Chapter 856: Shen Yichao, what are you

Nan Baoyi frowned fiercely.
Empress Shen randomly clicked the mandarin duck book to divorce the relationship between her and her second brother.
She gave it to Xiao Sui, but Empress Shen chose a concubine from the Wei family and gave it to her second brother, making it clear that she was deliberately humiliating him!
As she was about to speak, Empress Shen tucked her quilt, without her beak: "You take care of yourself."
She left straight away.
There was drizzle outside the temple.
In the sound of rustling rain, Nan Baoyi heard her heart beating hard.
She cannot accept such an arrangement...
She covered the wound, carefully supported Jinquilt on the bed, and was staggering to walk outside the bead curtain, but suddenly noticed something abnormal.
She looked up.
Behind a curtain, the lights are bright.
In the outer hall, Emperor Xiao Yu did not know when he appeared.
He came in anxiously, before he had time to put on a fur coat and hat, his snow-white uniform was soaked by the rain, and the undulating water stains spread across the edges of his robe, like a landscape map drawn by a spring rain.
He looked pale and stared at Empress Shen quietly.
Empress Shen looked at him, her expression still as usual.
The court ladies seemed to be accustomed to the confrontation between the emperor and empress, and they all bowed their heads and held their breath.
After a long time, a layer of mist filled the emperor's red eyes.
He supported his thin body and walked in front of Shen Jiang.
Nan Baoyi remembers that when he first saw him, he was weak and idle.
But at this moment, he suddenly burst into a strong and domineering gloomy aura, like a dark cloud covering the entire side hall, which makes people think that he is not the cowardly and ineffective emperor who was laughed at by the family.
He muttered, "Sister Huang, how did he die?"
Empress Shen pulled her lips coldly.
She seemed to be unaccustomed to this kind of Xiao Yu. She stepped back quietly, quietly distanced herself from him, and said calmly, "The concubine does not know."
Xiao Yu pressed harder step by step: "She is a close friend of yours for many years, and a sister who has been studying with you. Shen Jiang, you have a lot of hatred, so why do you have to attack the emperor?! Zizhong and Qingyang return Not enough, how many people are you going to kill?!"
"I do not have--"
Before Shen Jiang finished speaking, Xiao Yu pinched his cheeks.
His finger bones are long and slender, and even if he has been weak for many years, his strength is still amazing.
Shen Jiang was forced to stand on tiptoe and raised her head to look at him. The pain in her cheeks made her shed physiological tears. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't even utter a syllable.
Cold tears fell on the back of Xiao Yu's hand.
She struggled, and the folding fan hidden in her arms fell to the ground with a snap.
Xiao Yu looked down.
The folding fan was badly broken, and pictures of mountains and rivers were faintly visible on the silk cloth.
That is the handwriting of the emperor sister.
It was a big wedding gift given to Ajan by the emperor sister.
His eyes became redder, and slowly let go of his hand.
Shen Jiang covered his red finger prints on his cheeks and took two steps back embarrassedly. At this moment he dared not look directly at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu covered his mouth with a handkerchief, turned his head and coughed violently and weakly.
He clenched his handkerchief tightly: "The death of the emperor must be explained."
Shen Jiang was silent, and nodded gently.
Xiao Yu didn't seem to be able to support his body any more, staggering towards the wind and rain outside the hall.
The palace ladies hurriedly stepped forward to support Shen Jiang, but Shen Jiang pushed them away.
Shen Jiang leaned over and picked up the folding fan.
Nan Baoyi could only see her back, and heard her voice like laughing and crying, and asked in a hoarse voice: "At this time, do you still want to protect me? Xiao Panyu, Xiao Panyu, why are you still? Want to protect me?"
The side hall was silent for a long time.
When the rain gradually stopped, Shen Jiang put the folding fan in his arms and left here.
Nan Baoyi sat back on the couch depressed.
The emperor was not as weak as she had imagined. There seemed to be another soul living in his body. When that power burst out, even Empress Shen would be frightened.
The relationship between the emperor and the queen really made her unable to understand.
However, this is not the time to worry about the relationship between the emperor and the queen.
She thought about the two marriages, and didn't understand what to do.
She fell on the soft red sandalwood couch in large characters, tangledly pulling the brocade and covering her head.
...
Just when Nan Baoyi was awake to sleep.
Shen Yichao returned to Shen's house with the Queen's decree.
The yard was very dark.
Because during this period of time, he couldn’t be interested, so Chu Chu suspected that he had raised a vixen outside and quarreled with him many times. However, he was forced to question, but he smashed a cup, Chu Chu lost his temper, and simply took the servant girl yesterday. Back to her parents' house.
Shen Yichao pushed aside the fan.
Dark clouds cover the moon outside the window, and the light and shadow of the bedroom are dim.
The entourage apologized: "The little one forgot that the young lady has already returned to her natal house, so she didn't arrange for a maid to wait on her. It's not unreasonable to have a black light in this room. The little one will give you the light.
Shen Yichao said indifferently: "No, just withdraw."
The entourage realized that he was in a bad mood tonight and had to withdraw for fear of disturbing his purity.
Shen Yichao closed the door.
He fumbled and walked to the light stand, took out the fire fold from his arms, and was about to light the light. The brass chandeliers in the corner suddenly burst into flames, and the whole house lit up.
The rustling sound of flipping the book sounded.
Shen Yichao raised his eyes and looked at the young man in black and big sleeves, with a golden crown in his hair, sitting quietly behind the bookcase, looking through his handwriting.
The man's side face is cold and beautiful, the brow bones and the bridge of the nose are high, the skin under the lights shows a white color, and the bones reveal inviolable nobility.
Shen Yichao was expressionless: "Why are you in my room?"
Xiao Yi flipped through the handwriting slowly and carefully: "Shen Xiaolangjun writes the script in one hand, the stone is the bone, and the mountain and forest are wonderfully handed down. It is a pity that your character is not worthy of this handwriting."
Shen Yichao: "I don't understand what you mean."
Xiao Yi closed his handwriting, his lips pursed and there was no warmth in his eyes: "The death of the eldest princess and the prince Zhen Guo, Shen Xiaolang did a great deal..."
His gaze shifted downward and fell into Shen Yichao's wide sleeves.
In the white wide sleeves, a corner of the bright yellow silk was faintly exposed, which was the empress' decree brought out from the palace.
Xiao Yi's smile revealed a deep sarcasm: "Such a good dog, I don't know what Queen Shen praised you?"
Shen Yichao's face was ugly: "Xiao Daoyan, pay attention to your words!"
With a "pop", Xiao Yi dropped the handwritten book to the ground.
He got up with a smile and approached Shen Yichao step by step: "It is true that this king is wrong. Wild dogs still have feelings. Shen Xiaolang is so affectionate and unrighteous. He is really inferior to wild dogs."
"Xiao Daoyan"
"boom!"
Xiao Yi shot and knocked Shen Yichao to the ground with one punch.
He was condescending, studded with black military boots, and kicked Shen Yichao fiercely one foot after another: "This king regretted not killing you in Jinguan City! Shen Yichao, what are you, um "You tell this king, what are you?!"
The entourage heard the movement in the house and hurriedly opened the door.
The young prince, black robe with wide sleeves, was hunting and flying.
The sharp and beautiful Danfeng eyes were red with blood, like a violent evil spirit born in the dark.