A snow-white bird fell next to the Nanjia Water Pavilion, holding something in its beak.

Nan Aotian, who was called by his subordinates, held the strange bird in the palm of his hand, and carefully pulled out a heavy silver hairpin from the jade-like beak. The phoenix ornament on the hairpin head suddenly loosened and fell, revealing the edge of a roll of rough-edged paper.

The bird fluttered its wings, circled the cloister, and flew away in a graceful trajectory.

Nan Aotian's eyes sank, and he carefully put the phoenix ornament on and put the entire hairpin into the cuffs. Only when I returned to the study did I dare to open it carefully. The paper, as thin as a cicada's wings, was spread out to be a large piece of paper that was as close as the case, and a hand-drawn map was revealed.

Nan Aotian's hand that clung to the edge of the map trembled uncontrollably, lest he quickly sweep it over the map as if it was too late, and his old eyes, which were no longer clean because he had seen too much about the world, flashed with an unusually bright light, and that gaze revealed suppressed ecstasy, hidden excitement, and undisguised intention and greed.

"Yes, yes!" As his gaze trembled and moved across the map, the light in Nan Aotian's eyes became more and more urgent, and the part of paper held in his thumb had already shown painful wrinkles.

"The old man has been waiting for this day, and he has finally arrived." The middle-aged man with fiery eyes lowered his voice and reeled, tightening the piece of paper.

He pondered for a moment, deciding that it would be more appropriate to put the deadly thing back in its place.

So Nan Aotian picked up the hairpin again, but suddenly found that there was a line of small characters engraved on the bottom of the hairpin. His eyebrows twitched, and he looked around, quickly and discreetly putting everything away.

The lattice door of the flower hall opened, and Quan Fu saw Nan Aotian leave Nanfu in a hurry with a worried expression.

Wan Yan Min felt that he hadn't been to Nanqing Snow for a long time, and went to Jiaofang Hall to visit Concubine Xue at dinner.

Nan Qingxue heard Yan Min enter the hall after hearing the next person's announcement, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Wan Yan Min saw that Concubine Xue's belly was a lot bigger, and told her to rest more and work less, and ordered the maid to prepare a meal and have dinner with her.

After being full of wine and food, Nan Qingxue saw Yan Min sitting alone, looking lonely, and guessed that he was worried about Xuan's affairs. He motioned for the maid to stand down and stepped forward alone:

"Your Majesty, the queen mother and Aunt Ruhua have their own natural appearance, although the emperor misses his mother, he must also pay attention to the dragon body." Nan Qingxue said softly, carefully served a bowl of soothing tea, and sat next to Wan Yanmin.

Wan Yanmin was as indifferent as if he had seen an iceberg, as if he was thinking about something. His mind wandered a little, but he stared at a piece of torn fabric in his hand with a cold gaze, and looked at it with a strange pattern, which was obviously torn from someone's clothes, embroidered with strange patterns.

That kind of pattern is the kind that Wan Yanmin carried on those dead soldiers when he was attacked several times before, and it was exactly the word "nine" when he was carefully identified. It's just that the dead soldiers are uniformly black-faced in black clothes, but this placket is obviously white.

Nan Qingxue caught a glimpse of the placket and the pattern on it, and the tea in her hand shook twice for no reason.

Wan Yanmin noticed this slight fluctuation, and he put away the things in his hand and prepared to take the tea.

At this time, Nan Qingxue put down the tea and said unhappily: "The concubine serves with all her heart, and even has a dragon heir, but the emperor is still born in a piece of his sister's torn clothes. The emperor probably forgot whether his sister had made a heinous mistake. ”

Nan Qingxue looked a little annoyed, but she didn't dare to be excessive.

But Wan Yanmin raised the originally low-hanging phoenix eyes little by little, and a sharp cold light suddenly shot over: "Who do you say this dress belongs to?" ”

Nan Qingxue seemed to realize that Wan Yanmin's mood was wrong, so she hurriedly knelt down and said softly and weakly: "Your Majesty, the concubines don't know what scruples the emperor has about this dress, I just saw that Yue'er used to wear clothes with this pattern." However, I have only met once or twice. ”

"It's just one or two times, and of course such clothes with obvious signs will not be worn every day to show the world." The corners of Wan Yanmin's mouth curled into a sneer, and he muttered to himself coldly.

"Your Majesty, what did you say?" Nan Qingxue asked resignedly, pretending not to know.

The Nine Spirits Pavilion Master, who had been looking for several months, the mysterious woman, was actually the queen who had been by his side for a few months.

Nanyue, Nanyue, how many things do you still have that I don't know.

That woman, presumably, has been playing fools with him all along.

Nan Qingxue was trembling and kneeling, and was suddenly pulled closer by Wan Yanmin, she saw him drooping his cold eyelashes, and said slowly: "Xue'er, I only have you now, will you be like them, will you let me down?" ”

Wan Yanmin's seemingly intimate but not soft behavior made Nan Qingxue feel a sudden panic and nervousness.

"Does the emperor really think so?" Nan Qingxue's heart thumped, and her tone softened unconsciously.

"I was born a lonely widow and a vassal of thousands of people, but there was no one around me who knew me. Now that the whereabouts of the queen mother are unknown, life and death are uncertain, and you are the only one close to me. You two sisters, why is there such a big difference? ”

Nan Qingxue smiled in a panic, and said: "The concubine is Yue'er's sister, she brought the emperor a share of the pain, and she should have a share of the concubine, so let the concubine make up for it." No matter what, the concubines are always on the emperor's side. ”

After seeing Yan Min staring at her meaninglessly and being silent, he hurriedly added: "Father may have been blinded by Yue'er because of favoritism, and please don't blame the emperor." ”

"One person does things, one person is responsible. We will distinguish between public and private, and whoever it should belong to is who's it. The fault of the southern minister is nothing more than the fault of the goddaughter. As long as he remains loyal to the dynasty, I will naturally not be implicated indiscriminately. ”

Wan Yanmin stared at Nan Qingxue and smiled nonchalantly, helped her up and sat down, and pulled herself out of the chair, "Concubine Ai doesn't have to worry too much, take a good rest, I can't always be lazy here and disturb the child's innocence." ”

Wan Yanmin's movements were gentle, her gentle smile and handsome face suddenly made Nan Qingxue's heart confused, she was a little stupid for a while, and she didn't know how to react.

"It doesn't hurt for the emperor to stay a little longer." Nan Qingxue looked at the back of Wan Yan Min who had already strode away, and blurted out, but the man obviously didn't hear it. As Wan Yanmin's figure completely turned out of the Jiaofang Palace, she gently beat her chest that was rising and falling rapidly due to panic, and retreated to her seat with a heavy heart.

Nan Qingxue fell on the coffee table with half of her body, and did not let the maid serve, and poured white water into her mouthful. Her heart was beating hard, and a twisted smile rose into her mouth.

Until the teapot dried up and couldn't squeeze out a drop of water, a stream of tears ran down the smooth face.