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Chapter 35

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    As the night deepened, the cold wind blew up and was blocked outside the house by the red sill windows.

    In the inner room, Qin Yan closed his eyes and leaned against the wooden frame of the canopy bed.  Half of her slender legs stretched across the edge of the bed, and nestled in her body was Su Mi who fell asleep after being tired from crying.

    Qin Yan's hands were tied around Su Mi's waist, and she didn't even move. She just lay peacefully on his chest, as if she was being carried by Qin Yan in his arms.

    It was not until Yinshi that Qin Yan opened his eyes and lowered his eyes. Su Mi was still sleeping soundly.

    Maybe she ate candy during the day, and her body seemed to have a faint milky sweetness, which was fragrant and warm.

    How he hugged her, he remembered that it was probably because the crying was too unpleasant and made him upset, so he had to bury her in his arms and feel that the sound was quieter.

    This hug has lasted until now, and I haven¡¯t even had time to go to the palace.

    There were several gentle knocks on the door, and Qin Yan knew that it was Ling'an who was outside.  Before going to court in the morning, he had to go to the palace to discuss matters related to Quanzhou.

    Qin Yan straightened up, took Su Mi's leg with his left hand, and stuffed her into the quilt.  Next to the pillow was the plump, white bead string bought from Quanzhou.

    ***

    The morning court in the imperial city was at the beginning of the Mao period, and when Qin Yan entered the palace, it was half an hour before the morning court.

    On the blue-gray stone road in the inner court, there was a eunuch, and behind him was a palace concubine in pink. Although it was not yet dark, the candlelight was shining brightly in the gray floral rock lanterns on the palace road, and it vaguely shone on the palace concubine's face.  It's Zhang Yue'er from Jiaozhou.

    "Zhang promises, please walk faster. What should I do if the concubine is late to say good-bye?" Eunuch Shuangfu looked at Zhang Yue'er, his words vaguely impatient.

    Of course he was impatient. The emperor counted all the promises he made, and the one he favored was obviously not bad in appearance, but His Majesty has not yet taken a look at it.  It's time for most people to think of some ways to unblock some benefits. She is so nice, not impatient or irritable, she looks happy all day long, and she doesn't know what she is happy about.

    The concubine I am going to visit today as usual is the late emperor¡¯s concubine.  Although the Dowager Empress is not the emperor's biological mother, there is no one in the middle palace now, so the harem is in her hands. What's more, she is the youngest sister of the current chief minister.

    "In order to please others, there were people kneeling outside the palace in the middle of the night. She was still dawdling like this. Didn't she have no sense of sight at all?

    Although she is his master, from the look of her, she may have promised her for the rest of her life, which is not as fast as him climbing up.  Shuangfu was angry and felt sorry for her.

    "Okay, okay." Zhang Yue'er smiled sheepishly.

    Shuangfu sighed secretly and glanced at her.  When he turned around, he happened to see Qin Yan walking towards Qianqing Palace. His expression that was originally impatient with Zhang Yue'er immediately turned into a smile.

    "This slave is here to see the Governor."

    "Yeah." Qin Yan replied lightly without stopping.

    Zhang Yue'er was walking quickly with her head lowered when she heard Shuangfu in front of her shouting "Supervisor". When she looked up, she saw that it was indeed the Supervisor of Dongchang.

    She and Su Mi were the most familiar among the group of beautiful ladies. She didn't recognize anyone in this palace. Seeing Qin Yan at this time, she felt a sense of intimacy for some reason. After all, he married Sister Su.

    ¡°Hey, I really want to ask the governor how Sister Su is doing.

    However, Zhang Yue'er watched Qin Yan's back getting further away, but she still didn't shout out after all.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? What if asking too many questions caused trouble to Su Mi.

    "Oh, Zhang promised, why did you stop again." As soon as Qin Yan left, Shuangfu naturally returned to normal. He looked at Zhang Yue'er, who was facing Qin Yan's back in a daze, and said helplessly.

    "Okay Shuangfu, I'm coming."

    Standing at the height of Qianqing Palace, Zhu Jingyu looked at the woman who was staring at Qin Yan¡¯s back for a long time, and slowly spoke,

    "Lu Dehai, what's her name?"

    "Your Majesty, her surname is Zhang Yue'er. She was selected by you from among the beautiful girls in Jiaozhou."

    "Oh." Zhu Jingyu's eyes flickered.

    "Zhang Yuer, she seems to recognize Qin Yan."

    ***

    In the imperial city, there is still some light on the palace roads because of the stone lanterns.

    Yong'an Street is different. The whole long street is silent and dark. However, in one place, a small tung oil lamp is strangely lit. The light is dim and has a trace of black smoke, which is blown away by the wind from time to time and blends into the night.  middle.

    Under the light and shadow, there is a rattan table and a desk sitting with a book in hand.?.

    The scholar¡¯s ??back was very straight. Even though the autumn season was over, he still only had a white jacket on his body, which made him look a little thin and pitiful.

    His facial features are handsome and delicate, his eyelids are lowered, and his gaze falls on the book in his hand. In the darkness, it looks beautiful like an ink painting.

    But only Jian Yujue knew that his thoughts were not in front of him.

    Since last night, he has been feeling sad for no reason, and there is a dull pain in his heart.

    There were not many stalls on Yong'an Street, so he would wait here early every day. Today, due to his unreasonable depression, he came earlier than usual. Who would have thought that when he got here, he would still see the stalls?  Not going in.

    Jian Yujue put the book back on the rattan paper behind him. Since he couldn't read it, he couldn't desecrate the book anymore, so he might as well practice calligraphy.

    After writing a few pages, there was a knocking sound not far away.

    He followed the sound and looked towards the Xishui alley that intersected with Yong'an Street.  He never had any curiosity, so he just glanced at it and then lowered his head.

    After a while, the morning light dimmed in the sky, and the sound of knocking gradually faded away. The carpenter walked out of the alley quickly, and as soon as he came out, he saw Jian Yujue sitting there writing.

    The carpenter has an enthusiastic temperament, "Oh, scholar, you are reading and writing here, then I am really sorry."

    They all come from poor families. Judging from his appearance, you can tell that he came to this street early to occupy a stall. He is also a good-looking scholar. The carpenter suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

    "I just came here, you didn't disturb me." Jian Yujue raised his head and responded with a smile. He has always been quiet and doesn't like to talk much.

    The carpenter looked at the tung oil lamp that was about to burn out, and thought to himself, this scholar is a man of few words, but he is really kind-hearted. He touched his head and couldn't help but explain:

    "Hey, I'm a carpenter. I'm here to take on more work. A used book shop is about to open in Xishui Alley over there. I want to hurry up early and see if you can give me some rewards."

    Jian Yujue was not very used to talking to others, but she still muttered, "That old book shop is really good."

    "No, I still have some books at home, but no one reads them, so I plan to sell them."

    The carpenter smiled naively, and had nothing to say further, so he waved his hand towards Jian Yujue, "Scholar, I'll leave first."

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