After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Chapter 744: Fingering her hands, extremely dirty

Nan Baoyi was shocked.

Shen Jiang glanced at the lost Shen Yichao again: "Achao is eager to solve the case and has a slight mistake. Don't take it to heart. At your age, even if you go the wrong way, you can turn back."

Shen Yichao's heart warmed and bowed his hands: "Thank you aunt..."

At this time, he didn't know that if he took the wrong path, 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, Xiao Yi stopped him.

The girl rolled up the bamboo curtain.

There was fine snow falling outside, the young prince, with rustling snowflakes on his hair, and the dark red official robes that paled the bright and brilliant face of the hero. He restrained his hostility, leaving only gentleness.

Nan Baoyi whispered, "Are you sick?"

His face has never been so pale.

Xiao Yi said indifferently: "It's not a serious illness. Are you going to see her in the palace?"

Nan Baoyi looked up at this majestic and ancient palace.

She nodded: "I want to see."

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

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

There is no need to worry about safety. Shen Jiang has swept across the country, and with her pride, she will never use small tricks to kill her in the palace.

Xiao Yi reached out to her: "I will accompany you for a walk."

Nan Baoyi hesitantly looked at the hand he stretched over.

Last winter solstice, it was clear that he left without joy, but Nan Baoyi couldn't say anything cruel when confronted with his slightly pale face.

She put her little hand on his palm.

She was helped out of the carriage by Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took the paper umbrella handed by He Ye and entered the palace with Nan Baoyi.

The palace lanes are long and continuous.

The surroundings are silent, only the sound of Xueluo.

Under the umbrella, Nan Baoyi raised her head and saw that most of the paper umbrella was leaning towards her. A thin layer of snow accumulated on his shoulders, making Lang Jun’s face white as jade, even his thin lips were missing. Divide blood.

Nan Baoyi pursed her small mouth, and suddenly took Xiao Yi's umbrella hand.

She leaned closer to him.

She whispered: "The paper umbrella is so big, you don't have to look at me all the time."

Xiao Yi smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.

Nan Baoyi's pupils were slightly enlarged.

She was tightly locked in his arms, smelling the scent of the clear mountains and rivers, 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 to Fengyi's palace.

He stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand and exhorted, "I'll just wait here. If there is anything, just call me out loud."

Looking at his nervous expression, Nan Baoyi couldn't help but chuckle.

His expression was very similar to the parents who sent their children to the academy for the first time. They always had to stand outside the academy for a long time, lest their children could not adapt to the strange academy.

After smiling, she straightened her face and nodded pretentiously: "Dada, I'll take it down, boy."

Many children like to call their father "Dada" when acting like a baby.

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow.

This little girl, who had never seen the rows of heads hanging on the tower, didn't know the horror of Shen Jiang, and even dared to make jokes with him. She was really unchanging and stubborn.

However, his tension disappeared.

He reached out and closed the cloak for her.

Suddenly he leaned over, leaned to her ear, and whispered badly: "I like to call Dada like this, change my bed, let Jiaojiao cry Dada..."

Nan Baoyi's face was hot instantly.

I have read the script, those men are very bad, they like their wives and concubines in the bed of the boudoir, calling them Dada when begging for mercy, it is not ashamed!

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

Xiao Yi hooked his thin lips and slowly stood up straight.

He dusted the falling snow on his shoulders, picked up a snow shelter, and waited patiently for others.

Nan Baoyi was led into the inner hall by a court lady.

Behind the bead curtain, a female officer raised her food instructions to silence, and said in a low voice: "Niang Niang is still taking a nap, Nan Xiao Niangzi sits here and waits for a while."

Nan Baoyi had to take a seat.

Fortunately, the maid did not embarrass her, she also prepared a dish of flower cake and a pot of flower tea for her.

Soft fragrant cakes, white sugar cakes, chestnut cakes, apricot cheese, and steamed ice cream cakes are put together in a lotus leaf celadon plate to form a peach blossom shape. The color is white like snow, dyed with a little carmine like peach blossoms, exquisite and pleasing to the eye.

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

The fried scented tea with snowflakes is full of sweetness and endless aftertaste.

She couldn't help but secretly said that there are many high-ranking and powerful people, but most of them are tired of power, but this empress Shen is a person who will enjoy it very much.

Thinking about this, she tilted her head and looked into the bead curtain.

Queen Shen sleeps in the morning on the chaise couch.

She curled up to sleep, her hands in rope shape.

Nan Baoyi is strange.

Before Kao Si Li Yamen, she had read in the dossier that the personality of a person had something to do with sleeping posture.

Sleeping curled up like Queen Shen means that she is very insecure.

The hands are like objects, it means that she is possessive, or she is lonely and can't ask for something.

She is the queen with all the power, how could she feel insecure?

What is it that she can't ask for it?

The bead curtain flicks lightly.

The fragrance of flowers pervades.

Shen Jiang curled up, immersed in his sleep.

In March, the south of the Yangtze River is full of peach blossoms, and spring water is surging.

The young girl combed her double-bun, holding a candied haw, lightly walking through the lively bluestone long street.

Her father forced her to marry the emperor Dang Chao, but she refused to follow her and ran to Jiangnan secretly.

On the banks of the willows across the misty rain, a Suyi luthier sits and plays the piano. He wears a white fox mask. The sound of the piano is pleasing to the ear. The swallows provoke the chirping. Young children hide behind the willows and listen in intoxication.

Just one song.

She applauded: "You play really well!"

The young luthier picked up the guqin and looked at her through a white fox mask, with a gentle voice: "Thank you."

"Your accent is not like a Jiangnanese, where do you come from?"

The piano master smiled: "In Jiangnan, you are the piano master in Jiangnan."

The girl's eyebrows were crooked: "So you are also a wandering poor person, and I just have nowhere to go. The way forward, you and I will go together, okay?"

...

"Yeah!"

Nan Baoyi didn't pay attention and overturned the glass tea cup.

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

Inside the bead curtain, Shen Jiang frowned, and a fine cold sweat broke out from his temples.

The black shadows are pouring down.

In Jinling City in the south of the Yangtze River, the sky is dark and dark clouds are pressing down the city, the lake shore is gusty and rainy.

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

The girl shouted hoarse.

The laughter of the man in black scared her.

Fingering her hands, they were extremely dirty.

The black rain washed everything, but could not wash her filth.