readsfreenovel Chapter 770: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)
Chapter 770: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)
At dawn the next day, the sky was just beginning to turn pale.
The chief eunuch Pingxi was waiting outside the Qiwu Palace holding a gilded handwritten edict.
Song Yuesheng, wearing a plain coat, took the imperial edict and said, "Thank you, eunuch."
She gestured to Zhenshu to hand over the purse that had been prepared long ago. The heavy silver made Pingxi smile so hard that his teeth were showing.
After Pingxi left, Song Yuesheng immediately changed his clothes and washed up.
She deliberately chose a lilac-colored narrow-sleeved skirt and wore only a white jade hairpin in her hair.
This outfit is most convenient for places like libraries.
Looking for a book.
It’s best to travel light.
Before leaving, Song Yuesheng specifically told the chess player and the book player, "I will stay in the library for the next few days, so don't worry about me."
The library is located in the northeast corner of the imperial palace. It is an eight-story, double-eaved vermilion-painted building.
After checking the handwritten order, the guard respectfully opened the door and led her in.
The astronomy and calendar categories are at the top level.
The entire space was filled with books so densely packed together that when she looked up, she saw that the books on the top layer almost touched the beams.
"This is really..."
Song Yuesheng sighed, rubbed his sore neck, and pulled out a book from the nearest bookshelf.
The pages of the book have turned yellow, and if you apply a little force with your fingertips, they will fall off into pieces.
The morning light gradually turned into the midday sun, and then from the sun into dusk.
Song Yuesheng changed so many books that his eyes were so sore that he almost cried.
Fortunately, there is the sparrow spirit.
Food can be exchanged.
She can also play comedies from another world in her mind.
Seventh day.
Song Yuesheng heard a noise in the library. He looked out the window and saw He Yingxue arguing with the guard.
That carefree look shows that he is a soul from another world.
She looked for a while and then continued looking for a book.
It was not until the evening of the tenth day that Song Yuesheng discovered a record in the "Records of the Jinghe Dynasty":
"On the fifteenth day of the eighth month in the third year of Jinghe, a blood moon rose in the sky. A star fell to the east of the palace, creating a huge pit and causing dust to fly. In the pit was found a round glass mirror that reflected every detail, something that could not be achieved by human craftsmanship. The emperor considered it a good omen and ordered the construction of the Imperial Observatory on the site."
Song Yuesheng's fingers trembled slightly.
It turned out to be the case.
Three hundred years ago, there were alien objects.
No wonder those tricks of framing people are so mysterious. Even the destruction of this world can be recorded by the system as "the heroine becomes a witch who brings disaster to the country."
She carefully put the ancient book back in its place and felt dizzy when she stood up.
I've been looking for books day and night these days, and finally I've exhausted all my energy.
As she slowly walked down the stairs holding onto the wall, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, stretching her shadow very long.
But if you want to know more, you still have to go to the Imperial Observatory.
It's documented there in more detail than here.
On the way back to the palace, it was already dusk.
The palace lanterns lit up one after another, like a winding fire dragon.
Song Yuesheng was planning to sneak into the Imperial Observatory tomorrow night to check more records when he suddenly heard the sound of orderly footsteps approaching from afar.
A team of imperial guards came towards them, led by Yan Wujiu.
"The royal concubine."
When he saluted with his fists clasped, his sleeves slipped down, revealing the out-of-place black rubber band on his wrist.
——That kind of hair band with excellent elasticity and fine workmanship is definitely not something that can be found in this era.
Song Yuesheng's gaze lingered on the rubber band for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened.
"Commander Yan, do you have someone you like? No matter who that person is, I can tell His Majesty and ask him to arrange a marriage for you."
Yan Wujiu's pupils shrank slightly, and the fingers pressing on the hilt of the knife tightened unconsciously.
He stared intently at the imperial concubine who had suddenly regained favor, trying to find clues from her smiling eyes and brows.
"Your Majesty, are you talking about how I tried to stop Concubine Xuan that day..."
His voice was low, "Ask for an explanation?"
