Surviving the Romance Fantasy

It was Yeon-ri, the handmaid who assisted the old man with Baekseon. From my point of view, it’s like a work colleague.

He had a great appetite for food, and whenever precious ingredients came in, he would always turn on the light in his eyes and attack.

“…”

“…”

However, the wild boar meat that Yeon-ri coveted has long since become my pork soup.

Yeon-ri, who was staring blankly at my tableware, held back tears.

“It’s late!”

“What kind of sashimi is raw sashimi? You should also sit here and eat spicy pork soup.”

“Stop turning everything into rice soup when something edible comes in! I’m getting sick of how all the ingredients can converge into rice soup!”

Yeon-ri scratched her head and let out anger.

“It’s the meat I caught, but isn’t it my heart? And what are you doing after knowing a bunch of recipes that only need to be used and the quantity is reduced, whether it’s sashimi, pork, or skewer? If I have time for that, I’ll make another bowl of spicy soup.”

“…”

I played with the spoon like that and pushed the soup into my mouth, and I picked up the pickled cabbage next to it with my fingers and took a bite full.

After chewing on it several times, I lifted the tableware and drank the soup in one gulp.

“Quhaa-.”

“…”

“Kaha-. This is life.”

“…”

“sh*t. I’m craving baekju. Should I just have a drink… Is there any Kaoliang wine left in the cupboard?”

…Really, this guy is 15 years old.

Looking at Yeon-ri’s silent eyes, she seemed to be asking.

*

The dazzling moon was warmly enveloping the red palace.

It was late enough to be late, so there were no warriors left in the enemy palace except for the duty.

However, President Musa Mirae was sitting in the office until this late, reviewing the report.

During the day, he oversaw the training of warriors, and had to use his strength to guard and secure the high-ranking officials. Because of this, paperwork had to be done at night.

“…”

Mirae, who was looking at how many bamboo sticks were there, suddenly raised her head and stared at the sky on a moonlit night.

– ‘I’ve never wielded a sword properly.’

These were the words of the apprentice warrior of Baek Seon-gung, who had been summoned during the day.

Certainly, his strength seemed amazing, but his mindset and behavior seemed far from irrelevant. Rather than being heavy and obtuse, it seemed to have a sense of frivolity. Still, his strength was certainly extraordinary.

However, simply being strong does not symbolize strength as a military officer. Power has meaning only when it is refined with technology.

There’s no way a person who has never wielded a sword can have such a skill.

He may not have been the right talent for the enemy in the first place.

However, it wasn’t that part that worried about the future.

It was the very moment that the warrior held out his sword to the future.

“…”

Checking the state of the sword is like examining the qualities of an opponent as a warrior.

As he said, the sword was a crude sword with little maintenance. There was hardly any sign of being swung.

However, a soldier who has risen to the stage can be known without even checking the sword.

The way the scabbard is held—that is, the level of the opponent can be judged just by looking at the gripping method.

The moment I grabbed the sheath. The hand that peeked over the shoulder dance.

It was a very brief moment, but the warrior’s gripping method was completely different from that of an ordinary warrior.

He was familiar with all the classic gripping methods written in the swordsmanship manual.

However, how many different types of swords exist in the world, and how many different types of people there are.

After dealing with the sword for a long time, the method of gripping was bound to change according to each person’s convenience.

It was less than one second.

The apprentice warrior’s grasping method of holding the scabbard was completely different from the one in the textbook.

The young and ring fingers are strained, the middle and index fingers are united as one, holding the scabbard under the scabbard, while the thumb sticks out greatly.

It is a characteristic seen in those who have dealt with heavy black iron swords for a long time. This is because the center of gravity of the scabbard moves backward as the blade is long and heavy.

‘He’s a guy who’s never wielded a sword. And for a fairly long period of time.’

It is a phenomenon that occurs only to those who have wielded a sword for a long time.

To the extent that it pops out habitually, it means that it is completely embodied.

An apprentice samurai who was only 15 years old.

Not only that.

The guy shuddered and trembled before handing the sword to the future.

At that moment, he handed the sword to Mi-rae with a completely newbie gripping method as if he was gripping some kind of wooden stick.

“…”

He seemed to think that it was a really fleeting moment, so he wouldn’t notice it, but unfortunately, it was barely visible at the end of the field of view of the future.

