Nan Baoyi sat opposite her and reached out to pick up a piece of Jade Rabbit Mooncake.

Before she could eat, Queen Chen knocked on the back of her hand with chopsticks.

She covered the back of her red hands and reluctantly put the mooncake back: "Empress, the visitor is a guest. Can't I even eat a piece of mooncake for you?"

Chen Jiang's eyebrows and eyes were cold and thin, and her red lips pulled out a sneer: "What are you eating for sacrificing him?"

Nan Baoyi glanced at the jade bottle on the windowsill.

She knew that the jade bottle was filled with red elixirs. It was refined by the Emperor's blood for Queen Chen during his lifetime, so that she would not suffer from poison when he was away. She was really worried.

She muttered: "I don't cherish it when I'm alive, but I'm going to sacrifice myself when I die... People die like a lamp extinguishing. If you sacrifice here, they won't receive it..."

Receiving Chen Jiang's cold eyes as if she was as scared, she silently shut her mouth.

Chen Jiang then 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 tiles, which are worn by the emperor according to the rules.

Nan Baoyi was slightly stunned: "Is the gift the Empress mentioned is the pair of red robes you made for your second brother with your own hands?"

Chen Jiang was cold: "I have good eyesight, but I can tell that it was made by me myself."

Nan Baoyi was silent.

The red pair was made crookedly, the two shoes were different in size, and the patterns embroidered with gold thread were also very twisted and rough. Those who knew that they were embroidered with the dragon Ruyi pattern, and those who didn't know that they thought that the embroidered with earthworms drilling mud was not as good as her embroidery skills.

It would be hard for her to see that.

She hypocritical compliments: "The Empress's craftsmanship is beyond the world, so she can naturally see it at a glance."

"I was immersed in hatred in the past, and even a few children hated him..." Chen Jiang lowered her eyes, poured wine for herself, raised her head and drank it all, her eyes turned a little red, "After all, I was wrong."

The moonlight shines through the window, as quiet as water.

She drank alone under the moon, lonely and lonely.

Nan Baoyi held her little face.

There is no touch at all.

After all, she has been with Queen Chen for so long, and she knows that Queen Chen is definitely not the one who bows her head and admits her mistakes, and she must be planning something.

She smiled and ordered the palace maid to take the red roe and say goodbye and leave.

After stepping out of the bedroom, she stood under the eaves of the palace and asked the nanny in a low voice: "What have the Empress been doing recently, who have you seen?"

The nanny said respectfully: "The Empress recently copied Buddhist scriptures, saying that she wanted to pray for the late emperor. After copying the Buddhist scriptures, she would sit where you were standing and look at the palaces and scenery in the distance."

Nan Baoyi nodded.

She looked into the distance, but she saw only the dark palace in the cold palace. There were a few green palace lanterns under the palace, which shone cold blue halos in the long Mid-Autumn night, shaped like ghost fire.

She was curious: "Who is living in the palace over there?"

The nanny glanced at it: "They are all beauties offered by foreign families over the years. The late emperor was impatient to see them staying in the harem, so he moved them all to the cold palace."

Nan Baoyi said "Oh".

She walked outside the cold palace.

The moonlight is bright, the road is narrow and long, and the sparse shadows of the osmanthus trees on both sides are slanted. The front passes through a pond. When the wind blows, golden osmanthus petals like rice grains fall on the water, with a faint fragrance everywhere and refreshing the heart.

The quiet breeze suddenly mixed with the sound of golden rings.

Nan Baoyi looked at it.

The girl in a colorful woven silk skirt sat by the pond, soaking her feet in the water without fear of the cold. She smiled and lifted up the water from time to time, and the small golden bells tied to her ankles sounded crisply.

Yu Wei hurriedly protected Nan Baoyi and advised vigilantly: "There are many lunatics in the cold palace. Don't watch it, girls, better go back soon?"

Nan Baoyi nodded.

She tightened her cloak and was about to leave when she saw a crimson gauze lantern next to the girl.

The lights jumped, as gorgeous as the fireworks blooming in the cold night.

The golden fireworks gradually occupied her pupils.

The scene in front of her gradually blurred, and someone was calling her:

"Jiaojiao, mother's little Jiaojiao..."

The gentle voice seemed very close, but also very far away.

