Nan Baoyi frowned fiercely.

Queen Shen ordered the mandarin duck spectrum in order to separate her relationship with her second brother.

She pointed it out to Xiao Sui, but Queen Shen chose such a Wei family maid to give to her second brother, making it clear that she was deliberately humiliating him!

She was about to speak, but Queen Shen tucked the corners of the quilt and couldn't say anything: "You take care of your injuries." ”

She walked straight away.

A drizzle fell outside the temple.

In the sound of the rain, Nan Baoyi heard his heart beating hard.

She could not accept such an arrangement......

She covered her wounds, carefully propped up the brocade quilt and got down, and was staggering to walk outside the bead curtain, when she suddenly noticed something abnormal.

She looked up.

Separated by a curtain, the lights are bright.

In the outer hall, Emperor Xiao Yu didn't know when he appeared.

He was in a hurry, but he didn't have time to put on his coat and hat, his snow-white clothes were wet with rain, and the undulating water stains spread on the edge of his robe, like a landscape map drawn by spring rain.

His face was pale and he stared at Empress Shen quietly.

Empress Shen looked at him, her expression still the same.

The palace maids seemed to be accustomed to the confrontation between the emperor and the queen, and they all hung their heads and held their breath.

After a long time, a layer of mist appeared in the emperor's reddened phoenix eyes.

He propped up his thin body and walked in front of Shen Jiang.

Nan Baoyi remembers that when he first saw him, he was weak and idle.

But at this moment, a strong and domineering gloomy aura suddenly burst out around him, like a dark cloud covering the entire side hall, making people think in a trance that he was not the cowardly and inactive emperor who was ridiculed by the family.

He hoarsely said, "Sister Huang, how did you die?" ”

Empress Shen pulled her lips coldly.

It seemed that she was not used to Xiao Yu like this, she quietly took a half step back, quietly distanced herself from him, and said lightly: "The concubine doesn't know. ”

Xiao Yu pressed step by step: "She is your best friend for many years, and she is a sister who travels with you to study." Shen Jiang, you have a lot of hatred to come at me, why do you want to attack the imperial sister?! Zizhong and Qingyang are not enough, how many more people do you have to harm?! ”

"I didn't—"

Before Shen Jiang finished speaking, he was pinched by Xiao Yu's cheeks.

His finger bones are slender, and even if he has been sick and weak for many years, his strength is still amazing.

Shen Jiang was forced to stand on tiptoe, tilted her head high to meet him, the pain in her cheeks made her cry of reason, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't even pronounce a syllable.

Cold tears fell on the back of Xiao Yu's hand.

She struggled, and the folding fan hidden in her arms fell to the ground with a "snap".

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and looked.

The folding fan was badly broken, and the mountains and rivers were vaguely visible on the silk cloth.

It was the handwriting of the imperial sister.

It is a wedding gift given to Ah Jiang by the royal sister.

His eyes reddened and he slowly let go of his hand.

Shen Jiang covered his cheeks with red fingerprints, took two steps back in embarrassment, and didn't dare to look directly at Xiao Yu at this moment.

Xiao Yu covered his mouth with a handkerchief, tilted his head and coughed violently and weakly.

He clenched his handkerchief: "The death of the imperial sister must be explained." ”

Shen Jiang was silent and nodded slightly.

Xiao Yu didn't seem to be able to support his body, so he didn't stay any longer, and staggered towards the wind and rain outside the hall.

The palace maids hurriedly stepped forward to support Shen Jiang, but were pushed away by Shen Jiang.

Shen Jiang leaned over and picked up the folding fan. happy

Nan Baoyi could only see her back, heard her voice as if she was laughing and crying, and asked in a hoarse voice: "At this time, do you still want to protect me?" Xiao Panyu, Xiao Panyu, why do you still want to protect me? ”

The side hall was silent for a long time.

When the night rain gradually stopped, Shen Jiang put the folding fan into his arms and left here.

Nan Baoyi sat back on the couch in a daze.

The emperor was not as weak as she imagined, there seemed to be another soul living in his body, and when that power burst out, even Empress Shen would tremble.

The relationship between the emperor and the queen really made her incomprehensible.

However, now is not the time to worry about the relationship between the emperor and the queen.

She thought about the two marriages, and she didn't understand what to do.

She collapsed on the soft rosewood couch in large characters, and pulled the brocade quilt over her head in a tangled way.

……

Just when Nan Baoyi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Shen Yichao took Empress Yizhi and returned to Shen's house.

The courtyard was darkly lit.

Because he couldn't be interested during this time, Chu Chu suspected that he had raised a fox spirit outside, and quarreled with him many times, he was forced to ask, smashed a cup, Chu Chu lost his temper, and simply took the maidservant back to his parents' house yesterday.

Shen Yichao pushed away the fan.

Outside the window, the clouds cover the moon, and the light and shadow of the bedroom are dim.

The attendant apologized: "The little one forgot that the young lady had already returned to her parents' house, so she didn't arrange a maid to serve her." It's really not like the black light in this room, so the small one will give you the light. ”

Shen Yichao said lightly: "No need, just step down." ”

The attendants noticed that he was in a bad mood tonight, and had to retreat for fear of disturbing his purity.

Shen Yichao closed the door.

He fumbled his way to the lampstand, took out the fire fold from his bosom, and was about to turn on the lamp, when a brass chandelier burst out of the corner and burst into flames, and the whole house was lit up.

The sound of flipping books sounded.

Shen Yichao looked up, a young man wearing dark sleeves, with a golden crown in his hair, sitting quietly behind the bookcase, looking through his handbook.

The man's face is cold and beautiful, the eyebrow bones and the bridge of the nose are very high, the skin under the light is fair, and the bones reveal inviolable nobility.

Shen Yichao's face was expressionless: "Why are you in my house?" ”

Xiao Yi slowly flipped through the handwriting: "Shen Xiaolangjun is a handful, the gold and stone are the bones, and the mountains and forests are wonderful, which is really a masterpiece." It's a pity that your character is not worthy of this handwriting. ”

Shen Yichao: "I don't understand what you mean." ”

Xiao Yi closed the handbook, a smile on his lips, and there was no warmth in his eyes: "The death of the eldest princess and the prince of Zhenguo, Shen Xiaolangjun has made great efforts......

His gaze moved downwards and landed on Shen Yichao's wide sleeves.

In the snow-white wide sleeves, a corner of the bright yellow silk is faintly exposed, which is the scroll of the queen's decree brought out of the palace.

Xiao Yi's smile revealed a thick sarcasm: "Such an obedient good dog, I don't know what Empress Shen has rewarded you?" ”

Shen Yichao's face was ugly: "Xiao Daoyan, pay attention to your wording!" ”

With a "snap", Xiao Yi threw the handbook to the ground.

He got up with a smile and approached Shen Yichao step by step: "It's true that this king is wrong, wild dogs still have feelings, Shen Xiaolangjun is unkind, it's really not as good as wild dogs." ”

"Xiao Daoyan—"

"Bang!"

Xiao Yi made a move, and with one punch, he knocked Shen Yichao to the ground.

He was condescending, nailed with riveted black military boots, and kicked Shen Yichao hard one after another: "What this king regrets the most is that he didn't kill you in Jinguan City!" Shen Yichao, what are you, huh? You tell the king, what are you?! ”

The attendant heard the movement in the house and hurriedly pushed the door open.

The young prince, with his black robe and wide sleeves, hunted and flew away.

The sharp and beautiful Danfeng eyes were red and bloodshot, like a violent demon born in the dark.