Chapter 775: Nan Baoyi met the emperor for the first time

"His Royal Highness..."
Nan Baoyi sat on the embroidered pier, looking worriedly at Xiao Qingyang on the bed.
The girl's cheeks were pale, her eyes were pale blue, and she looked very haggard.
Xiao Qingyang's eyelashes trembled and slowly opened his eyes.
The palace is luxurious, with large curtains, a furnace of soothing incense burns in the corners, and rows of weapons hung on the walls. This is her palace.
Nan Baoyi whispered: "His Royal Highness fainted in Baoxia. Fortunately, the emperor said that there is no major problem, and rest and rest can recover."
She was afraid that Xiao Qingyang would be frozen, and wanted to test the temperature of the back of her hand, but when she first met, Xiao Qingyang avoided as if frightened.
Nan Baoyi was puzzled: "His Royal Highness?"
"You go to the lady in my palace and ask her to prepare hot water. I want to bathe."
Xiao Qingyang whispered.
The light and shadow in the tent were dim, her drooping eyelashes outlined two shadows, and Nan Baoyi could not see the emotions in her pupils.
She couldn't, she had to get up and do it.
Xiao Qingyang took a bath for two hours.
When she came out of the Piandian, she wore a crown of phoenix and tassels, and a dress with exquisite embroidery and luxurious palace dress, with wide sleeves on the floor, showing noble grace.
She bent her eyes towards Nan Baoyi: "Come with me to see the father?"
...
It is the first time that Nan Baoyi has seen the emperor since it has been so long in Chang'an.
The emperor’s palace was cold and deserted, and there were only a few eunuchs serving.
The whole hall is clean, full of calligraphy and paintings from the previous period. The color of the furniture is a cool dark blue. It is obviously winter, but there is no stove in the hall.
She knelt outside the bead curtain and couldn't help but peek at it.
Although the emperor was over forty years old, his appearance was still beautiful, his head full of green silk was pulled up with a golden crown, and he was wearing a white cloth embroidered with ink bamboo, playing the piano under the window.
Outside the carved window, facing a few clusters of green bamboo.
Obviously he is in the Jiuzhong Palace, but he has a refined manner of "sitting alone in a secluded Huangli".
Xiao Qingyang knelt and sat across from the piano table.
She started straight to the point: "I'm not willing to marry Wei Shaoqian."
The piano sounded intermittently.
Xiao Yu said indifferently: "How can we change the marriage that was set three years ago?"
"You know that your child will not be happy when you marry. Why do you want to persecute your child with her?" Xiao Qingyang's eyes reddened, "Since childhood, you have never supervised your child, and your child never asked you anything. In this life, Erchen only asks you for one thing. If he does not marry Wei Shaoqian, he will not marry him!"
The sound of the piano stopped.
Xiao Yu picked up the veil and coughed in front of her lips: "I am unable to change what she has set."
Xiao Qingyang choked and sneered: "You have been cowardly for a lifetime. What is it that you have the ability to change? A man as gentle as the prince's brother was forced into desperation by her. To death, the body and head were hung on the city tower and exposed. Show the public. Father, that is your first child! You have hugged him before and kissed him, but you watched him being slaughtered all over the door, and you dare not say a word..."
Faced with her daughter's accusation, Xiao Yu was speechless.
He glanced at the blood stain on the veil, and concealed it in his wide sleeves calmly.
He took out another token from his arms: "Qingyang is married, I don't know what to give you. You hold this token."
Xiao Qingyang's eyes were even scarier.
She stared at Xiao Yu closely, and said every word: "Even if you fail your children, you have to stand by her, right?"
Xiao Yu was silent.
The hand that always stopped in the air clearly expressed his attitude.
"Good, good."
Xiao Qingyang laughed twice, brushed away his hand mercilessly, and walked away with a cold face.
The bead curtain collided with a crisp sound.
The token fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled in front of Nan Baoyi.
She picked it up.
She couldn't understand the complicated ancient flowers painted on the token.
She ventured into the bead curtain, holding the token in both hands, and respectfully handed it back to Xiao Yu.
She hung her head and wanted to say something, but felt that she had no position or qualifications at all.
Royal matters, it is not her turn to be beaked.
Xiao Yu glanced at her.
Thin lips pursed and chuckled, and he asked, "Are you the girl Ayan married in Shengjing?"
Nan Baoyi whispered: "Yes."
Xiao Yu nodded: "I've heard of your deeds, she is a rare girl. You will pass this token to Qing Yang for me, and she will hold it. It will be useful."
When Nan Baoyi listened, she felt that this token was a good thing.
She decisively accepted Xiao Qingyang.
I wanted to retire, but she couldn't help it after all: "You--"
"You want to ask me, why do you accommodate the queen so much?"
Nan Baoyi was silent, and Qing Lingling's Danfeng eyes were full of doubt.
Xiao Yu took out a mask from under the Qin case.
It is a wood-carved mask with a white fox's face. The fox's eyes smile like crescents, beautiful and sly.
It's just that the lacquer of the mask is mottled, and the edges are badly worn, which has been around for some years.
He stroked the mask lightly, and there was connivance hidden in Peach Blossom's eyes: "I, once killed the person she loves most. I used to take her forcibly, and I can't help her. As long as she asks, I can If I can do it, I will do it for her..."
The winter sun came through the window.
Sitting in the light, he was obviously a trash emperor who was spurned by the family, but Nan Baoyi saw a little sharp and dark light in his eyes.
Like a sword hidden in the dark, like stars hidden in the clouds.
At this moment, Nan Baoyi suddenly felt that the emperor who had been robbed of power for 20 years seemed not to be a waste in the eyes of the family.
She dared not ask more.
She retired respectfully and went to find Xiao Qingyang.
She gave the token to Xiao Qingyang, and the other party's attitude was light: "Let's put it on the case."
Nan Baoyi put down the token and looked at Xiao Qingyang tangledly.
The girl was standing in front of the big bronze mirror, holding the blood-red wedding gown in her hand, and was gesturing carelessly on her body.
The aunt of Xiufang who came to give the wedding gown, couldn’t help but admired: "His Majesty is white and beautiful, and she is tall and she is absolutely beautiful in a wedding gown. Your Majesty might as well try it. If something is not suitable, the slave and maid will take it back for a while. modify."
Xiao Qingyang threw the wedding gown to the maid in the palace and said lightly: "The size is just right, you don't need to try it on."
Sending away the aunt of Xiufang, she told the female officer: "This palace is about to marry, but the palace is very deserted. Invite more family girls into the palace and let them marry with the palace. Especially Wei Jiachuchu, the future of the palace Sister-in-law, my palace is looking forward to connecting with her."
The female officer was surprised and delighted.
As she packed her wedding clothes, she smiled and said, "I thought the princess couldn't think about it, but I didn't expect you to figure it out so soon. How wonderful it is to marry Mr. Wei Jia Lang. The servant girl heard that he was born in Yushu Linfeng, a talented person, and came from Taishifu. A piece of beauty. You and Wei Jialang are a match made in heaven!"
Xiao Qingyang was noncommittal.
Nan Baoyi looked at her worriedly.
I always felt that Di Ji seemed to be brewing some conspiracy.
She hesitated: "Your Highness—"
"Nan Jiajiaojiao, remember, what I will do in the future has nothing to do with you."
Xiao Qingyang interrupted her almost indifferently.
Nan Baoyi watched her play with Fengguan, and was even more worried.
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The family girls, headed by Wei Chuchu, entered the palace together in the afternoon.