Journey To the World of Film and Television

Chapter 35 It's just stealing keys, it's easy. Is it difficult?

In the final analysis, Zhou Ji is actually very innocent.

Fan Ruoruo grew up in Danzhou, and was exposed to all kinds of new ideas and modern thinking around Fan Xian. After arriving in Kyoto, even if she met the princes and ladies of various families, how could these people catch her eyes?

Only with the appearance of Zhou Ji, this little girl who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside discovers that there are people in the world who are as powerful as her brother, who are exactly the same as the brother she admires most in terms of thought and behavior.

Gradually, the trust in his elder brother was transferred to Zhou Ji. This yearning was like a small seed, which quietly took root and sprouted under the nourishment of goodwill.

When Zhou Ji was aware of the strangeness, it had already penetrated the soil and was about to bloom a flower called 'Like'.

Fan Xian was annoyed at Zhou Ji's withdrawal and left, but he also knew that this was the best choice.

If Zhou Ji doesn't like his sister, then he should make it clear in person, stop Ruoruo's thoughts, and each will be safe in the future, and they will fight each other as if they don't see each other.

As for the punch that was thrown out, it was an anger that could not be concealed as an elder brother, and it would not affect the relationship between the two.

Sneaked into the princess mansion with ease.

Fan Xian lay on Lin Wan'er's lap pillow, feeling a little tired for a moment, squinting his eyes, and said faintly, "Wan'er, I have a friend. He has a sister and a good friend. One day he found out that his sister fell in love with Lin Wan'er. and his friends, and although his friends have a crush on his sister, they still don't like her."

While listening to Fan Xian's complaints, Lin Wan'er put her hand on Fan Xian's head lightly, without saying a word.

She knew that what Fan Xian needed now was to listen, not discuss.

This was the third time Fan Xian told her a story. Every time Fan Xian was like this, Lin Wan'er could feel the entanglement and boredom in his heart, but the first two stories were about him and herself.

This time it was Ruoruo and his friends.

Sunrise and sunset, another day in a blink of an eye.

As night fell, there was a lot of ritual and music outside the gate of the palace, the red lanterns were hung high, and the guests below came and went in an endless stream, which was a splendid and prosperous scene.

Welcomed by the guests of honor from the Qing Kingdom, the Northern Qi Mission and the Dongyi guests walked along the long passage into the most solemn palace of the Qing Kingdom with smiles all over their faces.

In contrast, the expressions of the officials of the Qing Kingdom were not so relaxed.

The envoys of the two countries were negotiating two days ago, and a piece of news from the Northern Qi mission almost ruined the good situation in Qing Dynasty. Yan Bingyun, the son of Yan Ruohai and the commander-in-chief of the Northern Qi spies, was captured by the Inspection Institute.

Although this news has not been officially announced, it has already spread among the courtiers, and people's hearts fluttered for a while.

Although Fan Xian was a lowly official, but because he was also a deputy envoy, he and Xin Qiwu were arranged to sit at the desk in the middle.

Xin Qiwu is the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, belonging to the Ministry of Rites, and is very good at judging the situation.

Seeing the conflict between Fan Xian and Guo Baokun before entering the palace, he whispered: "Lord Fan, Guo Baokun is also under the crown prince's sect, I think the two should reconcile?"

"I'm fine, just take a look at him." Fan Xian raised his eyebrows.

Xin Qiwu turned around and looked at Guo Baokun's eyes of complaining like a young daughter-in-law, and couldn't help smiling bitterly, "It will be untied slowly."

Fan Xian smiled without saying a word, while pouring himself a drink, he looked left and right at the officials coming and going.

Following the old figure of Zhuang Mohan walking from outside the hall, Emperor Qing also appeared in his long-lost formal attire, announcing the start of the banquet amidst the crowd's kneeling.

Outside the main hall, a thin and haggard old man put a plate of peanuts and a pot of fine wine, and sat on the side of the Danbi stone, and the breeze invited him to accompany the bright moon.

Two words: compelling!

"Eunuch Hong, the defense of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests is already in place."

A soldier came from the side, saluted and said, "I don't know what orders Hong Gonggong has?"

Hong Sixiang looked indifferent, picked up a peanut casually, ejected it with a whoosh, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to go down.

On the other side, a servant walked out from the shadows and bowed, "To Eunuch, it's a night owl."

Hong Sixiang nodded slightly, and continued pouring drinks as he heard the banquet suddenly quiet down.

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

"Don't you see that Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening!"

Poems that can be passed down through the ages and recorded in the annals of history echoed in the hall, and everyone fell silent for a while, even Hong Sixiang was a little agitated, and he was reluctant to put down the wine glass he raised.

In the deep palace, not far from the Hanguang Palace where the Empress Dowager lives, Yan Xiaoyi is leading a team of guards to patrol back and forth.

Usually this task was entrusted to Hong Sixiang, but Hong Sixiang was transferred to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvest for today's banquet, so Yan Xiaoyi was entrusted with the safety of the Queen Mother.

The imperial palace was huge, and the ritual and music banquet in the front hall did not affect the tranquility of the harem. The maids half-closed their eyes and felt sleepy, but they dared not go to sleep for a while.

The guards were cautious in the outer city, but there was a sense of peace in the inner palace.

At the corner of the wall, next to the rockery, Zhou Ji, who was wearing a brand new night suit, seemed to be one with the night. His breathing and heartbeat had slowed down to the extreme, moving in harmony with the gentle night wind around him.

Even if someone walked past him, if he didn't deliberately look over there, it would be difficult to find his existence.

Lightly stepping on the toes, the landing point is lighter than a cat, like a leaf blown by the night wind, quietly drifting through the corridors, palace alleys, cornices, doors and windows, and entered the Queen Mother's bedroom.

Pressing acupuncture points from the air, no matter the eunuch or the maid, they all fell asleep.

In the dim light, Zhou Ji walked along a relatively dark corner to the Empress Dowager's bed, and found a hidden compartment in the middle of the bed with a caress.

There is no jewel or bank note in the secret compartment, only a book, a letter, and a strange key.

"Sure enough, it's an anti-theft key." Zhou Ji looked at the shape of the key, curled his lips, and stuffed it into his arms casually.

He was not interested in the rest of the books and letters, so he put them back without reading them.

There was a lot of delay, and I don't know if I can catch up with Fan Xian's feat of showing his holiness in front of others.

Go back the same way, and after a while, he appeared near the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

On the fifteenth day of early summer, the moon hangs high.

Zhou Ji changed into a bodyguard and took advantage of the changing of the guard to come to the Hall of Prayer for Harvests.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw Hong Sixiang sitting on the side of Danbishi in front of the main hall, pouring himself a drink. Zhou Ji frowned slightly, and suddenly became a little vigilant.

This old eunuch is different from Yan Xiaoyi.

Yan Xiaoyi is proficient in archery and relies too much on his hearing and eyesight. He thinks he can detect the sound of a needle being dropped, but he doesn't know that someone who is really good at lightness kung fu can do it, stepping on the snow without a trace and falling leaves without sound.

As long as he can't hear the sound, he won't notice the difference.

This is his self-confidence, but also his Achilles heel.

Thanks to Tie Changkong for the reward of 100 coins, and thanks to Yun Yuanming for the monthly pass.

Many thanks.