Sure enough, when the copybook was presented, Emperor Yongfu looked at it and narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. She just folded the paper and pressed it between her eyebrows with one hand under the eyes of everyone.
"But my eyes are tired of looking at you... I blame you for thinking it's not much. I didn't expect you to be as close as him, so much."
Her sleeves were lined with gold, against the skylight, and a few bright strands crawled beside her moving lips. It was bright and dark for a while, and those polite words were taken away like this, "Second girl will follow me into the palace, like this You share the tea, and I'll read the posts, they're all very leisurely!"
When everyone heard this, they all felt very enlightened!
Whatever calligraphy or writing is brought to the official’s house, it’s like putting flowers between the teeth, and the bare mouth looks beautiful! The reason for co-writing is to give Shen Nanbao a tough fight!
They all stopped, but Wei Wei responded and waited for Emperor Yongfu to take Shen Nanbao away before he launched a hindsight.
"Don't think about it carefully. Emperor Yongfu is the daughter of a saint, and Duchu is close to Miss Xiao Er... Doesn't this mean that the two families are getting married! She has to turn her elbows inward to ask for help from Miss Xiao. It’s not fair!”
"You are thinking of hindsight! I see that the copybook you just wrote was more detailed than anyone else's!"
"What's the matter? Di Ji asked you to write, and you just wrote it randomly. Aren't you afraid of being charged with 'the following'?"
"Speaking of 'the next thing is wrong', Fang Fang had such an idea to the second girl. He didn't know that the second girl, Xiao, had become the wife of the Sheng family..."
Hearing this meaningful sentence, the young lady shuddered, as if she was thinking of some brutal classic, and an indescribable fear appeared on her face.
It's a pity that Shen Nanbao can't see these anymore. She only sees the old sun and the golden flying dust - the palace with dense walls.
She had never seen it up close before. When she looked at it from a distance, she thought the palace was nothing more than a golden-green ship moored in the dark blue sea. Now that she got closer and took a closer look, she realized how majestic it was.
Since he was not going out on a holiday, Brown Eaves bypassed the turret and went straight to Gongchenmen.
When they arrived at Gongchenmen, as soon as they opened the curtain, one of the guards came up with a low stool and waited for them to get out of the car. Another guard held up the palace gate number and handed it to Yan Ren.
Upon seeing this, Yan Ren raised his hand and asked someone to open the door.
As the door mortar groaned tragically, the city gate with floating pivot revealed its original appearance - blue colored glaze like fish scales, neatly stacked on the red wall, with chicken-yellow cypress embedded in it, delicately Rigorous and meticulous, just like the spring scene picture on the painter's paper, red and fiery, vigorous, destructive and about to burn to the horizon!
When Shen Nanbao looked at it like this, he felt shocked in his heart and almost out of breath, so he stopped looking at him and lowered his head, looking at his nose, nose and heart, focusing on his toes, following the Yongfu Emperor Ji Qi After turning eight turns, we arrived at Fengyang Pavilion.
Incense is burning in the pavilion, and the golden sun shines in. The smoke is like melting ice, and the white mist is sticky and falls on the mirror-like bricks, which makes the soles of your feet feel cold to the south. Take it to heart.
Emperor Yongfu led her to the seat, "You have a drink of water first, and after my clumsy palace servants have set up the tea bed, second lady, you can show me your portion of tea."
Shen Nanbao sat down when he saw her sitting down, "It's just that when I sat with my grandfather for tea, I have learned so much that I can embarrass the emperor."
Di Ji was sitting on the seat. The chair with black lacquered legs held her upright. There was a white glazed porcelain vase beside her. Inside the vase was inserted a blooming osmanthus, with green leaves and lush green leaves. The hair is red, like a green snake hissing.
'Xin'er' moved, and a palace attendant walked in from behind Hua, carrying a pot, and walked to Shen Nanbao to pour tea.
Along with the sound of gurgling water, Emperor Yongfu said, "You are too modest! So many people are praising you, how can it be groundless!"
Shen Nanbao didn't know what kind of lawsuit she was fighting in her heart, but looking at it now, everyone wanted her to share the tea.
there is always a solution to a problem.
She followed the rules carefully and divided the tea without falling into the wrong place.
Thoughts flowed quickly, and the tea bed was quickly set up in the hall by the palace staff. Shen Nanbao put on his clothes and started making tea again.
Wei Honglu was placed on one side of the compartment, with soup dumplings piled on top. The red firelight was embedded in it, pattering, and crackling slightly like ice chips.
Emperor Yongfu heard this, her eyelids drooped on her powdered face, and the corners of her mouth raised.
"After all, these palace servants didn't eat the reed bed mat with me, they just made up all kinds of nonsense for me! They really had dates embedded in them, and they smelled really good, just to match the weird ambergris saliva in my palace!" "
Someone in the palace heard this and handed over the brocade handkerchief.
Emperor Yongfu took it and put it under her nose. She still felt uncomfortable and quickly ordered the palace servants to remove the incense, "so that my son will not be disturbed by the aroma of the tea later."
Shen Nanbao raised his head when he heard this, "The fragrance is sweet, and the fragrance of tea is refreshing. They balance out the two..."
Just as he was saying that, the soup made a "Gulu" sound. Shen Nanbao opened the lid, and the hot white mist rushing into the sky rushed towards him, like a cover, which was suffocating.
Shen Nanbao couldn't bear it anymore, so he narrowed his eyes. Because of this, he might as well have knocked Tao Baowen down when he turned around.
There was a crackling sound, and thousands of rays of light were seen. Tao Baowen fell to the ground, shining like water sprinkled all over the ground.
