There was a very quiet moment in the temple.
Even Emperor Yongfu noticed it, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense. She closed her eyelashes and coughed as if cleaning her throat.
The saint didn't even look at Di Ji, he just held his lips again, and put on an incompatible smile on that majestic face, as if this smile was a stamp on the scroll, without which it would be inferior.
"Earlier, I heard people say how beautiful the second girl from the county prince's palace is. I just thought they were exaggerating. I didn't expect that this time they not only did not make a fuss, but also restrained themselves. I made a mistake and actually flashed God."
Shen Nanbao naturally gave a polite compliment, but deep down she knew better than anyone else.
Just now, the saint's expression was not flashy at all, it was shock, shock, and disbelief!
Shen Nanbao lowered his eyes, but maintained a smile on his face, and followed the saint's words and sat down below.
As soon as she sat down, the saint's voice rang out, "In that case, I have reason to think that those people who said that the second girl's tea-sharing skills are poor must be inferior to those in Beiyuan." People, Cha Dianli!"
The corners of Shen Nanbao's lips pursed up a little, with a very humble expression, "The saint is so complimentary. I just have fun tinkering around with Tuyi, and I can't compare to those experts who specialize in this matter."
The saint and Yongfu Emperor Ji are indeed mother and daughter with the same blood, and forcing people to share tea is like withdrawing.
Those conclusions are just "groundless", but there are some differences.
Emperor Yongfu consulted and half pushed you, half put you on the guillotine.
A saint is like a gold-plated Bodhisattva, with solemn solemnity and compelling wealth. As for his compassion, it is superficial and without a trace of warmth. Of course, there is no room for refutation.
"The second young lady shows her skills, and it's not in vain for me to take such a trip today."
Emperor Yongfu was startled when she heard this. Her face was as white as if she had rubbed ashes into it, revealing a complex whiteness.
Shen Nanbao saw it, and naturally, he also saw the saint's smiling eyes, like two dark pits where millions of corpses were buried.
Shen Nanbao understood that he could no longer hide this time, so he didn't take any chances and immediately agreed.
The palace servants quickly arranged the tea bed and Mr. Twelve, and served Shen Nanbao to put on his collar.
The silver charcoal in Wei Hong's body was quickly ignited by the palace attendants, revealing the red fire of the stars, illuminating half of Shen Nanbao's cheeks, as if they were covered with rouge, adding a hint of seductiveness to the stern expression. .
Emperor Yongfu looked at it and couldn't help but lowered her voice and said: "Honey, didn't you mean to invite her here..."
"Shut up--"
A soft sound came out of the saint's slightly hooked mouth.
Seen from a distance, the saint is still smiling, but this smile is the water stored in the rose vat. The top is soft and tranquil, while the bottom is cold and expressionless.
"If you hadn't been stupid and cleaned up this mess for me, would I have made such a trip today?"
The low voice moved into Di Ji's ears like a worm, but it was like a needle prick, causing Di Ji's body to stiffen suddenly, and she couldn't help but start to squint.
The saint's brows furrowed slightly, but his smile deepened. He just looked forward with his eyes, "Sit still! Don't embarrass me."
Therefore, Shen Nanbao handed the portioned tea to the palace attendants. When he raised his head, he saw the staring eyes of Emperor Yongfu. Against the expressionless face, it was like a porcelain mask, snow-white. stiff.
The sage still had that smooth smile. He took the tea presented by the palace servant and said: "They all talk about making wine with pine flowers and making tea with spring water. But these are just borrowing from foreign things. Miss Xiao Er, you are different. , you have a pair of skillful hands, look at this water painting, the floating clouds, the changing shadows of the river..."
She said, picked up the cup and took a sip.
After just one mouthful, the saint put the cup down and knocked it on the table with a "clunk" sound, "It's a pity -"
"It's a little hot."
As soon as she said this lightly, Emperor Yongfu's zither seemed to have broken the strings of her zither, and suddenly her zither rose up, "Miss Xiao Er, you are so brave! How dare you be so disrespectful to me!"
This is a pit that has to be jumped.
No matter how fine the tea is, how suitable it is, the sage will always pick out the thorns.
Shen Nanbao had already seen it clearly, and when Emperor Sui Yongfu shouted, she immediately fell to the ground.
"Emperor Ji, calm down! I don't have any disrespect for the saint in my heart."
Emperor Yongfu snorted coldly, "No? The boss of your majestic Zhenbao Pavilion is very good at the 'biting cup' trick, but he can't even master this little skill?"
This statement, whether it should or should not, is wrong. But it shouldn't be more wrong.
Shen Nanbao's forehead touched the ground. The cold ground made her eyes extremely cold, but her posture was still very respectful, and there was nothing worth picking on.
"Di Ji is absolutely right. It's just that it was my first time to meet a saint, and I was inevitably nervous. So I accidentally noticed this and bumped into the saint. I really deserve to die! Please punish me, and please calm down!" "
After all, he is the one who survived the battle in the mansion. This is so true that there is no fault at all, and it is also very accurate.
If you are not forgiving, you will look stingy.
Emperor Yongfu thought so and looked at the saint cautiously.
The saint was sitting at the top, narrowing her eyes and smiling. The bridge of her nose was slightly wrinkled, showing a hint of the coquettishness of a little daughter, but her words were definitely not as vague as a little daughter's.
