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Nan Baoyi sat opposite her and reached out to pick up a Jade Rabbit mooncake.
Before I could eat, Queen Shen tapped the back of her hand with chopsticks.
She covered the red back of her hand and reluctantly put the mooncake back: "Queen, you are a guest. Can't I even eat a piece of mooncake from you?"
Shen Jiang¡¯s eyebrows were cold and his eyes were thin, and his red lips twitched into a sneer: ¡°What will you eat in sacrifice to him?¡±
Nan Baoyi glanced at the jade bottle on the window sill.
She knew that the jade bottle was filled with red elixirs, which were refined with the blood of the late emperor for Queen Shen before his death, so that she would not be tortured by the poison while he was away. She was really very thoughtful.
She muttered: "You don't cherish it when you're alive, but you sacrifice it when you're dead Death is like a lamp going out. If you offer sacrifices here, others won't receive it"
Receiving Shen Jiang's cold, knife-like eyes, she silently closed her mouth.
Only then did Shen Jiang take out a pair of shoes from the box.
She pushed the shoes in front of Nan Baoyi.
It is a pair of black red jackets. It seems that they were worn by the emperor.
Nan Baoyi was slightly startled: "Could the gift the Queen mentioned be the pair of red shoes that you personally made for your second brother?"
Shen Jiang said coldly: "I have good eyesight, and I can actually tell that I made it myself."
Nan Baoyi was silent.
This pair of red shoes is made crookedly, the sizes of the two shoes are different, and the patterns embroidered with gold thread are also very twisted and crude. Those who know know that the embroidery is the dragon's wishful pattern, but those who don't know think that it is embroidered with earthworm diamonds. Mud is not even as good as her embroidery skills.
It¡¯s hard for her not to see it.
She flattered falsely: "Your Majesty's craftsmanship is exquisite and you can see it at a glance."
"In the past, I was immersed in hatred, and I even hated several of my children" Shen Jiang lowered his eyes, poured wine for himself, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, the ends of his eyes were a little red, "After all, I was wrong."
The moonlight through the window is as quiet as water.
She drank alone under the moon, lonely and lonely.
Nan Baoyi held her little face in her hands.
There is no emotion at all.
¡°After all, she has been with Queen Shen for so long, and she knows that Queen Shen is definitely not someone who bows her head and admits her mistakes. She must be planning something.
She smiled, told the palace maid to take the red pewter, and left.
Stepping out of the palace, she stood under the eaves and asked her nanny in a low voice: "What have you been doing lately, and who have you seen?"
Mammy said respectfully: "My Majesty, I often copy Buddhist scriptures recently, saying that I want to pray for the late emperor. After copying Buddhist scriptures, when I have nothing to do at night, I often sit where you are standing and look at the palace and scenery in the distance."
Nan Baoyi nodded.
She took advantage of the situation and looked into the distance, but all she saw was the dark and dark palace of the Cold Palace. There were several green leather palace lanterns parked under the palace, which glowed with a cold blue halo like a will-o'-the-wisp in the long night of Mid-Autumn Festival.
She was curious: "Who lives in the palace over there?"
Mammy took a look and said: "They are all beauties donated by aristocratic families from other places over the years. The late emperor was impatient to see them staying in the harem, so he moved them all to the cold palace."
Nan Baoyi said "oh".
She walked outside the cold palace.
The moonlight is bright and clear, the road is long and narrow, and the osmanthus trees on both sides have sparse shadows. They pass a pond in front. When the wind blows, golden osmanthus petals like rice grains are scattered on the water, and the fragrance is overflowing, refreshing.
The sound of the quiet breeze was suddenly mixed with the sound of golden bells.
Nan Baoyi looked over.
A girl wearing a colorful braided skirt sat by the pond, soaking her feet in the water without fear of the cold. From time to time she would stir up the water with a smile, and the little golden bell tied to her ankle would ring crisply.
Yuwei quickly protected Nan Baoyi and warned vigilantly: "There are many crazy people in the cold palace. Miss, stop looking at it and go back quickly, right?"
Nan Baoyi nodded.
She tightened her cloak tightly and was about to leave when she saw a crimson gauze lantern placed next to the girl.
The lights are dancing, as gorgeous as fireworks blooming on a cold night.
The golden fireworks gradually took over her pupils.
The scene in front of her gradually blurred, and someone vaguely called her:
"Jiaojiao, my mother's little Jiaojiao"
The gentle voice seemed very close, but also seemed far away.
