Imperial City, outside Guanghan Palace.

Zhao Rong was stopped.

There were dozens of Li Nu in front of the door. The leader, Xian Yue Li Nu, who had the highest status, frowned and stepped forward.

"Stop! You...Crescent Moon Silver Medal!"

The next second, her words stopped abruptly. She didn't even have time to restrain her frowning and stern expression. Her knees hit the ground forward and she knelt down.

Dozens of crescent-moon-living girls in front of the door also suddenly knelt down and saluted.

In the Yuefang Division, seeing the crescent moon silver medal is like seeing the Queen Mother.

The beauties kneeling in the crowd all bowed their heads respectfully, but Zhao Rong didn't look at it much. He muttered, "Well, it's quite easy to use," and stuffed the simple silver medal in his hand back into his sleeve.

The leader, Li Nu, was stunned and said: "Wait, are you Mr. Zhao? Mr. Zhao, your Majesty, she seems to be..."

However, before she could finish her words, the young Confucian scholar who put away the silver medal had already walked forward with his sleeves on his sleeves, without looking away, bypassing everyone, and entered the Guanghan Palace.

He seemed to be thinking about things and didn't pay much attention to them.

Li Nu, the leader, looked back at Zhao Rong's back blankly, and still subconsciously said, "...it seems...there are no outsiders."

It's just that someone who is far away can't hear it.

"no."

The leader, String Stringer Li Nu, hesitated for a moment, looked solemn, and was about to turn around and go inside.

"The empress has ordered that no outsiders are allowed to enter. All of us have also been driven away. No one is allowed to stay in the palace... This Mr. Zhao... cannot go in."

Among the people outside the door, an inconspicuous Li Nu suddenly whispered:

"What if...what if it's not an outsider...it's someone the empress is waiting for..."

The air suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The expressions of the leading lady and everyone else are wonderful...

After a while.

Dozens of divorced women outside the palace gate returned to their original positions, as if nothing had happened.

However, if you take a closer look, you can see that they have solemn faces and sharp eyes, guarding the palace gate.

Never leave even an inch.

And looking at the momentum and atmosphere, it seems that the guards are even more strict and meticulous than before Zhao Rong came.

…

Zhao Rong didn't pay much attention to the divorced women blocking the way, folded his hands and walked straight into the palace gate.

He stretched his right hand into his left sleeve, grabbing the history book of Dali in the sleeve, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhao Rong walked a hundred steps along the avenue paved with glazed tiles and paused slightly.

He stopped where he was, looked left and right at the halls and corridors extending in all directions, and was quiet for a moment.

He turned around and looked at the way he came.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment, but still did not return to the door to ask for directions, and continued walking forward.

"Go to the front and ask a palace maid..."

He muttered and nodded.

Not long after, Zhao Rong followed his memory and returned to the hall where the Dugu family held a banquet not long ago.

I looked inside and saw no one.

He kept walking forward.

After half a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong stopped at an unfamiliar fork in the corridor, next to an elegant orchid bonsai.

He stood next to the bonsai and frowned.

He turned his head and looked behind him at the way he came from, and then looked at the new corridor ahead which was still empty.

"Something's wrong. It's such a big palace. After walking for so long, why haven't I met a palace maid? Well, it can't be the cold palace..."

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but murmured and shook his head, "No, it's not like there are no people in the cold palace. Where have all these people gone?"

He looked confused and hesitated on the spot.

I was cautious and didn't go any further.

After all, he doesn't even know where he is in Guanghan Palace now, and he is a little lost.

Zhao Rong discovered along the way that the Guanghan Palace occupies a huge area. Some of the palaces are simple and old, while others are brand new and brilliant, as if they were renovated.

It should be that this palace has a long history. It may have been used by many dynasties in the history of Liji. It was inherited from generation to generation, and later generations either repaired or renovated it on its basis.

This is also the norm in some palaces of the Yamashita Dynasty, which has a long history.

The Guanghan Palace where Zhao Rong is currently lost is obviously the same. It is the residence of empress dowagers of some distant dynasties. It is located in the middle of the west side of the imperial city and has a prominent position.

Now it is owned by the Dugu family.

It is the most noble place in Dali in a certain sense right now.

But Zhao Rong didn't pay much attention to these. What he was speechless now was, you built the palace so damn big, how can I find someone? And it's empty in broad daylight, it's really a bit like the underworld...

"How about I walk further in?"

Zhao Rong thought to himself.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't move.

At this time, he was still far away from the main hall where he had the previous luncheon. If he went deeper, he should be the residence of the Dugu family.

A widow who had just lost her husband was the Empress Dowager Dali.

They are bound by etiquette and take their reputation very seriously.

Zhao Rong is a strong and strong man, if he bumps into something he shouldn't.

He shook his head, gave up the idea, and waited where he was.

Zhao Rong looked around, but after a while he still didn't see the palace maid coming.

Just when he was thinking about whether to go back the way he came to ask the maids who were guarding the gates outside the palace, a moving black thing suddenly flashed across his peripheral vision.

When Zhao Rong turned his head sharply, the moving shadow in his field of vision had disappeared and seemed to have disappeared into the arch entrance of a garden in front of him.

The young Confucian scholar breathed a sigh of relief and walked there quickly.

"Finally I bumped into a human figure... It's broad daylight, so it shouldn't be a ghost."

He glanced at the clear sky, where the afternoon sun was shining lazily.

Zhao Rong smiled, and after a while, he quickly reached the circular arch entrance of the garden.

Looking inside, there is a winding cobblestone path leading to the depths of the garden.

There are lush trees and beautiful flowers and plants on both sides.

However, I didn't see the figure just now in my field of vision. He must have gone inside.

Zhao Rong didn't hesitate and followed directly. There was only one road here. If you walk faster, you should be able to hit him.

He nodded and strode forward.

Soon, Zhao Rong heard some light footsteps not far ahead. He strode forward and after crossing a corner that blocked his view, there was no one in front of him.

The sound of footsteps also disappeared without a trace.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?"

He shouted softly.

You can hear needle drops in the air.

There was only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind.

Auditory hallucinations?

Zhao Rong frowned and stood there for a while, looking at the empty path.

After a while, he shook his head slightly and moved on.

On the road that followed, Zhao Rong looked around.

Some plants have extremely long roots and vines.

Occasionally, abandoned stone benches or wooden objects can be faintly seen among the flowers and leaves.

This garden seems to be quite old and has a classical style...

This time, he hadn't walked long when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Zhao Rong first smelled a strange fragrance that filled his heart and lungs.
To be continued...