Nothing but good looking

In the warm winter sun, Wang Lang took Wang Lin out of the greenhouse, and saw the unmelted snow on the roof of the palace from a distance.

Wang Lin was wearing a fluffy hat, Wang Lang was wearing a thick brocade robe, and both of them were wearing light and warm cloaks. The cold wind blew past, blowing the fur collars on the cloaks.

Fluffy stroked Wang Lang's cheek.

Wang Lang suddenly thought that he and Wang Lin escaped from Chenliu that year, and Wang Lin was still too young, so he had to hug him all the time.Zhang Meiyu personally sent him out of the city on horseback. There was no moonlight that night, and there was no curfew in the city, and the lights were brightly lit.

Wang Lang led Wang Lin to Zhaoming Palace, this palace was a bit like a small prison.

Crowds of palace people followed silently.

The life in Jialan Temple is very happy. Although there are no big fish and meat, the life is simple, but it is too cold.Jialan Monastery loves penance, never lights a fire to keep warm, and always fasts, eating only one meal a day.

Wang Lang was a guest at that time, but he enjoyed a lot of treatment as a guest.

When they returned to Zhaoming Hall, the palace servant suddenly asked behind him, "Your Highness, are you going to Qingze Hall to visit His Majesty?"

Since returning to the palace, Wang Lang has never set foot in the Qingze Palace, nor has he taken the initiative to meet anyone.

Wang Lang knelt down and asked Wang Lin, "A Lin, shall we go see His Majesty?"

Wang Lin nodded, Wang Lang picked him up and walked straight into Qingze Hall.

The number of times Wang Lang came to Qingze Palace is very few. Qingze Palace is a side hall of Wutong Palace, and he always stays in the main hall.

Wang Lang waited outside Qingze Hall, waiting for the palace servants to report, Wang Lin asked him, "Why didn't you go in directly?"

"He is the king of a country, with supreme power."

Wang Lin didn't seem to understand what Wang Lang meant, Wang Lang didn't explain, and straightened Wang Lin's cloak and hat.

As soon as the palace servants went in to make an announcement, the door of Qingze Hall opened, and a burst of heat rushed to the face, which was mixed with a fruity, very light taste.

Wang Lang put down Wang Lin and led him in together.

Qingze Palace is not just a remote palace like it used to be, but now looking around, everything is neat and orderly.The nanmu floor, large pieces of uncarved jade hanging on the shelf, and the rosewood chair, Wang Min got up from behind the desk.

There is a large stack of memorials on the desk.

Wang Lang saluted Wang Min with a calm tone, "Your Highness, I'm leaving the palace."

Wang Lang changed from his thick embroidered robe and wore his navy blue padded jacket, and went out from the side door of the palace. The package contained the money Wang Min gave him.

When he left the palace, it was the time when the sun was rising in the east. Facing the cold wind and the sun, Wang Lang walked forward all the way.There was a small stall selling hot noodle pancakes on the side of the road. Fortunately, there were hams. Wang Lang continued to set off after eating his fill.

Even the cold wind felt warm, Wang Lang passed by a teahouse, it was too early, not many people drinking tea.

Wang Lang went in and ordered tea and sugar cakes, sat watching plays and listening to books. Ever since he fell ill, Wang Lang could not drink tea. Once the ban was lifted, Wang Lang began to drink strong tea.

Min San who followed secretly reminded softly: "Your Highness, too strong tea may hinder health preservation."

Preserving health, Wang Lang pretended not to hear, and continued to drink his strong tea and eat his sugar cakes.

After drinking tea, I went to the bookstore to read a book. Several scholars who said "Zhihu Zheye" were discussing loudly. When Wang Lang passed by, their voices became louder.

Wang Lang didn't like anything. He pretended not to hear what he heard. He went up to the second floor. The second floor was quiet, except for a man in a gray robe standing in the corner reading.

What I read is the selection of articles in recent years' major exams.

Wang Lang then went downstairs, went out without looking back, watched the drama for a whole day, and then went to eat a bowl of softly boiled beef, stewed chicken just right, and a bowl of boiled vegetables. I ordered a big bowl of rice.

As the sky gradually darkened, Wang Lang found an inn to rest.