After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Chapter 242: Touching her hands, extremely dirty

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

Shen Jiang glanced at the disappointed Shen Yichao again: "Ah Chao is eager to solve the case. He made some mistakes, so don't take it to heart. At your age, even if you go the wrong way, you can still turn around."

Shen Yichao's heart warmed, and he bowed his hands in front of him: "Thank you, aunt..."

At this time, he didn't know that once you take the wrong path, you can't turn back.

…

In the afternoon, Nan Baoyi dressed up carefully and took a long eaves carriage 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 falling outside, and the young prince's hair was covered with snowflakes. The dark red official robe made Ying Jun's beautiful face look a bit pale. He had suppressed his anger, leaving only gentleness.

Nan Baoyi whispered: "Are you sick?"

His face had never looked so pale.

Xiao Yi said calmly: "It's not a serious illness. Do you want to go to the palace to see her?"

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

She nodded: "I want to see you."

She was his mother, and the emperor's sister-in-law was forced to death by her.

She wanted to understand what kind of woman Shen Jiang was.

There is no need to worry about safety. Shen Jiang once swept through all the countries. With her pride, she would never use tricks to kill her in the palace.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand towards her: "I will accompany you for a while."

Nan Baoyi looked at his extended hand hesitantly.

The last winter solstice obviously ended on bad terms, but facing his slightly pale face, Nan Baoyi couldn't say anything harsh anyway.

She placed her little hand in his palm.

She was helped out of the carriage by Xiao Yi.

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

The palace lanes are long and continuous.

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

It was Qingming under the umbrella. Nan Baoyi raised her head and saw that most of the paper umbrellas were tilted towards her. There was a thin layer of snow on his shoulders, which made Lang Jun's face as white as jade, and even his thin lips were missing. Blood color.

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

She moved closer to him.

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

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

Nan Baoyi's pupils dilated slightly.

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

This guy...

He really knows how to climb up the pole.

Xiao Yi sent her all the way outside Fengyi Palace.

He put the umbrella handle into her hand and warned, "I'll be waiting here. If anything happens, just call me loudly."

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

His expression was very much like that of parents sending their children to the academy for the first time. They would always stand outside the academy door for a long time.

I am afraid that my children will not be able to adapt to the unfamiliar academy.

After she finished laughing, she put on a straight face and nodded pretending to be serious: "Dada, I'll take note of it."

Many children like to call their father "Dada" when they act coquettishly.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

This little girl had never seen the rows of human heads hanging on the city tower. She didn't know how scary Shen Jiang was, and she dared to joke with him. She was really stubborn and stubborn.

However, his nervousness disappeared.

He reached out and gathered her cloak.

He suddenly leaned over, came close to her ear, and murmured harshly: "I like to call you Dada so much, why don't I let Jiaojiao cry and call me Dada on the bed tomorrow..."

Nan Baoyi's face instantly became hot.

But I have read the story book, and it turns out that those men are very bad. They like to have their wives and concubines in the bed in the boudoir. When they beg for mercy, they call them dada, and they are not ashamed!

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

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

He dusted off the fallen snow from his shoulders, found a palace eaves sheltered from the snow, and waited patiently for someone.

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

Across the beaded curtain, a female official raised her index finger to signal silence and whispered: "Your Majesty is still taking a nap. Miss Nan is sitting here and waiting for a while."

Nan Baoyi had no choice but to sit down.

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

Soft fragrant cake, white sugar cake, chestnut cake, apricot cheese and snow steamed cake are put together into a peach blossom shape on a lotus leaf celadon plate. The color is as white as snow and dyed with a little rouge red to resemble a peach blossom. It is exquisite and pleasing to the eye.

Nan Baoyi ate a small mouthful of chestnut cake and drank half a cup of hot scented tea.

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

She couldn't help but secretly thought that there were many people in high and powerful positions, but most of them were burdened by their positions. However, Queen Shen was a person who enjoyed herself very much.

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

Queen Shen took a nap on the imperial concubine's couch.

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

Nan Baoyi is strange.

Before taking the imperial examination, she read in a file that a person's personality is related to his sleeping posture.

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

If her hands are in the shape of a rope, it means that she is possessive, or that she has worked hard for something but cannot get it.

She is a queen with all the power in the world, how could she not feel safe?

What was it that she couldn't get after asking for it?

The bead curtain flickers lightly.

The fragrance of flowers fills the air.

Shen Jiang curled up and fell into sleep.

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

The girl wore a double bun and held a candied haws in her hand as she walked lightly through the lively bluestone street.

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

Across the river from the misty rain on the willow bank, there is a luthier in plain clothes sitting upright and playing the qin. He wears a white fox mask, and the sound of the qin is gentle and sweet, attracting the chirping of swallows. The young children hide behind the willow trees and listen intoxicated.

Just one song.

She applauded: "You play so well!"

The young violinist picked up the guqin, looked at her through the white fox mask, and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you very much."

"Your accent doesn't sound like someone from Jiangnan. Where are you as a violinist?"

The luthier smiled: "In Jiangnan, you are the luthier of Jiangnan."

The girl's eyebrows were curved: "It turns out that you are also a poor wandering person. It just so happens that I have nowhere to go. You and I will walk together on the way forward, okay?"

…

"ah!"

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

The sound of the cup breaking is like an iron horse.

Inside the bead curtain, Shen Jiang's eyebrows were furrowed, and a thin layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on his temples.

There were dark shadows and heavy rain.

In Jinling City in the south of the Yangtze River, the sky is dark and dark clouds are pressing down on the city. There is a strong wind and rain on the shore of the lake. The water drops are swirling fiercely on the lotus leaves, and the willows are trembling in fear in the strong wind.

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

The girl shouted at the top of her lungs.

The man in black's laughter frightened her.

The hands that touched her were extremely dirty.

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

…

"This glass flower cup looks very expensive. If you break this one, the whole set will be useless, right?"

Nan Baoyi thought to herself, looking apologetically at the maids picking up the pieces.

Inside the bead curtain, Shen Jiang opened his eyes.

Wake up from dream.

Surrounded by splendor and splendor, she was still the aloof Queen Shen.

She sat up slowly and looked coldly at the clumsy Nan Baoyi outside the bead curtain.