"What’s wrong with you?"
At that moment, Xiao Yunting, who was a few steps away, immediately noticed her abnormality. He scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes and soon found a floating formation under her feet.
The formation was tightly connected to the books on the table, and the light became brighter and brighter.
'Don't come over here.'
Ye Lan tried to open her mouth to speak, but found that she couldn't even make a sound. It seemed as if some force was pulling her down.
At this time, Xiao Yunting still rushed up, not caring at all that this was a national treasure, and kicked the jade table over with one foot.
He thought that the operation of the formation was similar to the energy supply, and the spell could be interrupted as long as the source was cut off.
Originally, this idea was not wrong, but he forgot that the owner of this formation was a demon god who had survived for thousands of years. His soul was spread throughout the Nightlight City, and the formation under his feet was the center of the formation with the most domineering power.
So the moment he stepped in, he was also frozen.
The next second when their eyes met, the dazzling light blurred each other's vision.
When Ye Lan opened his eyes again, he saw the Glazed City during the day.
"Queen, it's time to go back."
A strange tone came from behind him, and strangely enough, Ye Lan could understand it.
She looked back and saw a group of maids kneeling in the pavilion. They were all wearing ancient costumes, with their hair in buns, and crawling towards her.
When she lowered her eyes, she saw that she was wearing loose clothes with red sleeves, her nails were also painted in red, and the hem of her skirt was embroidered with the Nine Sky Black Phoenix, which was exactly the accessories of the ancient queen's court dress.
She turned again and looked towards the palace gate, gazing at the bustling streets, and asked calmly, "What year is it tonight?"
"Queen?" The maid was a little confused by the question. She was shocked and afraid and asked, "It is now the fifth year of Ming Yong. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need a witch doctor to see you?"
Mingyong five years.
Hearing this unfamiliar era name, Ye Lan became even more certain that he had been dragged into an illusion.
It was the fifth year since Liu Yong ascended the throne, the second year since Liuli City was built, and also the first year since Xuan Wuji moved into the Eastern Palace.
"queen?"
Seeing that she didn't respond, the leading maid asked again, her tone still a little anxious, "Time is running out. If you really feel unwell, please go back."
Although the other party was kneeling, his attitude was a bit tougher.
With a room full of kneeling servants, Ye Lan vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He did not resist at the moment and let the head maid lead the way back to the bedroom.
The bedroom was extremely luxurious, filled with calligraphy and paintings, jades, and various exotic ornaments, which must have been tributes from foreign countries.
Being in it is like entering a gold mountain.
But Ye Lan found that there were shallow marks on the bottom of those things, obviously no one appreciated them on weekdays. Instead, a corner of the table in the room had been worn out and the futon underneath was also obviously old.
It looks like Xuan Wu Ji spends most of the day here.
"Queen, the ministers are still waiting outside. You'd better start quickly."
The head maid reminded again.
Ye Lan had no relevant memory, so she did everything she was told and sat down at a table surrounded by several maids.
Soon someone placed a scroll in front of her and opened it, and another person handed her a brush dipped in ink.
Ye Lan took it casually, lowered his eyes and glanced at it. He found that although the text was very different from modern Chinese characters, he could still understand it. He recognized at first glance that it was a memorial submitted by officials from various places.
"You want me to review this?" She asked with interest instead of writing.
The maid was startled. After taking a quick look, she asked in confusion, "This is just an ordinary tax report submitted this year. Is there any problem, Your Majesty?"
Hearing this, Ye Lan raised his eyebrows and completely confirmed one thing.
It is rumored that the evil queen Xuan Wu Ji, who is kept in a golden house in Liuli City, does not indulge in extravagance and debauchery in her daily life, but helps Liu Yong review memorials.
As memorials were approved one after another, the head maid even skipped the step of asking the monarch for instructions again. She simply stamped the documents with the royal seal and had others send them out of Liuli City to the officials of various departments for execution.
During this process, Ye Lan also felt that Xuan Wu Ji's understanding of the current national conditions of the Ming Dynasty and her insight into decision-making were no less than that of men.
"Queen, you are tired after a day's work and it's time to have dinner. Would you like to have dinner here or at the Star-Picking Pavilion?" The maid lit a lamp and came back to ask softly.
Ye Lan assumed that Zhaixing Pavilion was where he would go at noon, so he shook his head to indicate that he was in the room. He pretended to be casual and asked, "Where is the king?"
The maid paused, looking a little surprised. "Are you going to dine with the king? Then I will go right away..."
As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and happily went to report, but she was interrupted before she even left the room.
"No need." Ye Lan raised his hand and said calmly, "I just want to know where he is now."
The head maid wasn't surprised to be stopped. She bowed her head and replied obediently, "Your Majesty, the King is enjoying singing and dancing in the side hall. There are some promising young dancers among the new batch of dancers, and the King is in high spirits, so he has been watching them a little late these days."
The other party's words were very tactful, but Ye Lan still understood them.
"Okay, got it. You can go down." She waved the other person away without any emotion. After the person left, she stood up and walked to the shelf behind the desk. She pulled out a few frequently used classics and found that none of them were about women's virtues and biographies, but all about mountains, rivers, geography, marching and fighting.
There are even a few books specifically designed to study and restrain wizards, which seem to show disdain for witchcraft.
After dinner, she returned to the Star-Picking Pavilion and stood in the same place overlooking the entire palace.
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