The music sounded.

Xiao Zi lazily sat on the precious white tiger skin cushion, holding the jade chopstick in one hand, and tapping the wine cup quite leisurely.

The elixir and jade brew in the wine cup are of different heights, and he plays a gentle and mournful music.

He hummed a nursery rhyme, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of playfulness.

As Xiao Yi killed the tiger, the jade chopstick snapped, interrupting the little song.

"Jade shattered ......"

Xiao Zizhong tilted his head and smiled.

In the middle of the field, Xiao Yi knelt on one knee, his left arm dripping with blood.

It's just a matter of bare hands, but wearing handcuffs and leg cuffs, plus he didn't eat yesterday, and he faced the lion and the tiger two times in a row, he couldn't burst out with the strength he should have.

Although he won, violent shouts rang out in all directions.

It was the Hu businessmen who were betting heavily on the Tiger to win who were insulting Xiao Yi in foreign languages.

Nan Baoyi whispered to the steward: "Take it down." In the past half month, he is not allowed to arrange events. ”

"This is distressing?" Xiao Zi drank the wine in the cup and laughed, "It's a pity that your love for Xiao Daoyan is just a plaything-like confinement and possession." I heard that he used to love you very much, but I think he really paid it wrong. Nan-sama, your love is as disgusting as my mother's. ”

He threw away the white jade wine cup: "Go back to the palace." ”

Nan Baoyi watched him go away, and gave his hand indifferently: "Congratulations to Your Highness." ”

She is no longer afraid to bear the name of the wicked.

Even, that's what she wants.

……

The wind and snow are howling, and the nine-fold palace is towering and scattered.

Xiao Zi stepped into Yikun Palace again.

The dormitory is as warm as spring, and there are more than a dozen newly blooming bright peonies in the wide-mouth vase on the flower table.

The tall Queen Shen, combing a peony bun, wearing a light skirt, holding a long peacock tail feather, is teasing the cat.

Xiao Zizhong didn't salute either, and leaned coldly beside the bead curtain: "Erchen has seen the second emperor brother." ”

Shen Jiang listened but didn't listen.

She watched the cat jump up and play with its feathers, and couldn't help but show a girlish and innocent smile, and amused: "Good, jump higher, jump higher......"

"Erchen also saw Ning'er."

"Ah, why did the cat get its tail dirty?"

Shen Jiang squatted down in surprise, took the cat into his arms, and carefully stroked its snow-white tail stained with a little charcoal ash.

"Bang!"

Xiao Zi flicked his sleeves and flipped over the vase without any scruples.

The vase smashed to the ground, the gorgeous peony was cut by the white porcelain, the petals were entrusted, and the air suddenly added a rich and sweet floral fragrance.

Xiao Zizhong paused word by word: "Listen to me." ”

The dormitory is silent, and the needle drop can be heard.

The palace ladies held their breath and hung their heads deeply in fear.

Shen Jiang hugged the cat and slowly raised his eyes.

Xiao Zizhong's eyes were red, and he walked into the bead curtain step by step: "Back then, you promised your son, as long as your son no longer sees Ning'er, you will let her go." But what have you done now? You sent Ning'er to the Sect Division...... She is a noble girl, and she has been spoiled since she was a child, how can you humiliate her so much? You've even killed Qingyang! I returned to Beijing to attend Qingyang's wedding, but now I can only attend Qingyang's first seven! ”

Shen Jiang sat on the chaise longue.

She stroked the frightened cat in her arms, and her phoenix eyes picked at the cold: "Xiao Zizhong, I haven't seen you for two years, this is your attitude towards the palace?" ”

"Qingyang is my sister, and Ning'er is my childhood sweetheart!"

"Hongu is your mother!"

Mother and son confronted each other, and each did not give in.

After a long time, Shen Jiang said: "Allowing Wen Zhining to live until now is an extra blessing from this palace." If you want her to come out of the Teaching Workshop Division, you can, but you have to marry Zhao Jinghong. ”

"Erchen doesn't love her."

"If you don't love it, you have to marry. The Zhao family is very important, if you want to sit firmly in the East Palace, you must have the support of the strong Yue family. ”

"Erchen doesn't want to enter the East Palace."

The cat in his arms fluttered and began to bark impatiently.

Shen Jiang let go of the cat and dusted off his skirt coldly: "Think about Wen Zhining." ”

Xiao Zi clenched his fists heavily.

It turned out that the queen mother left Ning'er, not an extrajudicial grace.

It's to be able to use her to pinch him today.

It turned out that two years ago, she had calculated what was going on today.

The hall was as warm as spring, but there was a bone-chilling chill that spread along the young man's tailbone.

He looked at Shen Jiang, and Qingyue's young voice was hoarse: "Queen Mother, the seal of the East Palace is stained with the blood of the eldest brother and Qingyang, and the sons dare not take it." ”

He turned away indifferently.

The female officer knelt on the ground and pounded Shen Jiang's calf.

She said softly: "Your Highness is young and vigorous, and he still doesn't understand the benefits of power. ”

Shen Jiang closed his eyes: "If it weren't for the fact that he looked more like the Shen family, why would this palace carry him?" ”

After a pause, she suddenly said, "What do you think, how do the children of the Shen family compare with the children of the royal family?" ”

The female officer hung her head.

Although the movements in his hands are still the same, his heart is shocked.

Could it be that Niangniang not only wants to be the emperor, but also wants to make the son of the Shen family the crown prince?

This is ridiculous.

She said respectfully: "The great man of the Shen family is good at leading troops to fight, but he is not good at balancing the court. Although the Shen family's Xiaolangjun is resourceful, he is too noble and arrogant. The slave maid thought that the children of the Shen family were not as good as the mother's own children. ”

Shen Jiang glanced at her.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth and didn't say anything more.

……

The snow in Chang'an City stretches endlessly.

Nan Baoyi secretly took Xiao Yi back to Nanfu.

He was injured, and she wanted him to have a good environment to recuperate.

The girl was like a thief, poked her head out of the verandah and looked left and right, and saw that there was no maid, so she turned around and beckoned, signaling Xiao Yi to follow.

Xiao Yi's face was ugly.

The Nan family is also his home, but he came back and saw the light so badly, what's the matter?

Nan Baoyi saw that he had a cold face, so he had to step forward and hold his arm: "Second brother doesn't know, because Ah Weak was taken to the house by me to raise, so my grandmother was very angry, and I was angry with you." ”

After all, in the eyes of his grandmother, Ah Weak is the child of the second brother and his concubine.

She has children from her ex-husband and concubine, what's the matter?

In the future, people think she is carrying an oil bottle.

Xiao Yi pressed her against the wall and looked down at her with an unkind gaze: "Could it be that your family still wants to marry you to another man?" ”

Before Nan Baoyi could answer, a burst of chanting suddenly came from the opposite side of the verandah.

The two looked over, and Nan Guang walked around with the hem of his robe in one hand.

He dragged Nan Baoyi, pointed at Xiao Yi and scolded: "You stay away from Jiaojiao!" ”

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

He, the old man, actually came back from Shengjing.

Come back, come back, and look like a cockfighter.

He clearly remembered that when he first arrived in Chang'an, this guy had affectionately called him his son-in-law.

Nanguang took Nan Baoyi to the side, and said with a tiger face: "He is now a prisoner, a slave, what are you entangled with him?!" Jiaojiao, you have a great future, you can't be confused! ”

Nan Baoyi looked back.

The second brother was dressed in short brown clothes, tied in a ponytail with a simple strip of black cloth, and still wore shackles on his feet, which symbolized his status as a slave.