webnovelfull Chapter 403 Bamboo Slips
Chapter 403 Bamboo Slips
If Jiang An had not seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for him to believe that there was such a place in such a magnificent imperial city.
There were no carved beams and painted pillars like those seen in the Chenglong Palace, and even the eaves were covered with cobwebs.
No one has been here for a long time...
The little girl walked in front, her round eyes unable to hide her shock and disbelief.
She slowly reached out and pushed the paint-chipped door in front of her.
I just touched it once, and then I heard a "creak" sound, and the wooden door slowly opened by itself...
With the candlelight on the long palace road, a small courtyard suddenly appeared in front of Jiang An.
Under the moonlight, dead leaves were scattered randomly in the courtyard, rolling freely in the breeze.
The ground on both sides that was not paved with bluestone bricks was covered with half-human-high weeds. If you stopped and looked carefully, you could even see vegetables growing wildly among them.
In the corner on the right side of the vestibule, there is a small wooden barrel placed next to the well.
Such a small wooden barrel can't actually pump up much water.
A scene seemed to appear before the little girl's eyes...
In winter, the little children without cotton clothes came to the well timidly and drew water with this small wooden bucket with great difficulty.
Maybe he wanted to have a sip of hot water on such a cold winter day, or take a hot bath.
But the child was really too small, and it was difficult for him to carry even such a small bucket, and the cold well water wet his clothes.
There was a "crack" sound as Jiang An crushed a dead leaf as he moved forward.
The scene before my eyes shattered like glass and could never be put back together again.
Jiang An looked at the desolate courtyard and slowly walked down the stairs.
It was less than ten steps from the wooden door to the corridor. Hearing the clinking sound of bamboos colliding, the little girl looked up.
There are a lot of bamboo slips tied up in the corridor...
Zhengyan picked one and handed it to the young lady, which still had traces of old ink on it.
Jiang An stroked it, "This is the bamboo slip that has had the ink marks washed off..."
I think the bamboo strips have cracked because they were used repeatedly by the owner when practicing calligraphy.
She clenched the bamboo sticks tightly, as if she was talking to someone behind her, or to herself, "When I was first starting out, I used the top-quality rice paper that Steward Sun found, and the four treasures of the study that my father collected from the storehouse."
Her handwriting was ugly, often a mess of ink stains smearing across the entire sheet of rice paper, making it impossible to tell how many strokes there were.
Zhengyan, who usually talks the most, is also speechless at this moment.
He just said softly: "The prince loves you the most, young lady, so he will not treat you unfairly."
Yes, her father loves her the most...
Jiang An put the bamboo slips into his arms and pushed open the door of the main house.
She didn't even have to go in; just a few glances were enough to take in all the furnishings in the room.
A couch without a curtain to cover it.
A table with wood chips padding the corners.
There were two stools, and I don’t know if it was because we walked so fast, but one of them fell over.
There was no table or even a cabinet in the room. There was only a box there to store clothes.
The window paper was torn, and the silver moonlight shone onto the bed through the hole.
Jiang An took a closer look and seemed attracted by something. She walked to the head of the bed in two or three steps.
There was a thick layer of dust on the bed, and there seemed to be something hidden under the quilt.
The little girl stretched out her hand, trying to take it out.
"Miss, let me come."
Nianniang wanted to go forward, but was stopped by her.
"If anyone can sleep in this place, why can't I touch it?"
When I lifted the quilt, dust filled the air.
The little girl picked up the hidden object and examined it carefully in her hands.
Suddenly, she laughed out loud.
Zhengyan came over, also a little surprised, "It's a windmill... and a wooden sword."
The prince had a stern and cold face all day long. They all thought that the toys of such a prince when he was a child might have been military books... weapons and the like.
Compared to the exquisiteness of the windmill, the wooden sword was crudely made. The hilt was too short and the blade was too heavy, and it was obvious that it was made by someone who rarely used swords.
Jiang An took a look and saw the word "nine" engraved on the hilt.
When Jiang Jichen was young, he must have treasured these two things very much, and he would never leave them even when sleeping...
The little girl blinked her eyes and tried to hold back her tears.
"Take them all back!"
As she spoke, she put the things into her arms.
The small corner between the main house and the west wing is the kitchen. Jiang An just stood outside the door and took a look. Of the two wings, the west wing is similar to the main house, but the east wing looks much better. At least it has everything it should have.
But Zhenglu said that according to the palace rules, the east and west wings of such a small courtyard were where eunuchs and palace maids lived.
This means that a servant sleeps better than the master of this yard!
Standing in the courtyard again, Jiang An felt the cool air penetrate with every breath he took.
The raging anger in his heart had already turned into endless mockery the first time he saw the yard.
She recalled a poem she had read in the Northern Academy, which described the imperial city as something that only existed in heaven and never seen on earth. At that time, Jiang An had longed for it...
She loves beautiful scenery and all the wonders of nature in this world!
So I wanted to come and take a look.
Now I see it!
Under the bright moonlight, Jiang An, dressed in black, stood in the courtyard.
The corners of her lips curled up into a mocking smile, and she slowly recited the poem that once fascinated her, "The gates of the nine heavens open the palace, and people from all nations pay homage to the crown..."
As I carried it on my back, the scenery in front of me gradually became hazy, "The sun was just coming down and the immortal's palm was moving, and the incense was about to float beside the dragon."
See? This is the imperial city!
This is the imperial city!
"what…"
The little girl wiped away her tears with her sleeves, "Damn imperial city!"
"Fuck the Emperor!"
"Boom!"
Thunder exploded in the sky.
Zhengyan and the others looked at each other and turned their heads away silently.
I dare not advise you, I absolutely dare not advise you.
Not to mention thunder from God, even if it was a knife falling from the sky, who would dare to stop this little ancestor!
Jiang An, who had cursed enough, stormed out of the yard, still muttering something like "I'll blow him up sooner or later!"
"Boom!" Another sound~
"Thunder, thunder, thunder! Why thunder at this time?"
"God is blind, why doesn't he just strike him to death... um... um!"
Jiang Si covered his master's mouth, picked him up and ran away.
The thunder in the sky above the original place is even louder~
Zhengyan and the others were chasing Jiang Si from behind, and it was not until they left the imperial city that the young guard dared to stop and wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Oh my god..."
“Almost became a roast duck!”
As for the little girl~
He put his hands on his hips and snorted, trying to stare the unruly secret guard to death with his round eyes.
The secret guard stood still like a mountain, with his head lowered, looking like he was waiting to be scolded.
"Ahem...um, Miss~"
Zheng Yan bared his white teeth and smiled foolishly, "How about we go back to the Rouge Shop first?"
It is curfew in the city right now, and yet they are standing on the street without any care in the world!
"Humph!"
The little girl opened her arms, "I want a hug!"