, come into the shop and take shelter from the rain."
The owner of the soup noodle shop took down the closing sign and started moving the tables and chairs outside into the shop.
Zhang Yan came back to his senses, suddenly raised his hand and lightly brushed the table, then stood up and said with a smile:
"No need, it's time for me to go home."
As he spoke, he put down the silver and his tall and straight body disappeared into the strong wind.
His eyes turned to the direction where Zhao Duan disappeared, and he suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something interesting.
The old Heavenly Master suddenly waved his hand in the air, then with his hands tucked into his sleeves, he walked towards the Heavenly Master's Mansion, muttering to himself like an old man in the secular world:
"The wind is strong and the rain is heavy, so I'll give you a ride."
The soup and noodle shop owner came to the table, looked at the almost untouched hangover soup on the table, and shook his head:
"Two weirdos."
He picked up the soup bowl, picked up the rag to wipe the water stains on the table, and then froze.
I saw that on the rotten wooden table, the three words "Dao Sheng Yi" were deeply engraved into the wood and could not be wiped off.
…
In a secluded street that Zhao Duan must pass through.
Wearing night clothes and with a flower spear tied to his back with a cloth strip, Wu Ling hid under the eaves. Above his mask, his brows frowned and then relaxed.
As a member of the Kuangfu Society hiding in the capital, he was ordered to kill the pretty boy kept by the empress tonight.
Although the intelligence mentioned that the other party's military strength has improved recently, Wu Ling is still very confident.
After he left the Bafang Theater, he came here to wait, but he didn't expect the weather to change in the middle of the night.
But it’s also good. The worse the weather, the fewer people there are.
The only worry is that Zhao thief will find a place to hide from the rain and change his itinerary.
“Here I come!”
Wu Ling's ears moved slightly, and a blue light flashed across her delicate pupils, as if she could see through the darkness.
He was full of energy, raised his hand and pulled out the spear behind him, and shook it.
With a "hissing" sound, the cloth strips wrapped around the weapon fell off, revealing a weapon with a cold and sharp glow.
Wu Ling stepped into the rain and ran towards the empty streets, his momentum rising steadily.
The nightgown on his body suddenly transformed into a set of "Wusheng" costumes from the stage, and his face was covered with a painted mask.
Two extremely long feathers extend from the top of the head, one on each side of the body, and behind the neck a flag flutters in the wind.
In the darkness, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard faintly, and martial artists entered the stage, filling the air with murderous intent.
However, the next second, Wu Ling, whose momentum had just reached its peak, suddenly looked up in horror.
I only felt that in the deep night, there was a vast and boundless breath, as deep as the sea.
In an instant, he was like an ant in front of the waves, his body stopped and his body was blown away like sand in the wind.
Silently, it turned into ashes.
After a while, Zhao Duan gathered his martial spirit, covered his head with his hands, and ran from a distance in a slightly embarrassed manner.
As he passed by this area, he looked doubtfully at a flowered spear wrapped in rags lying in a puddle, then shook his head.
"Who dropped this..."
The boots stepped into the pit, splashing a large amount of water, and passed straight past without stopping.
They knew nothing about the "battle" that had just taken place.
…
Bafang Theater.
In a bedroom, Wu Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper!
He clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound.
Looking up, I saw the "God of Drama" hanging on the wall burning and curling up out of thin air.
"What kind of power is that?"
Wu Ling's pupils were dilated and he was extremely frightened, like a little animal that was extremely frightened.
"Is someone protecting him? Who is it? The fake emperor?"
This famous actor from Beijing who has recently become famous was so frightened that he couldn't breathe.
…
Imperial Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.
After the empress and Zhao Du'an went to the Emperor's Tower, the palace maids who stayed behind in the palace began to fill water for the bathing pool.
Whenever the saint came back drunk, bathing was a must-do.
This time is no exception.
When Xu Zhenguan finished his bath, changed into dry underwear and returned to his bedroom, all the fatigue in his body seemed to have melted away.
After bathing, the empress's long hair hung wetly behind her waist, her skin was white and rosy, and the tension of the day was replaced by the relaxation of the night.
