Chapter 1038: ?The Art of Witchcraft

Nan Baoyi sat across from her and reached out and picked up a piece of jade rabbit moon cake.
Before she had time to eat, Empress Shen knocked the back of her hand with chopsticks.
She covered the reddish back of her hand and reluctantly put the moon cake back: "Queen, the guest is a guest, can't I even eat a moon cake for you?"
Shen Jiang's eyebrows were cold, and Zhu's lips pulled out a sneer: "What do you eat for the sacrifice to him?"
Nan Baoyi glanced at the jade bottle on the windowsill.
She knew that the jade bottle was filled with red medicine, which was made by the emperor before he was alive, using blood to refining for the empress Shen, so as not to suffer from the poison torment her when he was away, she was really worried.
She muttered: "Don't cherish it when you are alive. When you die, you will be sacrificed... People die like a lamp, and if you worship here, people won't be able to receive it..."
Receiving Shen Jiang's indifferent eyes, she silently closed her mouth.
Shen Jiang took out a pair of shoes from the box.
She pushed her shoes in front of Nan Baoyi.
It is a pair of black and red shells, and the rules are worn by the emperor.
Nan Baoyi was startled slightly: "The gift that the empress said, is it the pair of red scoops that you personally made for the second brother?"
Shen Jiang was cold: "I have good eyesight, and I can see that it was made by my own hand."
Nan Baoyi was silent.
This pair of red boats are made crookedly, and the sizes of the two shoes are different, and the lines embroidered with gold thread are also very distorted and rough. Those who know they embroider are the beech dragon's ruyi pattern, but those who don’t know, think that the embroidered is an earthworm diamond. Mud, not even her embroidery skills.
She can't tell.
She hypocritically complimented: "The craftsmanship of the empress is exquisite, and you can naturally see it at a glance."
"I was immersed in hatred in the past years, even with a few children..." Shen Jiang looked down, poured wine for himself, raised his head and drank it, his eyes reddened, "After all, I was wrong."
The moonlight through the window is as quiet as water.
She was drinking alone under the moon, lonely and lonely.
Nan Baoyi held her small face.
There is nothing moved.
After all, she had been with Empress Shen for so long, and she knew that Empress Shen was not someone who bowed her head to admit her mistake, she must be planning something.
She smiled, and ordered the maid to take the red boat and leave.
Stepping out of the palace, she stood under the eaves of the palace, and asked the mother in a low voice: "What are the queens doing these days, who have you seen?"
The mother said respectfully: "The empress often copied Buddhist scriptures recently, saying that she wanted to pray for the first emperor. After copying the Buddhist scriptures, and nothing happened at night, she would often sit where you were standing and watch the palace and scenery in the distance."
Nan Baoyi nodded.
She took the opportunity to look into the distance and saw only the dark palace of Lenggong, under which there were a few green leather palace lanterns, glowing with a cold blue glow in the long night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, shaped like wildfire.
She was curious: "Who lives in the palace over there?"
The mother took a look: "They are all the beauties who have contributed to the family in the past few years. The first emperor was impatient to see them in the harem, so he moved them to the cold palace."
Nan Baoyi said "Oh".
She walked outside the cold palace.
The moonlight is bright and the road is long and narrow. The osmanthus trees on both sides are slanted and slanted. A pond is passing in front. When the wind blows, golden osmanthus petals like rice grains are scattered on the water surface, and the fragrance is overflowing, refreshing.
In the quiet breeze, golden bells suddenly mingled.
Nan Baoyi looked over.
The young girl in a colorful woven Luo Ying skirt sits by the pond, soaking her feet in the water without fear of cold, smiling and picking up splashes from time to time, and the small golden bells tied to her ankles ring crisply.
Aftertaste hurriedly guarded Nan Baoyi, and vigilantly persuaded: "There are many lunatics in the cold palace, don't look at the girl, should you go back soon?"
Nan Baoyi nodded.
She tightened her cloak tightly and was about to leave when she saw a scarlet lantern next to the girl.
The lights jumped, gorgeous like fireworks blooming in the cold night.
The golden fireworks gradually occupied her pupils.
The scene in front of her gradually blurred, and someone faintly called her:
"Jiaojiao, my mother's little Jiaojiao..."
The gentle voice seemed to be close, but it seemed to be far away.
