The First Lackey Under The Empress

June weather, a child's face.

Just an hour ago, I was admiring the moon from a high building, and now raindrops the size of beans are falling.

"Ah, it's raining." Zhao Du'an raised his head, listening to the dense drumming sound of the awning above, and withdrew his fingers, as if awakened from his drunken state by the thunder.

He stood up, glanced at the sobering soup, and ultimately didn't risk drinking it, saying:

"This junior must go home now, otherwise the women in my family will worry."

Having said that, he saw the old man in front of him staring at the table in a daze, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He strode forward, braving the wind and rain, and hurried home.

In a short while, he had disappeared from sight.

In the rainy world, every household closed its doors, leaving only this corner with red lanterns swaying.

Zhang Yanyi quietly stared at the tabletop, next to the still steaming bowl of soup, with the crooked three characters "Dao Sheng Yi" (The Way begets One).

He seemed to be lost in thought.

He couldn't help but wonder, are there truly people in this world who are born with knowledge?

The words about taking him as a disciple were originally just a joke, but now, he was somewhat concerned... It's a pity that the royal family snatched him away first, and even with his status, it's not easy to snatch him back.

Let's observe further... …

"Old sir, come into the shop to take shelter from the rain." The Tangbing shop owner had now taken down the "Closed" sign and began moving the outdoor tables and chairs into the shop.

Zhang Yanyi came back to his senses, suddenly raised his hand and gently brushed across the tabletop, then stood up and smiled:

"No need, this old man should also go home."

With that, he put down the silver coins, and his tall and upright figure directly disappeared into the wind.

He turned his gaze in the direction where Zhao Du'an disappeared, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something interesting.

Old Heavenly Master suddenly waved his hand in the air, and then, with his hands in his sleeves, like a secular old man, he muttered to himself as he walked towards the Heavenly Master Mansion:

"The wind and rain are strong, so I will send you on your way."

The Tangbing shop owner came to the table, looked at the almost untouched sobering soup on the table, and shook his head:

"Two strange people."

He picked up the soup bowl and grabbed a rag to wipe the water stains on the table, and then froze.

He saw that the three characters "Dao Sheng Yi" on the decaying wooden table had already penetrated three inches into the wood, and could not be wiped away.

… …

In a secluded alley on Zhao Du'an's only way home.

Wu Ling, dressed in night clothes and with a flowered spear tied behind him with cloth strips, hid under the eaves, his brow furrowed and then relaxed above his mask.

As a member of the Kuangfu Society lurking in the capital, he was ordered tonight to intercept and kill the pretty boy raised by the female emperor.

Although the intelligence mentioned that the opponent's martial strength had recently improved, Wu Ling was still fully confident.

After leaving the Bafang Theater, he came here to wait, but he didn't expect the weather to change in the middle of the night.

But that's fine, the worse the weather, the fewer idlers there will be.

The only thing he was worried about was that Zhao the thief would find a place to hide from the rain and change his route.

"He's here!"

Wu Ling's ears twitched, and a blue light flashed through his delicate pupils, as if he could see through the darkness.

He perked up and raised his hand to pull out the flowered spear behind him, and with just a shake.

With a "chi chi" sound, the cloth strips wrapped around the weapon fell off, revealing a cold and sharp weapon.

Wu Ling stepped into the rain, rushing towards the empty street, his momentum rising steadily.

The night clothes on his body suddenly transformed into a "Wusheng" (martial male character) costume from the opera stage, and a painted face mask covered his face.

Two extremely long flower feathers extended from the top of his head, separated on the left and right sides, and rows of command flags behind his neck fluttered in the wind.

In the darkness, there was a faint sound of gongs and drums, the Wusheng of the opera stage entered the scene, and a murderous aura permeated the air.

However, in the next second, Wu Ling, whose momentum had just risen to its peak, suddenly raised his head in horror.

He only felt that in the deep night, there was a vast and boundless aura, as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, permeating the air.

He instantly felt like an ant in front of the sea wave, his body stopped, and his body was blown away like fine sand in the wind.

Silently, he had already turned into ashes.

A moment later, Zhao Du'an, surging with the Qi of a martial artist, ran from a distance, covering his head with his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

When passing by this piece of ground, he glanced suspiciously at the flowered spear wrapped in tattered cloth in the puddle on the ground, and shook his head:

"Whose thing fell... …"

His boots stepped into the pit, splashing a large amount of accumulated water, and he swept straight past without stopping.

He was completely unaware of the "battle" that had just taken place.

… …

Bafang Theater.

Inside a certain bedroom, Wu Ling's real body, kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper!

He bit his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

Raising his head, he saw the "God of Opera" hanging on the wall burning and curling up out of thin air.

"What exactly was that power?"

Wu Ling's pupils dilated, incomparably horrified, like a small beast subjected to great fear.

"Could it be that someone is protecting him? Who is it? The pseudo-emperor?"

This famous actor in the capital, who had recently risen to fame, was panting in fear.

