Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 1 Suzaku Gate

"Boom—"

Lightning flashes, thunderstorms.

Zhao Xiwei held an oil-paper umbrella and hurried forward in the rainstorm.

The rain was fast and dense, fascinating her eyes.

She wiped the water on her face fiercely, and through the shadows of the lights, she could see the faintly discernible scene in front of her.

White walls and black tiles, carved beams and painted buildings.

A group of men in red official uniforms stood there anxiously.

The officials have been on duty until now, but they happened to encounter such bad weather, so they had to stay under the porch to take shelter from the rain.

As soon as he looked up, he saw her, and his eyes widened in shock.

Suzaku Street is a street that leads directly to the inner city. Except for officials who are busy with government affairs, it is impossible for ordinary people to enter.

She, she, how did she get in?
"Hey, girl, who are you?"

No, if you can come in here, it must not be an ordinary person, there must be someone above!
Immediately changed his tone, "Hey, little girl, who are you looking for?"

"Hurry up, there is Taichang Temple in front, trespassing is a capital offense! Don't go any further, do you hear?"

Taichang Temple...

Zhao Xi slightly stroked his hair dripping with water, and squinted to look forward.

Was her grandfather here once?

Having lived in the country for 16 years, she has never known everything in the capital.

If it wasn't for her mother's death, she might never have come here in her life.

She was looking at Taichang Temple in the rain, but she didn't know that someone was also looking at her.

On the restaurant diagonally opposite, the man was dressed in black clothes, with white jade on his waist, holding a wine cup, and stood by the window.

He looked calm and indifferent, looking down at the girl in the rain.

A guard in Tsing Yi came in quietly and presented a black lacquered wooden box: "Master."

The man took the wooden box and took out the white paper inside.

Unfolding slowly, it is a portrait of a young girl.

Dark cloud-like hair, white jade-like face.

Delicate eyebrows, bright smile, like a bright star, like a splendid sun.

Even with a thin piece of paper, you can feel the high-spirited demeanor on her body.

The man turned his eyes away from the portrait and looked at the girl in the rain again, with a faint voice: "Is that her?"

It was raining heavily, her dress was soaked, and her hair was disheveled.

She stood firmly and calmly in the middle of the long street, her slender figure was as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, and there was not a trace of embarrassment.

"Master, do you think she can do it?" The guard in Tsing Yi was a little worried, "Should I help her secretly?"

"Ok?"

The guard in Tsing Yi shook his head: "In case the Prime Minister refuses to admit his relatives, and instead throws her into a prison..."

"You're worrying too much." The man's voice elongated: "Look—"

The guard turned his head abruptly, his expression suddenly stunned.

A carriage drove smoothly from Chengtianmen Street, leaving a long water mark on the ground.

He saw clearly.

The girl threw the umbrella in her hand decisively, lifted the wet skirt with both hands, and hurried to Suzaku Gate.

Immediately afterwards, she threw her skirt, folded her hands, and knelt on the ground without hesitation!
"Boom--"

Another fierce lightning flashed across, illuminating the entire Suzaku Street.

"Cha!" The guard at the city gate immediately drew his knife: "Who is so bold? How dare you stop the Prime Minister's carriage!"

The officials who were sheltering from the rain under the porch couldn't help but shuddered.

The wind picked up and the rainstorm came over the city.

Zhao Xi looked at the people in the carriage, purple clothes and jade crowns, brocade robes and splendid dresses, with a pair of eyes very similar to his own.

She felt sour in her heart, and all the emotions she had previously suppressed surged up in an instant.

After choking several times, she heard herself speak.

Word by word, loud and clear.

"The granddaughter of the former Taichang Temple minister Shen Mu, the daughter of Shen's Yuqing, Zhao's Xiwei, please see her father Zhao Ziyi!"

The wind was violent, her white hair was flying, and the rain hit her white and tender face, so weak and sad, and so persevering.

Let the young officials standing under the porch sheltering from the rain look straight.

It turns out that this powerful, unsmiling, gentleman Zhao Ziyi actually raised an illegitimate daughter outside!
　I heard that people who vote for me can have a wish come true (∩∩)
　　


(End of this chapter)