On the way to the pantry, Xue Hainiang had a lot of thoughts in her heart, she was used to figuring out the minds of others, almost the instinct of when she was in a high position in her previous life, and now, the extraordinary intersection between Beichen Xu and Nan Shuke will be noticed by anyone with a discerning eye, not to mention her reincarnation and a cautious person.

Xuan Pavilion has not seen visitors all day long, Nan Shuke, as the king of Qinghui who gave the throne of Chan, and the blood relatives of His Majesty who have known each other since childhood, his noble identity is so that he is always on the cusp.

And Beichen Xu, the former emperor of the Northern Dynasty, was sent to the proton of the Southern Dynasty for some reason more than ten years ago......

More than ten years ago——

Xue Hainiang's steps were sluggish, and her gray pupils were faintly visible.

According to sporadic memories, Nan Shuke entered the Northern Dynasty at the age of seven as a hostage, and ten years later, the Son of Heaven of the Southern Dynasty ransomed Nan Shuke, who was only ten years old, to the court with the Qinmen Pass. Beichen Xu was defeated by the Northern Dynasty fourteen years ago, and the Emperor of the Northern Dynasty sent him to the Southern Dynasty as a hostage as the deposed emperor.

Therefore, it is not impossible for Beichen Xu and Nan Shuke to know each other and cherish each other in the four years of the Northern Dynasties.

However, it has been a long time since Nan Shuke returned to the dynasty from the border, and she has been serving in the Xuan Pavilion for nearly a month. Could it be that today is indeed the first time that Nan Shuke and Beichen Xu have talked to each other......

Suspicious, Xue Hainiang had already gone to the pantry.

The palace people have always been harsh on protons, and this has always been the case in all dynasties. Yes, it also makes Beichen Xu have no habit of drinking tea. And this pantry has gradually become a place that no one visits.

Xue Hainiang skillfully stretched out her hand to the two-grid box at the bottom of the red pear wood, took out Pu'er, and inertly put it in the tea drain, but when she raised her hand, she froze, and a smile arc rose between her lips, and then she put Pu'er back in its place, and took out another tea block from under the two-grid box.

When Xue Hainiang was about to present the cooked tea, there was an uninvited guest in the pantry at some point.

"It's really hairy, even cooking a pot of tea is so inkblotted, I don't know how Concubine Xiao pointed you to serve His Royal Highness......" The mellow and slightly magnetic voice resounded, echoing in the narrow and quiet pantry, which was particularly clear.

Xue Hainiang pursed her lips, her demonic eyes swept helplessly, and then she turned around and raised her chin slightly, her eyes shining at the man who was leaning on the vermilion lacquer pillar in the pantry with his arms crossed.

"Your Highness hasn't spoken yet, why are you pointing fingers? The slave maid saw that Lin Yan Gongzi had time to come here, presumably His Highness and the prince didn't need many people to serve there. Xue Hainiang smiled provocatively, although she regarded herself as a lowly maid, but there was no humble posture between her words.

Lin Yan turned his head and looked at the snow outside the court, with his arms crossed, casual and casual, as if he disdained to be more serious with a woman.

Xue Hainiang secretly rolled her eyes, only to feel that Lin Yan's noble posture of pretending to be a gentleman was extremely funny, just like an ignorant teenager who had not reached the crown.

Xue Hainiang was slender, holding the tea set and the cooked tea soup and shuttling to Lin Yan's side slightly, and did not say hello to the young man who pretended to be a gentleman, but turned back the same way, and asked the young man to look at her and hum that she didn't know what to say and didn't keep her dignity.

And she is also accustomed to seeing Lin Yan speak ill of each other with the attitude of a master, walking lightly, calmly and leisurely.

When Xue Hainiang returned to the original place according to the original way, she did not see Beichen Xu and Nan Jiuxi, and after a little sleepiness, she came to her senses, and then she was secretly annoyed......

Thinking that Beichen Xu and Nan Shuke didn't know where to move to talk to each other, they called Lin Yan to the pantry to tell each other.

It was really difficult to hold the tea set and tea soup, Xue Hainiang inspected for a while, and then walked to the pavilion and rested the tea set and tea soup on the square table covered with a warm blanket.

Estimating a cup of tea, the sound of heavy and powerful footsteps finally came from his ears, followed by the familiar voice, "How is it? No matter how fast you go, if I don't know where your Royal Highness and King Qinghui are, what can you do but wait here?"

Xue Hainiang subconsciously followed the prestige when she heard the voice, and her lips rose with a smile that tended to be flattering, and Lin Yan shivered, twitched the corners of her mouth and said: "I have known you for a long time, but your current appearance really makes me panic." ”

Xue Hainiang picked up the black silk nanmu tea house, the cooked tea was still warm from the hot pit, and the tea set was at the mercy of a staggered arrangement.

Wan Er smiled, "The slave maid knows that there is no Lord Lin Yan to tell her, and there is no other way but to wait for the slave and maid endlessly. It's just that Lord Lin Yan is here now, so I ask Lord Lin Yan to let me know, where His Royal Highness and His Royal Highness King Qinghui are talking about the past. ”

Lin Yan sneered, glanced at the flattering and respectful person with great disdain and contempt, shook the wide swing of the mink cloak, and strode away.

Xue Hainiang covered her lips and snickered, and the pear vortex on her peach cheeks was shallow, which was beautiful and confusing.

This place is covered in silver and embellished with sporadic red.

A black and ebony square table rests on the carved railing at the nine-song cloister, you can see the frost and white snow on the craggy rockery when you look up, under the carved railing, you can see the slender red plum in the pavilion between the intervals, the red petals are embellished with sporadic frost and snow, it is delicate and lovely.

On both sides of the black Nanmu square, the two fairy-like men sat opposite each other, a plain and elegant white robe that does not eat the fireworks of the world, and the first moon Shu brocade Su embroidered orchid grass brocade robe was born noble, and a smile was invisibly elegant and noble.

Xue Hainiang stepped forward with the tea seat, blessed her body and said: "The slave maid has seen His Royal Highness Beichen, His Royal Highness King Qinghui, and the two Royal Highnesses Wanfu Jin'an. ”

Nan Shuke glanced sideways from her beautiful jade face for only a second, and smiled lightly, "Your Highness Beichen and I are both people who don't like to be polite, and you don't have to do this great gift when there is no one in the future." ”

Xue Hainiang got up, bowed her head slightly, and then put the tea seat on the end of the black nanmu, deliberately separated from the black nanmu chessboard above the square table, and her eyes subconsciously crossed the chessboard, but she had already taken it all into her eyes.

On the chessboard with clear boundaries, the white pear wood and the red pear flower each occupy one end of the chessboard, and the white pear wood and the red pear wood are all inscribed by the thick ink dragon flying phoenix dance.

Beichen Xu holds the white pear Muzi, Nan Shuke holds the red pear Muzi, the two of them occasionally look at each other, both have thin lips and smile, but there is hostility in their eyes that should not be underestimated.

Xue Hainiang frowned almost subconsciously, thinking that although she Xue Hainiang was not proficient in chess, she could be regarded as a little bit of knowledge, but this kind of chess game at the mercy of the situation was the first time I had seen it.

Xue Hainiang did not reveal her confusion on her face, only raised her hand to make tea, and respectfully served it to the side of Nan Shuke's sleeve, and the afterglow could still glimpse the orchid grass embroidery known as a gentleman.

The lips rose, and the voice of Jiao Ying's first chirp overflowed from between her lips, "Your Royal Highness has never liked to drink tea, and the coarse tea and rough water please don't be surprised." ”