Nan Baoyi was stunned.

Shen Jiang glanced at the lost Shen Yichao again: "Ah Chao is eager to solve the case, and he is slightly at fault, so he doesn't have to take it to heart." At your age, even if you take the wrong path, you can turn back. ”

Shen Yichao's heart warmed, and he bowed down: "Thank you, aunt......"

At this time, he didn't know that once he took the wrong road, he couldn't turn back.

……

In the afternoon, Nan Baoyi dressed up carefully and took a long-eaves car to the palace.

But in front of the palace gate, he was stopped by Xiao Yi.

The girl rolled up the bamboo curtain.

There was a fine snow outside, and His Royal Highness the young prince, with snowflakes on the tips of his hair, and his dark red official robe set off a little pale on Yingjun's deep face, he lost his anger, leaving only gentleness.

Nan Baoyi whispered: "Are you sick?" ”

His face had never been so pale.

Xiao Yi said lightly: "It's not a serious illness. You want to go into the palace to see her? ”

Nan Baoyi raised his head and looked at this majestic and ancient palace.

She nodded, "I want to see you." ”

She was his mother, and the imperial sister-in-law was also forced to death by her.

She wanted to find out what kind of woman Shen Jiang was.

There is no need to worry about safety, Shen Jiang once swept through the world, and with her pride, she would never use small tricks to kill her in the palace.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to her: "I'll accompany you for a ride." ”

Nan Baoyi looked hesitantly at his outstretched hand.

Last time on the winter solstice, it was obviously unhappy, but in the face of his slightly pale face, Nan Baoyi couldn't say anything cruel no matter what.

She placed her little hand in his palm.

She was helped out of the carriage by Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took the paper umbrella handed by the lotus leaf and entered the palace with Nan Baoyi.

The palace alley is long.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of falling snow.

Qingming under the umbrella, Nan Baoyi raised his head and saw that most of the paper umbrellas were tilted towards her, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on his shoulders, which made Lang Jun's face as white as jade, and even his thin lips lost a little blood.

Nan Baoyi pursed her lips and suddenly grabbed Xiao Yi's hand holding the umbrella.

She leaned closer to him.

She whispered, "The paper umbrella is big, you don't have to take care of me all the time." ”

Xiao Yiwan suddenly stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.

Nan Baoyi's pupils dilated slightly.

She was tightly locked in his arms, smelling the fragrance of the clear mountains and rivers, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

This guy ......

It's really good at climbing up the pole.

Xiao Yi sent her all the way outside Fengyi Palace.

He shoved the handle of the umbrella into her hand and admonished, "I'll just wait here, and if anything happens, just call me out loud." ”

Nan Baoyi looked at his nervous expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

His expression was very similar to that of a parent who sends his child to the academy for the first time, and he always has to stand outside the academy gate for a long time, lest his children will not be able to adapt to the unfamiliar academy.

After laughing, she put on a small face and nodded solemnly: "Dada, the child has written it down." ”

Many children call their father "Dada" when they like to be spoiled.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

This little girl, who has never seen the rows of human heads hanging on the city tower, does not know how terrible Shen Jiang is, and dares to joke with him, she is really dead and stubborn.

However, his nervousness was gone.

He reached out and gathered her cloak.

He suddenly leaned over, leaned into her ear, and whispered viciously: "I like to call Dada so much, change Ming'er on the bed, and let Jiaojiao cry and cry and call Dada......"

Nan Baoyi's little face was hot in an instant.

But I've read the book, those men are very bad, they like their wives and concubines in the boudoir bed, and call them Dada when they beg for mercy, and they are not ashamed!

She glared at Xiao Yi shyly, turned around and ran into Fengyi Palace with a crimson face.

Xiao Yi hooked his thin lips and slowly straightened up.

He dusted off the snow on his shoulders, picked a palace eaves to avoid the snow, and waited patiently for others.

Nan Baoyi was led into the inner hall by the palace maid. Swift Reading.com

Through the bead curtain, a female official raised her food index to silence her voice, and said in a low voice: "Niangniang is still taking a nap, Nan Xiaoniang is sitting here and waiting for a while." ”

Nan Baoyi had to sit down.

Fortunately, the palace maid did not embarrass her, and prepared a plate of flower cake and a pot of flower tea for her.

Soft fragrant cake, white sugar cake, chestnut cake, apricot cheese, steamed ice cream, in the lotus leaf celadon plate pieced together into the shape of peach blossoms, the color is as white as snow, dyed a little carmine like peach blossoms, delicate and pleasing to the eye.

Nan Baoyi took a small bite of chestnut cake and drank half a cup of hot flower tea.

The flower tea fried in snowflakes is full of sweetness and has an endless aftertaste.

She couldn't help but secretly say that there are many people in high and powerful positions, but most of them are burdened by power, but this Queen Shen is a person who can enjoy it very well.

Thinking so, she turned her head to look inside the bead curtain.

Empress Shen took a nap on the chaise longue.

She curled up and slept, her hands in the shape of a rope.

Nan Baoyi is strange.

Before Kaosi was affiliated with the Yamen, she had read in the dossier that a person's personality had something to do with his sleeping position.

Curling up and sleeping like Empress Shen means that she is very insecure.

If her hands are in the shape of a rope, it means that she is possessive, or she is desperate for something but cannot ask for it.

She is the queen of power, how can she be insecure?

What is it that makes her ask for nothing?

The bead curtain is swaying.

The fragrance of flowers is pervasive.

Shen Jiang curled up, immersed in sleep.

In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the peach blossoms are fragrant and the spring water is rippling.

The girl combed her hair in a bun and held a sugar gourd in her hand, and walked lightly through the lively bluestone slab long street.

Her father forced her to marry the son of heaven, but she didn't obey and secretly came to Jiangnan.

Across the river from the smoke and rain on the willow bank, there is a plain-clothed pianist sitting on the piano, he wears a white fox mask, the sound of the piano is melodious, provoking the chirping of swallows, and the young children hide behind the willow tree and listen intoxicated.

Just a song.

She applauded: "You played so well!" ”

The young violinist picked up the guqin and looked at her through the white fox mask, and his voice was mellow: "Thank you." ”

"Your accent is not like that of Jiangnan, where are you the pianist?"

The pianist smiled: "In Jiangnan, it is the qinist in Jiangnan." ”

The girl's eyebrows crooked: "It turns out that you are also a poor wandering person, and it just so happens that I have nowhere to go, the way ahead, you and I go together, okay?" ”

……

"Yikes!"

Nan Baoyi didn't pay attention and knocked over the glass teacup.

The sound of the cup breaking is like a golden iron horse.

Inside the bead curtain, Shen Jiang's eyebrows were frowning, and fine cold sweat quietly broke out on his sideburns.

Dark shadows and heavy rain.

Jinling City in the south of the Yangtze River, the sky is dark and the black clouds are pressing the city, the shore of the lake is stormy, the water droplets are whirling fiercely on the lotus leaves, and the willows are trembling in fear in the wind.

"You let him go, I will agree to any conditions, let him go!"

The girl cried out hoarsely.

The laughter of the man in black terrified her.

Her hands were filthy.

The black rain washed everything, but it couldn't wash away her filth.

……

"This glass flower pot looks very expensive, if you break this one, you can't use the whole set, right?"

Nan Baoyi thought about it in pieces, and watched apologetically as the palace maids picked up the pieces.

Inside the bead curtain, Shen Jiang opened his eyes.

Wake up from a dream.

Surrounded by splendor, she is still the high Queen Shen.

She sat up slowly, looking coldly at Nan Baoyi, who was clumsy outside the bead curtain.

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Xiao Yi: Call Dad