Chapter 950: Every night and night, think about him

Tonight's Kunning Palace, with thousands of lights, looks like a dragon palace in the mist.
Nan Baoyi stepped into the sleeping hall, and Empress Shen was still awake.
Six gold-pink landscape screens were placed in the corner of the sleeping hall. Empress Shen leaned on the chaise couch by the west window. The silk bedclothes were scattered, and the white fox face mask was placed on the pillow.
Nan Baoyi withdrew his gaze and bowed, "Please greet the empress."
Shen Jiang lowered his long curled eyelashes: "Did you hear it?"
"What did you hear?"
"Their curses."
Nan Baoyi respectfully said, "Weichen only heard the sound of rain."
Shen Jiang smiled.
She played with the white fox mask, her voice faintly like autumn rain outside the court: "Drank some wine at dusk, and in my dream tonight, I saw him again... But after waking up, he was still without a trace. I can't see it. , Can't touch, can't catch..."
The mask of the white fox was deeply attached to her heart.
She closed her eyes.
The slender eyelashes cast shadows on her white cheeks, trembling fiercely under the candlelight.
"When I woke up, I couldn't hear his piano or the sound of autumn rain outside the hall. I only heard hoarse and old voices insulting, insulting Sichen, the harem, the harem doing political affairs..."
Her ending sounded astringent.
It looks like an unripe green persimmon.
Nan Baoyi was silent, not knowing how to respond to her.
Empress Shen in the day is high above her, even the Phoenix Crown is cold.
But Queen Shen at night seemed to be a little more emotional and lively than during the day, with love and hatred, more like a living person.
Shen Jiang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Hearing those scoldings, my palace has trouble sleeping and eating." She opened Dan Feng's eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on Nan Baoyi's quiet face, "Nan Qing, go and chase them away."
"Here."
Nan Baoyi bowed his knees and bowed, and slowly withdrew from the bedroom.
Shen Jiang stared at her figure.
The girl was walking through the bead curtain and whispered to the maid: "You can't sleep in the autumn night, get a bowl of soothing tea for the empress, and change the incense in the bedroom to soothing."
Shen Jiang looked at it coldly.
Her son wanted to take her life.
The girl she admired, wandering around her with a hypocritical face all day long, seemingly loyal to the point where she noticed even the smallest things, but only she knew that Nan Baoyi was just a knife from Ayan... …
After the golden powder screen, a cough suddenly sounded.
Shen Jiang looked away coldly.
The handsome man in white bedding came out holding the screen.
Even if a person is middle-aged, he is born in the Xiao family, he is romantic, and has a handsome skin. Although he does not have the majesty of the emperor, he has a noble air in his eyes, like a Zhilan Yushu, like a high mountain and white snow.
Shen Jiang sat up, and took away the extra emotions: "Are you ready?"
Xiao Yu's eyes fell on the fox mask next to the pillow.
Shen Jiang hid the mask under the pillow, and said in a deep voice, "Look again, I dug out your eyes."
Xiao Yu smiled faintly, but his pupils were as dark as an abyss.
He sat on the chaise couch, slowly untied his belt, and said dumbly: "Remember him?"
Shen Jiang stared at him.
His brow bones and the bridge of his nose are very tall, and his profile is very good-looking, but she is extremely disgusted.
She leaned close to his ear like a wicked one: "Every night, every night, thinking is deep into the bone."
Xiao Yu untied his hands from the laces of his clothes and paused slightly.
Shen Jiang's tone was even worse: "I remember him for the first half of my life, and I will remember him for the second half of my life. But for you, my palace will only hate. If it weren't for you, my palace would die with him. The palace!"
Xiao Yu lowered his eyes.
After a while, he chuckled: "Very good. Hate, originally it lasts longer than love, and it's not easy to forget than love."
"Snapped!"
Shen Jiang slapped him.
Tonight is the middle of the moon, and as usual, the emperor should stay in the queen’s palace.
The veil gradually fell.
The patter of autumn rain, the bright moon that should have been perfect, was obscured by thick clouds.
The affair in the account is not fierce, more like a revenge-like indulgence and humiliation.
After half an hour.
Shen Jiang opened the curtain: "Medicine."
The confidante lowered her head and respectfully brought a bowl of medicine.
The brown concoction was filled with a light smell.
Shen Jiang picked it up and drank it cooked.
When I was young, I occasionally forgot to drink avoiding soup, which led to the pregnancy of those children.
Because I hate their father, so I hate them too.
Neither is love nor hate. Those feelings have gradually fermented and distorted into more complex emotions over the long years.
In the account.
Xiao Yu sat up.
He quietly watched taking medicine for her, with unspeakable complexity hidden in his eyes.
He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed a few times, and his face became paler.
When these things happened in Kunning Palace, outside the palace gate.
The maids carried lanterns and umbrellas, and surrounded Nan Baoyi.
Nan Baoyi was standing under the umbrella in a cloak.
The warm yellow palace lantern illuminates the rain curtain, and the gray-haired old men knelt in the rain, crying and admonition one after another.
It's autumn, and it's as cold as the rain at night.
Nan Baoyi said warmly, "Why do you adults? If you hurt your body, you will lose more than you gain."
The headed old man had a hoarse and resolute voice: "If I didn't achieve the goal, I would crash and die in front of the palace gate, so as to persuade the emperor to tell the truth!"
Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows: "Niangniang is also considering Jiangshan Sheji. The adults are getting old and can't understand Niangniang's good intentions."
The old man was angry: "Jiji Sichen, deceiving people! Shen Jiang is not a good thing, you Nan Baoyi is her lackey, you are not a good thing either!"
"Really stubborn..."
Nan Baoyi sighed: "Let’s tell you the truth. Even if you crash and die in front of the palace gate tonight, you can’t shake your mother’s will. You’re old, so it’s better to go back and forth wherever you are, and you can live forever. . You have worked so hard all your life, and you don’t want to...
The girl has a charming smile and a gentle voice.
However, Mianli's ability to hide needles is not weak at all.
A group of old people who had gone through two or three generations of emperors suddenly became so angry.
They shouted loudly: "I have never seen a wicked girl like you when I am so old! Nan Baoyi, when I was so old, your mother was still swaddling and crying, what right do you have to talk to me? Wait to speak? Tell Shen Jiang to come out and tell her to talk to us!"
Nan Baoyi bowed her head lazily, and adjusted her sleeve.
She raised the corners of her mouth, and her voice was a little impatient: "The lady has fallen asleep, and she has no time to pay attention to you. Since she is so stubborn, come, this group of people will disturb the palace and beat them into—"
"Wait a minute."
Qingyue's voice came from the rain curtain.
A palace lantern is approaching from far away, and a man in a dark red brocade is coming with an umbrella.
Four eyes face each other.
Second brother...
A gleam of light flashed in Nan Baoyi's eyes, and she was afraid of being discovered the little joy in her heart, and quickly calmly pressed down the corner of her mouth.
She is serious: "What is King Yong doing?"
Xiao Yi has already approached her and confronted her.
He is condescending, with beautiful and clear eyes: "They are all the elders of the central government in the past. Why should Nan Situ be too careless? It is better to make a good relationship, and the queen will not fall into the reputation of treating the elders harshly."
He looks serious.
But Nan Baoyi's eyes were sharp, and he saw the Luosock he had hidden in his arms, accidentally revealing a small white corner.
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Good night