"So, Miss Xiao Er, is she saying that I'm scary?"
In the loose tone, one word after another jumped out, clear and decisive, "Miss Xiao Er, you are so brave!"
"saint!"
Shen Nanbao unconsciously raised his head and faced the saint's slightly raised mouth. A faint light fell on it, showing a few smile lines, like a tiger's whiskers.
But very quickly, the saint raised his chin and stared at the palace attendant who was standing beside him like a chicken, "What are you doing, do you think we are singing a big show?"
As he said that, his eyes flicked towards Shen Nanbao, "Miss Xiao is disobedient and disobedient. Why don't you grab her and drag her down and give her thirty slaps?"
Not only Shen Nanbao, but also Emperor Yongfu was shocked by these words.
Thirty boards.
This is really a blow to the body, but it won’t bloom!
Daddy just issued such a decree, and this is what I am doing, aren't you just waiting for Daddy to be held accountable?
"Ma'am..."
"Have you forgotten what I just told you?"
Emperor Yongfu suffocated and stopped talking.
The one who shut up was Shen Nanbao. She understood very well that just like when she was in the Shen Mansion, the old lady made up her mind to beat her. No matter how much time wasted, she would still beat her.
In this case, it is better to save some energy and walk out of the palace later.
She didn't say anything, but she saw the saint raise his eyebrows slightly, "You don't want to beg for mercy?"
You still have to have some stage skills, otherwise another hat will be slapped on you, and I'm afraid it won't be as easy as blooming.
Then Shen Nanbao said respectfully: "If you can calm down the saint like this and be punished, what's the point?"
The saint said suddenly, "I can't tell, you are still a slut."
The saint paused for a moment, then sneered in a long tone, "Unfortunately, I'm used to looking down on people like you who are smooth-tongued. If you want me to iron your clothes, then let me iron your clothes very well!"
As he said this, he glanced at the palace maid with a bun on her side, "Did you hear that? Fine, concentrate on punishing her, and don't be sorry for her rhetoric to calm me down."
The palace maid stood in the shade, and the light could not reach her face, but it did not prevent Yongfu Emperor Ji from seeing her at a glance.
That is the most powerful and oldest palace maid beside the concubine, Grandma Qin.
She had known this person since she was a child, and every time her maid had to 'deal with' those disobedient concubines and female officials, this person was the one who took the lead.
If you want to put it another way, if you are a tiger, then this person is the tiger's claws, the kind that can catch people to death without even showing blood!
Therefore, at this moment, Emperor Yongfu finally woke up - 嬢嬢, why don't you want Miss Xiao Er to suffer? You want to destroy her even if you don't want her to die!
Thinking of this, Emperor Yongfu turned pale.
Shen Nanbao didn't understand the palace's punishment of "adding fuel and jealousy", but looking at the sudden change in Emperor Yongfu's face and the demeanor of Aunt Qin, he knew that this punishment was more harmful than bad.
why.
Even if she didn't get married to Shengshizhou as desired by the saint, she wouldn't be so desperate to kill her.
Kill them all!
Shen Nanbao suddenly recalled Chen Fangyan's words as if needled.
'Not yet'.
So, here we are now?
What is the reason?
Shen Nanbao didn't think clearly.
But Nanny Qin had already put on a good posture and led a group of palace maids to come over. She grabbed Shen Nanbao like a pair of pliers with all her hands and feet.
Shen Nanbao heard her heart pounding. Fear gave birth to hands in her heart, trying to tear her heart apart and stretch it out.
Shen Nanbao struggled and said, "Sage, everything I say comes from the bottom of my heart. I am respectful from the bottom of my heart. I don't mean it in the slightest to flatter you. You are not afraid that the officials will know..."
I don't know what touched the saint. Her eyes flashed with a sinister gleam, and her tone became cold. "A mere female country prince, the second daughter of the county prince's palace, how dare you threaten me with the official position?"
The saint lowered his eyes and said, "If you keep talking, I won't mind rewarding you a few more times to teach you what it means to 'disaster comes from the mouth'."
In the face of absolute rights, everything is hopeless.
Shen Nanbao was dragged down and outside the hall. The white autumn light fell down, illuminating the dead silence between her eyebrows and the slightest hint of sarcasm on her lips.
It was because every step she took after her rebirth was so smooth, and it was also because she had been living too comfortably recently, that made her feel that she could get through any difficulties without any danger, and made her forget that "if you want me to die, you will die." The sentence "I have to die".
The tiger stool was put up and stacked on the dead leaves, making a spicy and crunchy sound.
The tip of Shen Nanbao's nose was filled with the rotten smell of dead leaves rotting on the ground. She sniffed and listened to Nanny Qin's polite tone as if she were eating a banquet, "Second girl, get on the stool!"
Shen Nanbao closed his eyes.
In fact, she is not afraid of death.
It's not like she never died.
She just felt sad that she couldn't see Xiao Yichen at the last moment.
With this thought in mind, she touched the golden bell and shook it as usual.
I thought that was it, but I never thought that after she finished shaking it, the golden bell that had not moved for several days started to move.
Shen Nanbao was startled and thought it was an illusion.
But very quickly, the golden bell started fluttering in her palm like a frightened bird!