She seemed to be stepping in a warm sea of ??golden clouds. When she looked around, her mother's gentle face, which she had almost forgotten, reappeared in front of her eyes.
She was stunned: "Mother?"
My mother held her hand and stroked her cheek lovingly: "Without my mother's protection, Jiaojiao has had a very difficult life these years."
Memories of my childhood came flooding back.
The tip of Nan Baoyi's nose felt sore: "Mother"
She misses her mother so much.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I can only worship my mother at the memorial tablet during festivals and festivals. It¡¯s unfilial for her to never go to her mother¡¯s grave to worship in person.¡±
Mother hugged her like she was a child and kissed her forehead: "Mom, I'll take you away, okay?"
Mother¡¯s embrace is very warm.
Nan Baoyi was groggy, and when she was about to say the word "good" in her throat, the warm golden sea of ??clouds around her suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dark light and shadow, and the oncoming wind was filled with biting coldness, reminding her Everything just now was an illusion.
¡°Why did you put out my lamp?!¡±
The golden bell rings.
The clear female voice was a bit childish, and she was asking someone angrily.
Nan Baoyi staggered and held Yuwei's hand, looking at the sound.
I don¡¯t know when Xiao Sui appeared, twisting an ancient coin slowly.
There are dark burn marks on the ancient coins, presumably because they extinguished the crimson gauze lantern.
By the waterside under the moon, the osmanthus shadows are sparse.
Lang Jun is dressed in white and is thin and thin, but his posture is very noble and graceful, just like the snow on the capped mountain.
He held a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and glanced sideways at the little girl wearing a colorful braided skirt: "Witchcraft is the most taboo in the palace. Do you know what crime you are guilty of playing these tricks?"
The little girl snorted heavily, ignored him, picked up her crimson gauze lantern and left quickly, the small golden bells with colorful silk ribbons hanging around her waist and wrists ringing one after another.
After taking a few steps, she suddenly looked back and glanced at Nan Baoyi with a smile.
That smile was a bit innocent, a bit weird, and inexplicably creepy.
After she left, Nan Baoyi was curious: "Who is she?"
Xiao Sui put away the ancient coins: "In the past few years, foreign tribes donated beauties to my father."
The wind beside the pond was a bit strong. His sleeves bulged up and he began to cough violently weakly. He was supported by his attendants so that he did not fall into the water.
Seeing this, Nan Baoyi couldn't help but apologize: "I met the Hetu Luoshu you needed in Jinling Dragon Palace, but I was worried that they were things that suppressed the dragon veins, so I didn't dare to take them"
"It doesn't matter." Xiao Sui didn't care, "If you take it, something will really happen."
Nan Baoyi is not a member of Xuanmen and does not understand this.
She was very curious about what kind of witchcraft the little girl used just now, and what secrets Xiao Sui had figured out that caused her body to be so weak. However, the other party looked depressed and was obviously not willing to tell her this.
She could only say: "Are you also here to visit Queen Shen?"
Xiao Sui nodded slightly: "It's my mother after all."
He and his entourage walked away.
Nan Baoyi was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to go back to the palace.
Ah Ruian and little Ah Chou have already gone to bed.
The second brother was wearing a plain coat, sitting cross-legged on the dragon couch, sitting on a short desk, holding a red pen, writing something fluently. After he finished writing, he blew it with care, and then covered it with a formal seal. Got the national seal.
The palace lantern is bright.
He stared at the imperial edict with his long eyelashes lowered, his thin lips pursed in a smile, and his eyes were full of soft light.
"Second brother!"
Nan Baoyi hugged Chixi and called out loudly.
Xiao Yi came to his senses and hid the imperial edict quietly.
His eyes passed over the pair of red jackets, and he raised his red phoenix eyes: "Did you make it with your own hands? Did it hurt your hands?"
Seeing that the little girl's hands were delicate and white, he felt relieved and praised seriously: "As expected of our Jiaojiao, they are made by our own hands. They are indeed very delicate and beautiful, even better than those made by the embroiderers in the palace. Give them to me to try." size."
No wonder he recognized it at a glance. The embroidery work was really bad. The dragon embroidery looked like duck intestines. It looked like it was made by Nan Jiaojiao, but he didn't dare not praise it.
Nan Baoyi paused and said angrily: "I didn't give it to you. My embroidery skills are obviously much better than this! It was Empress Shen who gave it to you, saying she wanted to make up for the debt she owed back then."
Xiao Yi: "Oh, just take it and throw it away. It's so ugly, it makes you look sick."
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