She seemed to be stepping in the warm sea of ​​golden clouds. When she looked around, her mother's gentle face that was about to be forgotten appeared again in front of her.

She was stunned: "Mom?"

My mother took her hand and stroked her cheek pity: "Without my mother's protection, Jiaojiao has been through very difficult years."

Memories of childhood come to my face.

Nan Bao's nose was sore: "Mom..."

She misses her mother so much.

She has been traveling around these years, and only during festivals can she worship her mother at the tablet. She has never gone to her to worship her mother in person. She is unfilial.

My mother hugged her like she was a child and kissed her forehead: "My mother, okay?"

My mother's arms are very warm.

Nan Baoyi was drowsy. When the word "good" in her throat was about to be said, the warm golden sea of ​​clouds around her suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dark light and shadow. The oncoming wind was filled with a biting coldness, reminding her that everything she had just had was an illusion.

"Why did you turn off my lamp?!"

The golden ringtone started.

The crisp female voice was a little tender, and she was angrily asking whom.

Nan Baoyi staggered to hold Yu Wei's hand and looked at it according to the sound.

Xiao Sui appeared at some point, and was slowly twisting an ancient coin.

There were dark burning marks left on the ancient coins. It seemed that it had put out the crimson gauze lantern.

The moon is under the water, and the shadow of osmanthus is sparse.

The husband's white clothes are thin and thin than snow, but his posture is very noble and elegant, just like snow on a capped mountain.

He held a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and glanced at the little girl wearing a colorful braided silk skirt: "The most taboo thing in the palace is to witchcraft. Do you know what the crime is for playing these tricks?"

The little girl snorted heavily, ignored him, picked up her crimson gauze lamp and left quickly, and the colorful silk ribbons hanging between her waist and wrists ringed one after another.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly looked back and looked at Nan Baoyi with a smile.

The smile was a bit innocent and weird, and it was inexplicably creepy.

After she left, Nan Baoyi was curious: "Who is she?"

Xiao Sui put away the ancient coins: "A few years ago, foreigners presented them to my father's beauty."

The wind was a little strong by the pond. His sleeves bulged and he began to cough weakly again. He was supported by his servants and did not fall into the water.

Seeing this, Nan Baoyi couldn't help but apologize: "I met the River Tu Luoshu you needed in the Jinling Dragon Palace, but I was worried that they were things that suppressed the dragon veins and didn't dare to take them..."

"It's okay." Xiao Sui didn't care, "If you take it, something really will happen."

Nan Baoyi is not a native of Xuanmen, so she doesn’t understand these things.

She was very curious about what witchcraft the little girl used just now, and what secrets Xiao Sui had learned to make her body so weak, but the other party looked listless and obviously he was not willing to tell her about this.

She had no choice but to say, "You are here to visit Queen Shen, too?"

Xiao Sui nodded slightly: "It's my mother after all."

He and his entourage walked away.

Nan Baoyi was embarrassed and had to go back to the bedroom.

Aruo and A Chou have already fallen asleep.

The second brother was wearing a plain-colored midi dress, sitting cross-legged on the dragon couch, wearing a short slate, holding a red pen in his hand, writing something in a flowing way. After writing, he blew it with care and seriously covered the national seal.

The palace lanterns are bright.

He looked at the imperial edict with his long eyelashes, his thin lips and smiled, and his eyes were filled with soft light.

"Second brother!"

Nan Baoyi held Chibi and called out crisply.

Xiao Yi came to his senses and hid the imperial edict quietly.

His eyes flashed over the red croakers, and he bent his eyes: "You did it yourself? Did you hurt your hand?"

Seeing the little girl's hands delicate, white and tender, he felt relieved and exclaimed seriously: "It is worthy of being made by our Jiaojiao personally. It is indeed very delicate and beautiful, and it is better than the embroiderer in the palace. Take it to me and try the size."

It’s not his fault that he recognized it at first glance. The embroidery worker was so bad. Panlong embroidered like a duck intestine. It was obvious that it was made by Nan Jiaojiao, but he dared not not to praise it.

Nan Baoyi paused and was not angry: "It was not what I gave you. My embroidery work was obviously much better than this! It was given to you by Queen Chen, who said she wanted to make up for her debts back then."

Xiao Yi: "...Oh, then take it and throw it away. It's so ugly, it's disgusting."

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