It is better to choose a day than to hit it,

Carrying the intact basket, Murong Feixue looked for the way to the imperial kitchen.

Murong Feixue slowly walked out of what she called the cold palace, and couldn't help admiring the scenery of the palace. It was indeed a palace, with red walls and green tiles, towering walls, blocking out the sky and sun, and majestic momentum.

The majestic palaces have splendid golden roofs rising up one after another, standing next to each other, at random heights, row after row, attracting people to worship from a distance. The golden glazed tile double-eaves roofs shine dazzlingly in the sun, making people confused.

Can't tell the east-west direction

The pavilions are built according to the height of the terrain, as if they are embracing each other. The high and low corners of the palaces are connected like hooks, and the eaves face each other. They also seem to be fighting and circling, twisting and turning, densely connected like honeycombs, swirling like water eddies, and there are unknown towers standing there.

There are tens of millions of them

Looking at these magnificent palaces, Murong Feixue sighed in her heart: This is the palace, this is the palace where people say they can enjoy all the splendor, wealth, loftiness and arrogance.

Although she was admiring this rare scenery, Murong Feixue did not forget to write down the road and direction in her mind. This is the nature of an agent.

In a strange environment, the first thing to appreciate is not the scenery, but to find a way for yourself, so that you can stay calm when something happens.

Although she was wandering around, Murong Feixue still did not forget the purpose of coming out. She randomly found a amiable-looking palace maid and asked about the way to the imperial dining room. Murong Feixue kept moving towards that place.

At this time, a boy wearing royal blue silk clothes walked up to him, wearing a hat of the same style and a jade pendant of the best color. He looked extremely luxurious.

The boy blocked Murong Feixue's path, and his increasingly childish voice sounded: "Stop, ugly guy, which palace are you from?"

Ugly? Uncle labor and management, labor and management can be ugly? They are simply looking down on others. Will you scream "fairy" on a beautiful day? Ugliness is Murong Feixue's pain point, and now this pain has been exposed to the sun.

under,

Behind him were a group of women wearing uniform pink dresses, they must be palace maids, and they were shouting obediently: "Prince, slow down, walk slowly, be careful not to fall."
Chapter completed!