Chapter 790: Xiao Yi pressed her against the wall

Music plays.
Xiao Zizhong lazily leaned on the precious white tiger skin cushion, holding the jade chopsticks in one hand, and tapping the wine cup in a leisurely manner.
The height of the jade jade in the wine cup was different, and he played a soft and sad music.
He hummed nursery rhymes, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of playfulness.
As Xiao Yi killed the tiger, the jade chopstick broke apart, interrupting the little song.
"The jade is broken..."
Xiao Zi tilted his head and smiled again.
In the field, Xiao Yi knelt on one knee, his left arm dripping with blood.
It's nothing more than bare-handed, but he was wearing handcuffs and ankles, plus he hadn't eaten yesterday, and he faced the lion and the tiger in two consecutive games. He couldn't break out the power he should have.
Although he won, there were violent shouts from all directions.
It was the Hu businessmen who had bet heavily on the Tiger to win, insulting Xiao Yi in foreign language.
Nan Baoyi whispered to the steward: "Take it. In the past half month, he is not allowed to arrange matches for him."
"Is this distressed?" Xiao Zi drank heavily and chuckled. "It's a pity that your love for Xiao Daoyan is just a plaything-like confinement and possession. I heard that he loved you very much in the past. I want to come because he really paid it wrong. Now. Nanda, your love is as disgusting as my queen."
He threw away the white jade cup: "Go back to the palace."
Nan Baoyi watched him go away, indifferently handed over: "Send your Royal Highness."
She was no longer afraid of taking the name of the wicked.
Even, this is the result she wants.
...
The wind and snow roared, and the nine palaces were majestic and scattered.
Xiao Zi stepped into Yikun Palace again.
The bedroom is warm like spring, and in the large vase on the flower table, there are more than a dozen newly blooming beautiful peonies.
The tall Queen Shen, combing a peony bun, wearing a light skirt, holding a long peacock tail feather, is teasing the cat.
Xiao Zizhong didn't bow and leaned indifferently beside the bead curtain, "I have seen Brother Erhuang."
Shen Jiang did not listen.
She watched the cat jump up and fiddle with the feathers, she couldn't help showing a girlish and innocent smile, amused: "Hey, jump higher, jump higher..."
"Erchen also saw Ning'er."
"Ah, why did the cat dirty its tail?"
Shen Jiang squatted down in amazement, took the cat into his arms, and flicked its white tail, which was stained with charcoal.
"boom!"
Xiao Zi brushed his sleeves again, turning over the vase without hesitation.
The vase was smashed to the ground, the gorgeous peonies were cut into pieces by the white porcelain pieces, and the petals fell to the ground, and the air suddenly added a rich and sweet floral fragrance.
Xiao Zizhong paused every word: "Listen to me."
The sleeping hall was silent, and the needle dropped.
The maids held their breath and bowed their heads deeply in horror.
Shen Jiang held the cat and slowly raised his eyes.
Xiao Zizhong's eyes turned red, and he walked into the Zhulian step by step: "Back then, you promised Erchen that as long as Erchen stopped seeing Ning'er, you would let her go. But what have you done now? You sent Ning'er away. Jiao Fang Si... She is a noble girl, and she has been so spoiled since she was a child, how can you humiliate her like this? You even, you even killed Qing Yang! I returned to Beijing to attend Qing Yang’s wedding, but I can only participate in the first seven of Qingyang now!"
Shen Jiang sat on the chaise couch.
She caressed the frightened cat in her arms, her Fengyan picking coldly: "Xiao Zizhong, I haven't seen you for two years, is this your attitude towards this palace?"
"Qingyang is my sister, and Ning'er is my childhood sweetheart!"
"This palace is your mother!"
The mother and the child are facing each other.
For a long time, Shen Jiang said: "Allowing Wen Zhining to live up to now is an extra grace in this palace. I want her to come out of Jiaofang Division, yes, but you must marry Zhao Jinghong."
"Erchen doesn't love her."
"You have to marry if you don't love. The Zhao family is very important. If you want to sit firmly in the East Palace, you must be supported by the powerful Yue family."
"Erchen doesn't want to enter the East Palace."
The cat in her arms thumped and began to bark impatiently.
Shen Jiang let go of the cat and dusted her skirt coldly: "Think about Wen Zhining."
Xiao Zi squeezed his fists tightly.
It turned out that Ning'er was left behind by the mother, not a kindness outside the law.
But to be able to use her to pinch him today.
It turned out that two years ago, she had planned what happened today.
The temple is obviously warm as spring, but there is a deep chill, spreading along the young man's tailbone.
He stared at Shen Jiang, and Qingyue's youthful voice was hoarse: "Mother, the seal of the East Palace, stained with the blood of Brother Da Huang and Qing Yang, the children dare not take it."
He turned away indifferently.
The female officer knelt down and thumped her calf for Shen Jiang.
She warmly said: "His Royal Highness is young and energetic, and still does not understand the benefits of power."
Shen Jiang closed his eyes: "If he hadn't looked more like the Shen family, why would the palace support him?"
After a pause, she suddenly said, "How do you think the children of the Shen family compare to the children of the royal family?"
The female officer lowered her head.
Although the movement of the hands remained the same, the bottom of my heart was shocked.
Does the empress not only want to be emperor, but also want to make the son of the Shen family the crown prince?
This is ridiculous.
She respectfully said: "The Shen family is good at leading soldiers in battle, but not good at balancing the court. Although the Shen family is very resourceful, he is too upright and arrogant. The servants think that the children of the Shen family are not as good as the mothers. Own child."
Shen Jiangyan glanced at her.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said nothing more.
...
The snow in Chang'an city stretches endlessly.
Nan Baoyi secretly returned to Nanfu with Xiao Yi.
He was injured, and she wanted him to have a good environment to heal.
Like a thief, the girl poked her head out of the veranda and looked around. Seeing that there was no servant girl, she looked back and waved to signal Xiao Yi to follow.
Xiao Yi's face was ugly.
Nanjia is also his home, but he is so unsightly when he comes back, what's the matter?
Seeing him with a cold face, Nan Baoyi had to step forward and take his arm: "Second brother doesn't know anything, because I took him to the house to raise him, so my grandmother was very angry, and even took it with you to anger you."
After all, in the eyes of his grandmother, Aqiu was the child of his second brother and his concubine.
She has the children of her ex-husband and concubine, what's the matter?
I will say dear, everyone thinks she is carrying oil bottles.
Xiao Yi pressed her against the wall and looked down at her with unkind eyes: "Does your parents want to marry you to another man?"
Nan Baoyi hadn't answered yet, a shout came from across the veranda.
When the two looked over, Nan Guang carried the robe in one hand and walked around aggressively.
He dragged Nan Baoyi and pointed at Xiao Yi and cursed, "You stay away from Jiaojiao!"
Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow.
His old husband actually returned from Shengjing.
Come back when you come back, with a cockfighting gesture.
He clearly remembered that when he first arrived in Chang'an, the servant had kindly called him to kiss his son-in-law.
Nan Guang took Nan Baoyi to the side and said with a grimace: "He is now a prisoner, a slave, what are you entangled with?! Jiaojiao, you have a great future, you can't be confused!"
Nan Baoyi looked back.
The second brother was coarsely clothed and short brown, tied a ponytail with a simple black cloth, and still wore shackles that symbolized slavery on his feet.