The First Lackey Under The Empress

So hot!

I'm burning up!

Zhao Du'an felt his condition was very bad.

After Ma Yan brought him into the palace, his mind began to sink, and his whole body was burning hot, as if he had caught a bad cold, his head was dizzy, and his thoughts were muddled.

At first, he could barely maintain consciousness, but after entering the palace gate, he could hardly open his eyes, and he felt sweat pouring out of his pores like crazy.

This reminded him of his experience of being "positive" in his previous life. The strong feeling of muddleheadedness made his perception of the outside world extremely dull.

He could only vaguely feel his cheap senior brother roaring in his ear, accompanied by the infusion of Qi, and then he seemed to have been slapped twice, perhaps to wake him up, but both failed.

Then, he seemed to be taken to a place by his senior brother. He vaguely seemed to hear noisy voices, as if many people were gathering around, mixed with a few female voices. Someone seemed to touch his forehead.

After that…

He was carried on someone's back to a new place, and he vaguely seemed to have someone wipe his body with a wet towel and feed him ice-cold medicinal soup.

After that, he lay flat, his consciousness gradually fading, and the people around him seemed to leave.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Du'an opened his eyelids again, and then his eyes were stung by the light. He hurriedly raised his hand to cover them.

"Where is this…" He shook his head, his mind gradually returning to clarity, and he realized that he seemed to be lying on his back on the ground, directly above his head, was a huge bead embedded in the ceiling, releasing light.

The bead was held in the mouth of a carved dragon, seemingly some kind of magic weapon, providing lighting for the room, and the base of the bead was a huge, magnificent, circular golden coiling dragon carved on the roof.

"So extravagant… Am I in the palace? Yes, I remember my cheap senior brother brought me into the palace. So, which palace is this?"

Zhao Du'an propped himself up and sat up. He first checked his physical condition.

He found that apart from a slight pain in his face, he had no other discomfort. The abnormal high fever had also subsided, except that his temples were still a little swollen.

He used the light to look around.

This was indeed an extremely magnificent room. The reason for using the word "seat" was because the room within sight was obviously a grade higher than ordinary houses.

In the spacious and bright space, there were pieces of classical furniture that were expensive to make and looked expensive at a glance.

On the left side of the field of vision, there was a Luohan bed with fluffy Shu brocade embroidered cushions and cushions.

On the small table on the bed, there was a large blue and white porcelain plate with two dragons playing with beads.

On the right side, there was a wide desk full of stationery, and every item on the Bogu shelf behind it was a treasure just by looking at the luster.

In front, there was also a low table similar to a "coffee table", with a total of four life-size flower vases in the field of vision, protruding fresh green plants.

Zhao Du'an was lying on the ground… The entire floor of this room was covered with carpets from the Western Regions, which was extremely extravagant. You must know that even tearing off a piece and taking it out would be worth thousands of taels of silver.

Even princes and nobles were not extravagant enough to use it to cover the entire ground.

And the area where he was was not the entire room. Turning his head, he could see that the room was separated by light gauze curtains, and through the curtains, he could vaguely see the bed in another room next door.

The whole room was filled with the words elegance and grandeur.

He was no stranger to this kind of layout. In order to resist the cold in winter, some bedrooms in the capital would be divided into two rooms, the inner one being the bedroom and the outer one being the "warm hall."

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 of the room?"

Zhao Du'an tried to guess what had just happened, and then his face became strange:

"Who would be so kind as to leave a patient on the living room floor!"

He lowered his head and found that his clothes had also been changed. His original coat had disappeared, and the "Taixu Painting Scroll" and sword that served as space scrolls were also gone.

Even the inner clothes on his body had been replaced with a new set…

"What exactly is going on? I remember that everything was fine at first, until I saw the red electric light in the sky at night…"

"Damn, could it be that the demon's explosion really has some sequelae? Not good, not good."

Zhao Du'an was a little panicked.

He realized belatedly, reviewing what happened tonight, and found that many of his actions were indeed impulsive and reckless, which was not in line with his usual steady style.

"It seems that what the demon said should be true. When he came to see me during the day, his core purpose was to confuse me, make me underestimate the enemy, and be eager to find him… Could it be that there will really be some trouble."

Zhao Du'an was a little uneasy, but after thinking about it, now that he was in the palace, he might as well ask Zhenbao for help.

Well, if Zhenbao can't handle it, I'll go to Lao Wang… Bah, Lao Zhang to have a look. A celestial realm sorcerer, isn't it easy to solve my little problem?

This is the importance of connections…

Zhao Du'an thought, his mood calmed down a lot. He stood up and found that his socks were also gone, so he could only walk barefoot on the carpet. He glanced at the teapot on the "coffee table" and immediately felt his mouth dry.

He had lost too much water from the previous fever, so he immediately walked over, regardless of the consequences, and picked up the teapot, blowing against his mouth, and drank the entire pot of water in one breath. Only then did he feel his thirst relieved.

It was also at this time that the voices of palace maids came from far away outside the quiet door: "Your Majesty…"

It turned out that there was someone outside the house, but they were standing very far away.

Zhao Du'an was startled, and hurriedly wiped the spout of the pot with his sleeve, put it back in place, and stood up in his "pajamas". The sound of footsteps outside the door was already close.

"Creak—"

The double-leaf carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and the cool air of late autumn poured in instantly, making Zhao Du'an, who was in the warm pavilion, feel refreshed.

He raised his head and saw a bright moon hanging high in the night sky in the distance, dotted with a few wisps of clouds.

Outside the door were high-hanging lanterns and palace maids standing quietly in the courtyard, and in the very center of this picture, also the closest to the front.

It was a familiar, fairy-like figure.

Because she had already gone to bed and went out in a hurry, the Empress was not wearing her usual clothes, but a more homely gauze skirt.

Through the gauze skirt, you could see the silk trousers inside and the clean and white back of her feet stepping in the shoes, with faint blue blood vessels.

The Empress's green hair hanging to her waist was not as smooth and neat as usual, but a little messy and frizzy, as if it had been pressed down when she lay down not long ago… However, it was precisely these "flaws" that made her less of the fairy-like aloofness that made people dare not blaspheme, and more of the mundane atmosphere and… charm of an Empress.

As for her appearance, there was not much change, after all, the Empress rarely painted her eyebrows or wore any jewelry. She was originally like a lotus emerging from water, with a plain and simple demeanor.

At this moment, on a plain and beautiful face, her jet-black eyes were quietly looking at Zhao, who was respectfully bowing before her, with a slightly strange look.

"Your subject! Zhao Du'an, pays respects to Your Majesty! Visiting late at night and disturbing the dragon's countenance is truly a sin. My body was unwell earlier, and I was unable to pay my respects to Your Majesty at the first moment. Your subject is terrified and uneasy…"

Zhao Du'an's mouth spat out a string of words so fluently.

Xu Zhenguan stood gracefully and nobly at the door, and accepted this bow calmly. The double wooden doors behind her closed by themselves, isolating the palace maids outside.

After Zhao Du'an finished speaking, Xu Zhenguan's eyes returned from the empty jade pot on the coffee table, and she said unkindly: "You say you are terrified, but you use the things in my palace so smoothly."

Palace? Zhao Du'an was stunned for a moment, and then belatedly realized:

So, this house… is Zhenbao's boudoir?!