Taking advantage of that brief gap, he changed his gripping method and hid his sword skills.

What that meant was clear.

In that brief moment, he realized that he had to hide his grasp by estimating the level of the future.

The moment the sword was handed over, the apprentice warrior’s eyes met.

Originally, idiotic apprentice warriors are bound to tremble just by encountering the warrior commander of the enemy palace.

But the guy was looking into the future. Whether that gaze was directed toward the sword, or towards the hand holding the scabbard.

It really was a fleeting moment. I wonder if it was about 1/100th of a second.

Seol Tae-pyeong’s eyes.

At that moment when he was estimating the future, his eyes seemed to have a reddish glow.

It was the look in his eyes after catching and killing a wild boar on the back wall of Baekseon Palace.

——A mere apprentice samurai was estimating the status of a samurai commander.

…Why did he bother to hide his skills?

– ‘… as much as possible… work as little… earn a lot…’

– ‘…that’s my motto…’

Mirae put her chin on her chin and fell into deep trouble.

‘What is that frivolity to hide?’

I looked up at the moon in the night sky through the window, but no clear answer came out.

Only the faintly shining starry sky comes into view.

‘An old man with ringworm. What the hell are you holding in that palace…’

The night was getting deeper and deeper.

accommodation (1)

A monster lives near Baekseon Palace.

Rumors like that circulated among the nine women of the concubine.

‘Paekseon Palace…?’

Seolran, who was wringing out a cotton cloth at the laundry, overheard the conversation of the nine people gathered across the street.

There were several eyewitness stories among the nine people who went to the outer palace to run errands for the crown prince.

Recently, rumors spread that he walked around the palace covered in wild boar blood.

Even before that, there were many unusual sightings.

– ‘Whoa… hehehehe… I can make a lot of soy sauce and soybean paste…’

One time, it was seen near the kitchen where meals were being prepared for the courtiers, and it is said that he was walking down the street with a bad-smelling smile while holding up dozens of nasty fermented soybeans.

– ‘Keukkeukuk… Nokyang to Dansam, Houttuynia cordata to Ginger root… How much is this medicine… It’s different from cheap health products…’

Another time, he was sitting near the medicine room in the outer palace, decocting all sorts of medicinal ingredients to make a restorative medicine that was good for the body.

The sight of him lighting a fire alone in the corner of the fence and killing himself made it look like he was making poison.

– ‘Haaa… that’s cool!!!!’

– ‘Sa!!!!and!!!! is~! Yal!!! Ugly!! Is it a butterfly? Look!!!!!!’

There is even an eyewitness story that he was rubbing dry cloth while taking off his top in the Junghyeoncheon Stream that flows in front of the palace at dawn one day.

It is a bonus to testify that he was happily singing a song like an unknown spell.

‘Taepyeong-ah… please…’

Seolran, who was washing a cotton cloth to stop bleeding, held her face.

A long-cherished wish to find a companion for my one and only precious sister in the concubine. The fulfillment of that wish seemed far off.

*

“I need to check the Bangsuljin on the side of the concubine. Taepyung, you go.”

“You mean that?”

“okay. If you don’t want to go alone, take Yeon-ri with you. Ugh… too salty for this old man to eat. Cool it down a bit next time.”

“Last time, he said he liked this much, but…”

“There is a lot to say. Can’t you all adjust to the whims of an old old man? A guy with good energy…”

Sitting across from him at the old table, an elderly man with Baekseon was munching on rice and taking several pieces of stir-fried pork.

Tired wrinkles and small physique. Because of the curved waist, it looks more dwarfed than expected.

Lee Cheol-woon, the 100 people of Cheongdo Palace.

That’s not what I’m talking about, but he was one of the most eccentric people I’ve ever seen in Qingdao Palace.

I heard that he was a friend of the deceased emperor for a long time. Did you say we met on the battlefield?

It is said that in the past, he was a bit of a flying and crawling guru, but now he is introducing himself as just an old man in the back room.

Baekseon is a person in the position of an elder who advises on all matters related to the Taoist arts of Qingdao Palace.

He is a person whose mission is so serious that he is bestowed with an entire building called Paekseon Palace.