The night wind suddenly blew up, blowing a few fallen leaves between the two people.
The swaying light and shadow of the palace lanterns flowed across Song Yuesheng's face, making her smile even more unpredictable.
"Commander Yan strictly abides by the palace rules. How could I blame him?"
She tilted her head slightly, the white jade hairpin in her hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight, "Since the commander does not accept this favor, then just consider it as my own fault."
"It's just..." Song Yuesheng suddenly stopped and looked up at the crescent moon. "The moonlight is very beautiful tonight. If I were to be accompanied by a beautiful woman, it would be even more wonderful."
Yan Wujiu looked up following her gaze.
The crescent moon is like a hook, hanging above the eaves of the palace wall.
When he withdrew his gaze, the mauve figure had already disappeared into the distance.
Today it is interfering in the marriage of the imperial guards, what will it be tomorrow?
Yan Wujiu suddenly realized that Concubine Heng had great ambitions.
From the moment he wandered around the rooftops in the cold palace, every move seemed like a carefully arranged chess game.
In just a few months, she came out of the cold palace and became a royal concubine.
If this continues, I am afraid that even the previous dynasty...
He suddenly remembered how His Majesty had tried to stop the court officials from discussing Concubine Heng this morning.
The deputy director of the Imperial Observatory used the theory of astronomical phenomena to ask Your Majesty to depose Concubine Heng, but Your Majesty deposed him from his post on the grounds that he had brought chaos to the court.
Yan Wujiu's fingertips tapped the scabbard unconsciously, making regular, light sounds in the silent palace corridor.
Demon Concubine...
It’s not that I can’t believe it…
**
After Song Yuesheng returned to the palace, he hurried over with chess in his hand.
"Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Xuan came to look for you five days ago." Zhiqi lowered her voice and handed the teacup to Song Yuesheng. "I said you went to the library, so she didn't ask any more questions."
Song Yuesheng took a sip of tea, and the warm tea moistened his dry throat.
No wonder I heard He Yingxue’s noise three days ago.
She noticed that Zhiqi was hesitant to speak, and turned the teacup in her palm: "Anything else?"
"When Concubine Xuan was leaving...she said some strange things."
Zhiqi recalled, frowning unconsciously, "She stared at the vegetable patch and said something like 'How could I let an ancient person ride on my head'."
The hall suddenly became quiet.
Even the sound of dripping water could be clearly heard.
"It's a pity that I have little education and don't understand the deep meaning of this. But the look in Concubine Xuan's eyes when she said this... I should do something to you, Your Majesty."
Zhiqi looked at Song Yuesheng worriedly.
"My lady...should we be on guard?"
Song Yuesheng shook his head: "No need. I am in the center of the storm right now. If she harms me, she must die."
"Go prepare dinner, I'm hungry."
Zhiqi was about to speak but hesitated, and finally bowed and stepped back.
The moment the palace door closed, Song Yuesheng's eyes fell on the secret compartment at the bottom of the dressing table.
Hidden there was the Blood Swallow Brocade Box given to her by He Yingxue from this world.
The relationship between her and the Queen Mother was not as harmonious as it seemed.
This blood swallow...maybe it's a time bomb.
The aroma of dinner wafted in from outside, interrupting her thoughts.
"Your Majesty has been studying hard these past few days, you should use more."
Zhenshu served him a bowl of soup. There were a few wolfberries floating on the soup, like scattered rubies.
Song Yuesheng took small sips as the hot soup slid down his throat, slightly dispelling the fatigue that had accumulated over the past few days in the library.
She picked up a piece of fish and suddenly asked, "Where is Eunuch Wu?"
"It's in the side room." Zhiqi replied, "They said the newly delivered silk from the Ministry of Internal Affairs needs to be stored."
Song Yuesheng put down his chopsticks, and the porcelain spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the bowl.
"Go tell him that I have a severe headache and asked Shen Qihe to come over."
She rubbed her temples, "It must be Doctor Shen."
Anything related to the heroine must be personally verified by the hero.