… …

The Imperial Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After the female emperor and Zhao Du'an went to the Tianzi Tower, the palace maids left behind in the palace began to fill the bathtub with water.

Every time the Sage returned drunk, bathing was a reserved program.

This time was no exception.

When Xu Zhenguan finished bathing, changed into dry underwear, and returned to the bedroom, her whole body was as exhausted as if it had melted away.

The female emperor's long hair was wet and drooping behind her waist after bathing, and her skin was white and rosy. The tension of the day was replaced by the relaxation of the night.

A pair of white, delicate, slender, and exquisite jade feet stepped on the precious carpet spread all over the ground, and Xu Zhenguan sat in front of the dressing mirror.

The dressing table of an ordinary woman is always dazzling and filled with various rouges and powders.

But the female emperor only had the simplest comb, bronze mirror, and eyebrow knife here.

But today, there was an extra porcelain bottle with a warm color on the table.

"Rose Dew... …"

Xu Zhenguan picked up the porcelain bottle with lazy eyebrows and eyes, unscrewed the stopper, and put it to her nose to sniff lightly. Immediately, a rich and fragrant floral fragrance wafted over her face.

The Great Yu female emperor was stunned for a moment, and her eyes lit up a bit.

As an emperor, countless spices are offered in the palace.

However, such an elegant and pleasant dew-like object was still the only one she had ever seen in her life.

"Just turning ordinary roses into water and dew, can it have such a taste?"

Xu Zhenguan didn't understand how this thing was made, she only felt it was wonderful.

Recalling what Zhao Du'an said, she carefully poured a little "perfume" into her palm and sprinkled it all over her body.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside: "Your Majesty."

Xu Zhenguan put down the perfume and said softly: "Enter."

The female official Mo Chou pushed the door open. When she raised her eyes and saw that her expression was as usual, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

It seems that His Majesty only ate a meal with that hypocritical villain, and was not really deceived by his sweet words, and nothing else happened.

"Your Majesty summoned this servant here, I wonder what instructions you have?" Mo Chou asked.

Xu Zhenguan said calmly:

"Yuan Gong recommended Zhao Du'an to enter the Zhao Yamen, temporarily acting as the Jisi of the Pear Blossom Hall. However, the Zhao Yamen is deep and the Pear Blossom Hall is even more complicated and difficult to tame.

Zhao Du'an has just arrived, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold. You should take a trip for me and support him. The person I sent cannot lose face on the first day."

The words revealed that the Zhao Yamen Pear Blossom Hall seemed to be a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

Zhao Du'an? Appointed as the Jisi of Zhao Yamen?!

Mo Chou was stunned, her eyes widened slightly, startled by this appointment.

Even if it was only "temporary", it was still a promotion beyond the norm.

Was it because he was a pawn in the "Down with Pei" incident and executed Yuan Gong's plan?

But even if he had made contributions, it would not be enough to do so. Moreover, the Jisi of Zhao Yamen is not something that can be done by anyone who is just a pretty face.

In order to protect Zhao Du'an and prevent him from standing on the cusp of the storm, Xu Zhenguan and Yuan Li tacitly decided to cover up Zhao Du'an's true contribution in the "Down with Pei" action.

They followed the trend and only said that it was Yuan Li's plan and Zhao Du'an was only responsible for executing it.

In this way, the "Li Party's" artillery fire will be aimed at the enemy's main force, and will not be poured on Zhao Du'an too much.

Therefore, even Mo Zhaorong did not understand the inside story, and naturally found it difficult to understand this appointment.

However, as the emperor's close attendant, when the female emperor made a clear decision, she would still firmly execute it no matter how much she did not understand.

This is also the reason why she can sit firmly in the position of "First Female Official":

"This servant obeys."

Xu Zhenguan said "En" and yawned tiredly:

"Retreat."

"Yes." Mo Chou responded, and just as she was about to leave, she couldn't help but sniff lightly, and suddenly said:

"Has Your Majesty changed the spices today? It smells so good."

The corners of Xu Zhenguan's mouth curled up slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard thunder and lightning outside.

The Great Yu female emperor suddenly looked into the distance and frowned slightly.

Sensing the disturbance of the Heavenly Dao, just as she was about to scan with her vast divine sense, she found that the traces of the Heavenly Dao had disappeared, and seemed to reveal a sense of familiarity.

Xu Zhenguan stretched her embroidered eyebrows, thinking that it was the aura of the Old Heavenly Master, so it was fine.

It's just that Zhang Tianshi hasn't shown his holiness for a long time. Could it be that he has some insights tonight? He even stirred up the celestial phenomena... …

The female emperor felt a faint anxiety in her heart, and her desire to step into the real "Heaven-Human Realm" as soon as possible became even stronger.

Thank you for my very majestic 200 reward, and a 100 reward for riding alone across the orange ~

This chapter was coded out after getting up at three in the morning, so it will be updated on time, but next, we will enter a new plot, which is the most difficult to write. We need to sort out the detailed outline, and the next chapter may really be delayed... … Not necessarily.