Emperor Yongfu might as well be shocked. She came to her senses and stood down, "This is really... but does it hurt?"
Shen Nanbao took the soup and ordered it, with obvious lingering fear on his face, "No, luckily I had a steady hand and didn't drop this thing, otherwise I don't know how miserable it would have been!"
As he said that, Shen Nan Baoshi poured out the tea, and the pepper-blue armband gently fell on the desk. He lifted it up in a blink of an eye and looked directly at himself.
"That's what happened to this horse-faced skirt! So much soup was spilled on it, it just doesn't look good."
Emperor Yongfu's eyes were quick, and her eyes passed over the soup point, and then fell on Shen Nanbao. When she saw that it was indeed splashed with water stains as big as green coins, she couldn't help but clicked her tongue, "It really doesn't look good... and It needs to be changed.”
Turning his head, he quickly ordered the palace servants to take Shen Nanbao to the west room to change clothes.
Emperor Yongfu was the daughter of a saint, and her standards of clothing, food, housing, and transportation were naturally high. There was a corridor between east and west, and Shen Nanbao walked over and spent at least half a cup of tea.
The palace man led her to the west room, then he knelt down and said, "Second girls, please go in and change. I'll wait outside."
Shen Nanbao raised the corner of his mouth and said thank you, then led Lu Kui and Fengyue into the house.
The house was of high standard, with two-person-high beams and a huge hall. There were probably very few people walking around. Shen Nanbao and the others had an eerie feeling when they walked in.
Feng Yue couldn't help but rub her arms, but before she could say anything, Shen Nanbao, who was walking in front, suddenly took off half of his arm, took something out of the armhole, stuffed it into a ball in half of his arm, and slammed it on the ground.
Although there was no sound at all, Fengyue was so frightened that she was like an angry cat, "Sister..."
Lu Kui, with quick eyes and quick hands, hurriedly covered Feng Yue's mouth and lowered her voice: "The walls have ears. You have been listening to the corner of the wall for so long. Don't you know this?"
Feeling Feng Yue's body stiffen suddenly, and her mouth moving violently but pursed, Lu Kui let go of her hand.
Shen Nanbao in front of him had already taken out a piece of broken porcelain from his half-arm, and Fengyue could see that it was the lacquer-carved secret pavilion that Fang Fang had placed on the tea bed.
"Sister, when did you get this..."
All the sounds were cut off in Feng Yue's throat like a chicken-killer covering his neck.
She stared blankly at Shen Nanbao, watching her take off her trousers, watching her pick up a sharp piece of porcelain, like scissors cutting through brocade, and place a neat stroke on her smooth, jade-like arms. Draw.
One drop.
Drop by drop.
Blood trickled down.
Fengyue's eyes turned red, "Sister, what are you doing?"
Fengyue lowered her throat, making her voice a little more astringent.
When Shen Nanbao listened, the corner of his mouth curled up tenderly, but without blinking, he took off his crotch and covered it on his arm, "The soup is so numb that it boils."
Feng Yue choked.
Lu Kui quickly took over, "That's why the palace was burned with such thick ambergris, and the silver charcoal was also embedded with dates, just to cover up the smell of numbness in the soup!"
Feng Yue stood there blankly like a chicken in the rain, "Ma, Ma is boiling away... What is Di Ji going to do? Sister Yao, are you so impatient?"
yes!
Are you so impatient?
Shen Nanbao narrowed her eyes, and the pain was like needles, still stabbing into her brain. She couldn't help but frown, and she understood that now was not the time to think about this anymore.
She looked at Chong Lukui and said, "Auntie, please shout out so loudly that you can tell the palace attendants that I have my due date and I need to change my pants."
After saying these words, Feng Yue understood why Shen Nanbao did this, to pretend that he had come to Yue Xin!
only……
Before she could think of a Zhou Zhang, Lu Kui on the wall held a mirror in her belly and understood everything. When she heard it, she walked to the door and started talking to her fellow palace mates.
Accompanied by the long voice, Shen Nanbao looked at Fengyue and smiled, "Why are you crying?"
Fengyue's voice was broken, "Sister, you didn't tell me earlier. You said it, I will let you draw the little one, you can draw as many lines as you want, why do you have to..."
The blood couldn't be stopped, and it smeared on the cloth, which made Feng Yue's eyes filled with tears, "Why do you need to hurt yourself!"
When Shen Nanbao heard this, the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper, "This is not an injury, this is a cantilever on the head and a cone on the buttocks."
Fengyue only felt that this was going nowhere! She was crying, but she didn't dare to cry louder. She just kept thrashing on the spot, "What's the head, what's the butt, what does this have to do with the arms."
There was a sound of stilts outside. It was Lu Kui who came back from the message. Seeing Feng Yue like this, the corners of her mouth twitched. She didn't say anything. She just took the crotch from Shen Nanbao's hand and held the injury for her.
"Sister, you too, you can just scratch. If you scratch such a big hole, aren't you afraid that if you can't stop it, Di Ji will notice something strange?"
The skylight slipped through Shen Nanbao's eyes, and there was a glimmer of dark light, but she just smiled, "I'm not that butcher, so I don't know how to measure. I'm just afraid that if there is no blood from the cut, I will have to do it again. This Isn’t it just a little more pain for nothing?”
Lv Kui was not angry and gave Shen Nanbao an angry look, but there was deep pity in her eyes, "Sister, this plan makes me scream. I don't know whether I should say it's fine, or whether I should change my mantle into a vest! I won't say it. Besides, aren’t you afraid that your master will dislike you if you leave a scar like this?”
Shen Nanbao smiled, with infinite charm in his eyebrows, "He dares."