At least five or six military escorts are attached, and five maids are also attached. If necessary, each can increase to 10 people. It was a treatment equivalent to that of a high official of the third rank or higher.

However, the old man Baekseon refused all such hospitable hospitality and settled down in a simple place with only a court lady, an apprentice warrior, and a eunuch and a scribe.

All four of them were greetings that he personally picked.

“Even so, it’s good enough to eat with rice. As expected, you are better at cooking than Yeon-ri, Tae-pyeong-ah.”

“Oh, old man. Two words are nagging.”

Every month, the ladies of the court housewives are provided with court ladies to maintain dignity, but the person himself always wears a sloppy look, saying that it is a nuisance.

Even if the meal is not as good as the Sura table that goes up to the emperor, it is prepared so grandiosely that the upper legs shake, but the person himself refused and was a human who ate the root bark that grew inside and outside the palace.

Still, I wonder if there are times when I miss a meal… I would come out to the kitchen and steal my meal. It’s a day like today.

If you look at it like this, you are an inspiration whose mental world is unknown at the moment.

Still, his skills as a guru seemed to be in order.

“It seems that the methods prepared in the palace have been a bit messed up these days. Like wild animals like wild boars roaming around… and the illness of the hostess of the Blue Dragon Palace, the lady’s illness…”

“Certainly, it felt like the inside and outside of the palace were a bit messy. If there is a problem with the Jinbeop, isn’t it the responsibility of the elders? I’m worried…”

I poured the soup into my mouth.

At first, it was inconvenient to have a sick bed with a high-ranking official, but I was getting used to the easy-going old man’s attitude to some extent.

“As expected, wouldn’t it be better for the old man with the white line to come directly rather than me going to see it? I’m not very good at taoism or shamanism, am I?”

“Still, you taught me the basic pilotage. That’s enough. All you have to do is look around the state of the Jinbeop.”

“…”

Even so, isn’t it unreasonable to ask me to act as a substitute for one hundred royal courts?

Also, the place is the concubine. It wouldn’t be a big deal if there was a problem with the location where the crown prince was staying.

“I must be dealing with that little fox in the main palace.”

“…okay.”

Only then did I know why he was sending me. He is going to see Hwa-an, the civil servant of the main palace.

The bookkeeper Hwa-an was cunning and scheming, and was nicknamed Yoho (妖狐) who lived in the main palace.

He was a human being who stood at the opposite pole from the white-haired old man, who tried to solve everything roughly, and whose words and actions were completely unpredictable.

There must have been something wrong with the main palace. Otherwise, there is no way that a person like Hwa-an would try to meet an old man with white lines on his own.

“And considering the condition of the lady who was said to be ill… you might be more helpful than me.”

“…yes?”

“Well, it’s just a guess, but once you go, you’ll know.”

Saying that, the old man with white lines put some pieces of meat in his mouth and made fun of it.

– drooling

“Oh, old man with ringworm. You ate at the palace! I wish you would have told me in advance!”

After washing, Yeon-ri came into the kitchen with a small colander. There were miscellaneous household items in the colander.

“I’m cleaning my room right now. Shall I tidy it up right away?”

“No, it is. After we finish eating, we should go for a walk on Mt. Baeksak.”

Baeksaksan Mountain was a large mountain that spread out behind Cheongdo Palace.

A place that would take half a day for a stalwart man to climb, this master used to walk like a trail.

Because of this, the time to take them to and from the palace was different, so Yeon-ri, who was in charge of cleaning, was also having a hard time.

“Yeon-ri, you should eat now too. I should go to the concubine with Tae-pyeong before the sun goes down.”

“A concubine? Is it because of Jinbeop?”

“Yes, isn’t it too harsh to send a boy into the concubine alone?”

Yeon-ri nodded and put the colander next to the stove.

Then he looked at the food on the wooden table and hated it.

“…I’d rather starve.”

“Are you complaining about rice again? Yeki, this guy.”

“Jeyuk, or rice soup, or sometimes fried pork. Do you remember how many months I’ve been eating only this?!”

‘The men of Baekseon Palace don’t know that it’s the best food of the day.’

It was something Yeon-ri always lamented.

Apparently, the food here was harsh for Yeon-ri, the red-haired member of Baek Seon-gung.