She seemed to step on the warm golden sea of ​​clouds, and when she looked around, the gentle face of her mother who was about to be forgotten appeared in front of her again.
She was startled: "Mother?"
The mother took her hand and stroked her cheek with pity: "Without the protection of A-niang, Jiaojiao has had a very difficult life these years."
Memories of childhood came to my face.
Nan Baoyi's nose is sour: "Mother..."
She missed her mother so much.
During the past few years, she has been running around and offering sacrifices to her mother's mother only during the holidays. She has never been to the mother's grave to worship her, because she is not filial.
The mother hugged her as if she was a child, and kissed her on the forehead: "Aniang will take you away, okay?"
Mother's embrace is very warm.
Nan Baoyi was dizzy, and when the word "good" in her throat was about to be spoken, the warm golden sea of ​​clouds all around suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dark light and shadow, and the oncoming wind reminded her of the biting coldness. Everything just now is an illusion.
"Why are you extinguishing my light?!"
The golden bell rings.
The crisp female voice was a bit immature, and she was angrily asking who.
Nan Baoyi staggeredly held the aftertaste's hand and followed the sound.
Xiao Sui didn't know when he appeared, and was slowly twirling an ancient coin.
There are still black burn marks on the ancient coin, and it is thought that it has extinguished the scarlet lantern.
In the moon water, Gui Ying is sparse.
Langjun Shengxue is thin and thin in white, but his posture is very noble and romantic, like snow on a capped mountain.
Holding a string of Buddhist beads around his wrist, he squinted at the little girl wearing a colorful braided skirt: "The most taboo witchcraft in the palace. You play these tricks, do you know what the crime is?"
The little girl snorted heavily, ignored him, picked up her silk lantern and walked away quickly, the colorful silk ribbons hanging on her waist and wrists rang.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly looked back and glanced at Nan Baoyi with a smile.
The smile was kind of innocent and creepy, inexplicably creepy.
After she left, Nan Baoyi was curious: "Who is she?"
Xiao Sui put away the ancient coins: "A few years ago, foreign races offered to my father's beauty."
The wind near the pond was a bit strong, his sleeves bulged, and he started to cough weakly and violently. He was supported by the attendant, so he did not fall into the water.
Upon seeing this, Nan Baoyi couldn't help but apologize: "I ran into the Hetu Luoshu books you needed in Jinling Dragon Palace, but he was concerned that they were things that suppress the dragon veins, so I didn't dare to take them..."
"It's okay." Xiao Sui didn't care. "If you take it, then something really is going to happen."
Nan Baoyi is not a member of the Profound Clan, and doesn't understand this.
She was very curious about the witchcraft technique that the little girl had just used, and what kind of secrets Xiao Sui had learned to make her body so weak, but the other party looked sluggish, and obviously he was not willing to tell her this.
She had to say: "Are you here to visit Empress Shen too?"
Xiao Sui nodded slightly: "It's mother after all."
He and his entourage walked away.
Nan Baoyi had no choice but to return to the bedroom.
A weak and Xiao A Chou have fallen asleep.
The second brother wore a plain shirt and sat cross-legged on the dragon couch. He was holding a short case. He was holding a vermilion pen and writing something in a flowing water. After he finished writing, he blew it with care, and covered it with seriousness. The Great Seal.
Palace lanterns are bright.
He stared at the imperial edict with his long eyelashes, his thin lips pursed with a smile, his eyes filled with soft light.
"Second brother!"
Nan Baoyi hugged Chiya and called out abruptly.
Xiao Yi returned to his senses and hid the imperial decree quietly.
Looking across the pair of red boats, he bent his Danfeng eyes: "You did it with your own hands? Did you hurt your hands?"
Seeing the little girl's delicate and tender hands, he was relieved, and exclaimed: "We Jiaojiao made it with our own hands. It is really exquisite and beautiful, even better than the embroidered woman in the palace. Let me try it. size."
No wonder he recognized it at a glance, the embroidery is really terrible. Panlong embroidered like duck intestines, and at first glance it was made by Nan Jiaojiao, but he didn't dare not boast.
Nan Baoyi paused and was out of anger: "I didn't give it to you. My embroidery work is obviously better than this! It was Empress Shen who gave it to you, saying that it was to make up for the debt that year."
Xiao Yi: "...Oh, take it and throw it away. So ugly, look at Geying."
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