Nightfall Chapter 163: The Freshest Thing Is only A Bowl of Chicken So

Chapter 163: The Freshest Thing Is only A Bowl of Chicken Soup

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The wooden door with flowers carvings gradually opened, revealing a young eunuch who lightly swept his long sleeves and quietly retreated himself.

Ning Que was taken aback as he saw the huge and tall door in front of him. He tidied up his appearance before entering through the doors with a serious look on his face. Seeing the precious stationaries that he had not seen for a long time and breathing in the smell of the ink that lingered in his memories, he could not help but shiver as he recalled the incident that happened last year.

Infront of the book shelves stood a middle-aged man, with his back facing the main door of the imperial study room. He was dressed in thin plain cotton top and a belt sewed with black and golden threads was placed at his waist, making him seem skinny. Though his face could not be seen, Ning Que had easily guessed the identity of the man.

Without any advice from the eunuch, he was not sure when he should kneel or bow with his hands infront to show respect to the man infront. By right, it should be the former, yet not many Tangs were willing to kneel down to people. For a moment, he felt lost and embarrassed.

The middle-aged man suddenly spoke. His gentle, warm tone and the content of his speech had managed to release Ning Que from his embarrassment in time, "Don't you think of kneeling down. You ain't offering sacrifice to Heaven."

Just a simple sentence from him, Ning Que started to bee fond of this middle-aged man. He would have imagined that an emperor of Tang should appeared to be cold, strict and majestic, yet he was such a warm and friendly person.

"Understand that you're my secret guard?" The middle-aged man took a shabby-looking book from the shelves, as he flipped the pages and asked casually.

Ning Que bowed deeply and replied, "Yes."

"Isn't this secret guard a little too secretive? Even I myself don't know about it." The middle-aged man laughed as he took out a bookmark from the side of the shelves and placed it inbetween the shabby-looking book to mark the pages. Suddenly, he asked, "How did you get into this room last year?"

At this moment, Ning Que was wondering how he should address himself as. After hesitating between "humble student" and "low-rank officer