According to Baekseon’s will, I often prepare rice, but usually it was pork meat, rice soup, or fried pork as a side dish.

weird…

The old man with ringworm always had a good feeling without complaint….

“It’s hard to cook, and it’s only a day or two to eat whatever they give you, you’ve been repeating the same diet for almost four months! I said I would rather cook and eat it myself if I left the food!”

“Oh hey, here we go again. Why do you do that when you know how luxurious it is to eat meat so often? I am very full.”

I said as I put rice and pork broth in the tableware.

“And what does it mean that the diet is always the same? Bean sprouts soup, radish soup, potato soup, spinach soup, water parsley soup, beef tallow soup, leek soup, zucchini soup, fish soup soup, bamboo shoot soup, and even pork soup… Even the high-ranking officials of the main palace cannot often eat such a variety of meals. Please don’t be picky.”

“Taepyeong, who thinks it’s all a different diet, is the most afraid of your way of thinking.”

*

There are only three cases in which a man can enter the harem, which is the forbidden area.

The first is when the man is from the imperial family.

The second is when the man is in charge of the professional work within the concubine. In this case, the men are all castrated eunuchs.

And the third is when a military officer has to visit because of the security work in the palace.

Castration weakens Yang energy, makes people more docile, and their appetite increases, so they gain weight easily.

It was impossible to create military officers who had to carry out tasks related to war and public order, and even then, they could not help with the security of the concubine… It was inevitable.

Because of that, most of the concubine ladies-in-waiting had feelings for the other party.

No matter how much it was for work purposes, it was a reason to be a little nervous when a military officer entered the concubine.

If you buy a useless misunderstanding, you could jump off the long-awaited career path of Cheongdo Palace.

Therefore, it is customary for a military officer to accompany one or two women from the outer palace. A man alone stands out too much.

This was the reason Baekseon the Elder gave Yeon-ri.

“Seol Nine in the concubine will be glad to see you.”

“Okay. I don’t think we’ll ever see each other.”

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The concubine is where Seolran, the older sister, belongs.

In the first place, the early part of the romance fantasy novel ‘Cheonryong Sonata’ is centered on the secret struggle between the crown princes of the concubine and the love story that blooms between them.

From my point of view, as a warrior belonging to Baek Seon-gung, it is difficult to observe the situation well. Because once you are away from the body.

Well, if you’re really hardened Seolran, you’ll do just fine.

Yeon-ri took the lead and tilted her head.

“By the way, I heard that the lady of the Blue Dragon Palace is suffering from a disease.. Is that also related to the problem of jinbeop?”

“…”

I’m in trouble.

If there was a problem with the spirit of Jinbeop surrounded by the concubine, and the sukbi’s body became dizzy, it was appropriate that the elder Baekseon came in person.

Even so, why did you send me, a mere apprentice warrior?

I couldn’t help but worry about it. The inspiration seems insignificant, but in the important parts there is always a sharp temper.

Looking up, it was the entrance to the concubine.

The soldier standing guard must have received a word from the elder Baekseon in advance, and as soon as he saw us, he greeted us first.

“Did you come to see how the hostess is doing?”

“yes? I am a warrior who came out to see the truth at Baekseon Palace.”

“Ah, yes… I heard… I was told that they would also check on the hostess’s condition.”

“…”

who is the hostess At the very least, the apprentice warrior of Baek Seon-goong is absolutely not a person who can be ‘confirmed’.

The Crown Prince of Qingdao usually has four wives, excluding concubines.

Usually, from an early age, a suitable girl is found and placed in the seat, but the method of selection is extremely lengthy and complex. Usually, it takes more than half a year to elect one person.

In this way, the four concubines take charge of each anchae within the huge concubine wall and begin to receive education as princesses.

Hyeonbi who rules Hyeonmu Palace in the northern part of the concubine.

Concubine who rules the Suzaku Palace in the south of the concubine.

A lady who governs the Blue Dragon Palace in the eastern part of the concubine.

Deokbi who rules the Palace of the White Tiger in the west of the concubine.

And, Gongnyeo Cheondo who rules the Cheonryongchae in the center of the concubine…

Yes. If you had to pick one of the most noble and noble among the women in the palace, it would be Gongnyeo Cheondo who has this concubine in her grasp.