Xu Zhenguan sat in front of the dressing mirror, with a pair of white, tender, slender and exquisite jade feet stepping on the precious carpet covering the floor.
An ordinary woman's dressing table is always filled with various rouge and powder.
But the empress only had the simplest comb, bronze mirror, and eyebrow razor.
But today, there is a porcelain vase with a warm color on the table.
"Rose Dew..."
Xu Zhenguan picked up the porcelain bottle lazily, unscrewed the stopper, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and immediately a burst of rich and fragrant floral scent filled his nose.
The Queen of Dayu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes brightened a little.
As an emperor, countless spices were presented as tribute to the palace.
But such an elegant and pleasant dew-like object is rare in life.
"Just turning an ordinary rose into dew, can it actually smell like this?"
Xu Zhenguan didn't understand how this thing was made, he just found it amazing.
Recalling what Zhao Duan said, she carefully poured a little "perfume" into her palm and sprinkled it on her body.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door: "Your Majesty."
Xu Zhenguan put down the perfume and said softly, "Come in."
The female official Mo Chou pushed the door open and walked in. She looked up and saw that his expression was normal. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
It seems that Your Majesty only had a meal with that hypocritical villain and was not really deceived by his sweet words, and nothing else happened.
"Your Majesty called me here. What instructions do you have?" Mo Chou asked.
Xu Zhenguan said calmly:
"Mr. Yuan recommended Zhao Du'an to the Imperial Court to temporarily replace the Lihua Hall's police chief. However, the Imperial Court is a complex place, and the Lihua Hall is even more complicated and difficult to manage.
Zhao Duan has just arrived and I'm afraid he'll have trouble finding his feet. Please go there for me and support him. The people I send here can't lose face on the first day."
The words revealed that the Lihua Hall in the imperial court seemed to be a den of dragons and tigers.
Zhao Duan? Ren Zhaoya Jisi?!
Mo Chou was stunned, her eyes slightly widened, shocked by this appointment.
Even if it is just "temporary", it is an exceptional promotion.
Is it because of his contribution as a pawn in the "overthrow of Pei" incident, in executing Yuan Gong's plan?
But even if he had made some contribution, it would not be enough. Moreover, not just any useless person could take up the post of Zhaoya Jisi.
In order to protect Zhao Duan and prevent him from being in the spotlight, Xu Zhenguan and Yuan Li tacitly decided to cover up Zhao Duan's real contribution in the "anti-Pei" operation.
Just go with the flow and say it was Yuan Li's plan, and Zhao Duan was only responsible for its execution.
In this way, the "Li Party"'s artillery fire will be directed at the enemy's main force, and will not be poured too much on Zhao Duan.
Therefore, even Mo Zhaorong did not understand the inside story and naturally found it difficult to understand this appointment.
But as the emperor's close attendant, when the empress makes a clear decision, she will still firmly carry it out no matter how confused she is.
This is also the reason why she can hold the position of "first female official":
"I obey your command."
Xu Zhenguan said "hmm" and yawned tiredly:
"Back off."
"Yes." Mo Chou answered, and just as she was about to leave, she couldn't help but sniff and suddenly said:
"Your Majesty, have you changed the spices today? This smells nice."
Xu Zhenguan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly heard thunder and lightning outside.
The Queen of Dayu suddenly looked into the distance and frowned slightly.
Sensing the disturbance in the Heavenly Dao, he was about to scan it with his mighty divine consciousness when he discovered that all traces of the Heavenly Dao had disappeared and a sense of familiarity seemed to be revealed.
Xu Zhenguan's embroidered eyebrows relaxed, thinking that it was the breath of the old Taoist priest, so there would be no problem.
It's been a while since Tianshi Zhang appeared in public. Could it be that he's had some realization tonight? It's even caused a celestial phenomenon...
The empress felt a faint anxiety in her heart, and she became more and more eager to enter the true "heavenly realm" as soon as possible.
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I got up at three in the morning to write this chapter, so it will be updated on time. But the next chapter will enter a new plot, which is the most difficult to write. I need to sort out the details, so the next chapter may really be delayed... maybe not.
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