Nan Baoyi was stunned.

Chen Jiang glanced at the lost Chen Yichao again: "A Chao is eager to solve the case. He has a slight mistake, so he doesn't have to take it seriously. At your age, even if you take the wrong path, you can turn back."

Chen Yichao felt warm in his heart and bowed: "Thank you aunt..."

At this time, he didn't know that once he took the wrong path, he would be unable to turn back.

...

In the afternoon, Nan Baoyi dressed up carefully and took a long-eaves car to the palace.

But in front of the palace gate, he was stopped by Xiao Yi.

The girl rolled up the bamboo curtain.

There was fine snow falling outside. The young prince's highness had rustled snowflakes on his hair. The dark red official robe made Yingjun's deep and beautiful face look a little pale. He curled his anger and only had gentleness left.

Nan Baoyi whispered softly: "Are you sick?"

His face had never been so pale.

Xiao Yi said lightly: "It's not a serious illness. Do you want to go to the palace to see her?"

Nan Baoyi raised his head and looked at this majestic and ancient palace.

She nodded: "I want to see you."

She is his mother, and the emperor's sister-in-law was forced to death by her.

She wanted to figure out what kind of woman Chen Jiang was.

There is no need to worry about safety. Chen Jiang once swept across the country. With her pride, she would never use tricks to kill her in the palace.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand at her: "I'll accompany you for a ride."

Nan Baoyi hesitated to look at his hand that reached out.

Last time on the winter solstice, it was obvious that it had ended in disagreement, but when faced with his slightly pale face, Nan Baoyi could not speak harsh words no matter what.

She put her little hand in his palm.

She was helped off the carriage by Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi took the paper umbrella handed over by He Ye and entered the palace with Nan Baoyi.

The palace alleys are long and long.

There was silence around, only the sound of snow falling.

Under the umbrella, Nan Baoyi raised her head and saw that most of the paper umbrella was leaning towards her. A thin layer of snow accumulated on his shoulders, which made the man's face look as white as jade, and even his thin lips lost a little blood.

Nan Baoyi pursed her lips and suddenly held Xiao Yi's hand holding the umbrella.

She got closer to him.

She whispered: "The paper umbrella is big, you don't have to always take care of me."

Xiao Yisaner suddenly stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.

Nan Baoyi's pupils dilated slightly.

She was locked tightly in his arms by him, smelling the clear fragrance of mountains and rivers that were coming to her face, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

This guy...

He is really good at climbing up the pole.

Xiao Yi sent her all the way outside Fengyi Palace.

He stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand and reminded him, "I'm just waiting here. If anything happens, just call me loudly."

Nan Baoyi looked at his nervous expression and couldn't help but chuckled.

His expression was very similar to the parents who sent their children to the academy for the first time. They always stood outside the academy for a long time, fearing that their children would not be able to adapt to the strange academy.

After laughing, she raised her little face and nodded seriously: "Dada, I've recorded it."

Many children like to call their father "Dada" when they act coquettishly.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

This little girl has never seen the rows of heads hanging on the city tower. She doesn't know what Chen Jiang is so scary, and she dares to joke with him. She is really dead and unbearable.

However, his tension disappeared.

He reached out and put his cloak together for her.

He suddenly leaned over, leaned into her ears, and murmured: "I like to call Dada so much, change it to the crib bed, and let Jiaojiao call Dada crying..."

Nan Baoyi's face instantly became hot.

But after reading the script, those men were very bad, and they liked their wives and concubines to call them Dada when begging for mercy, and they were not ashamed of being embarrassed!

She glared at Xiao Yi shyly, turned around and ran into Fengyi Palace with a blushing face.

Xiao Yi hooked his thin lips and slowly stood up straight.

He dusted the snow on his shoulders, picked up a palace eaves that sheltered from snow, and waited for people patiently.

Nan Bao's clothes and quilts of palace maids led into the inner hall.

Through the bead curtain, a female official raised her food instructions and kept silent, and whispered: "The Empress is still taking a nap, and the little lady Nan sits here and waits for a while."

Nan Baoyi had to sit down.

Fortunately, the palace maid did not make things difficult for her and prepared a plate of flower cake and a pot of flower tea for her.

Soft fragrant cake, sugar cake, chestnut cake, apricot cheese, and snow steamed cake are pieced together in a lotus leaf celadon plate to form a peach blossom shape. The color is as white as snow, and a little bit of rouge red like peach blossoms, exquisite and pleasing to the eye.

Nan Baoyi ate a small mouthful of chestnut cake and drank half a cup of hot flower tea.

The flower tea fried with snowflakes is full of sweet mouth and has endless aftertaste.

She couldn't help but think that there are many people with high status and power, but most of them are burdened by power. However, this Queen Shen is a very good person to enjoy.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and looked into the bead curtain.

Queen Chen took a nap on the imperial concubine's couch.

She curled up and fell asleep, her hands in a rope shape.

Nan Baoyi is strange.

Before taking the exam for Siliya, she read on the file that a person's personality has something to do with his sleeping posture.

Sleeping in a curled-up like Queen Chen means she feels insecure.

If your hands are in the shape of a rope, it means that she is possessive, or she is working hard to find something but cannot get it.

She is the most powerful queen, how could she feel insecure?

What is it that she can't ask for?

The bead curtain is lightly swayed.

The fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

Chen Jiang curled up and was immersed in her sleep.

In March, the peach blossoms are fragrant and the spring water is rippling.

The girl was combed in her bun, holding a candied haw in her hand, and walked lightly through the lively bluestone street.

Her father forced her to marry the emperor of the dynasty, but she refused and secretly ran to Jiangnan.

The willow bank is covered with misty rain across the river. A simple piano player sits upright and plays the piano. He wears a white fox mask. The sound of the piano is cool and pleasant, causing swallows to chirp. The young children hide behind the willow tree and listen intoxicatedly.

After one song.

She applauded: "You played so well!"

The young zither picked up the guqin and looked at her through the white fox mask, with a gentle voice: "Thank you."

"Your accent is not like that of Jiangnan people. Where are you a piranha?"

The piano master smiled: "In Jiangnan, he is the piano master in Jiangnan."

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were curved: "It turns out that you are also a poor wandering person. I have nowhere to go. I will walk together in the future, okay?"

...

"ah!"

Nan Baoyi didn't pay attention and knocked over the glass teacup.

The sound of the cup breaking is like a golden sword and an iron horse.

Inside the pearl curtain, Chen Jiang's eyebrows were frowning tightly, and fine cold sweat quietly emerged from her temples.

The dark shadows are everywhere, and the rainstorm is pouring.

In the Jinling City in Jiangnan, the sky was dark and dark clouds were over the city. The winds and rains were storms on the lake shore. The water droplets were spinning violently on the lotus leaves, and the willows were trembling in the strong wind.

"You let him go, I agree to all conditions and let him go!"
To be continued...