Chapter 242 Yuchi Changgong Admires Me
Nan Baoyi followed Shen Jiang into the mansion and walked through the courtyard under the guidance of the housekeeper.
Snow fell in the south of the Yangtze River last night, and now there is a thin layer of snow on the Taihu stones and vegetation in the garden. It is exquisite and clear, a scene not seen in the north. The revolving lanterns hanging under the eaves are covered with heavy gold foil, which shows the financial strength of the Yuchi family in the south of the Yangtze River. A spot.
Nan Baoyi whispered: "Is your Majesty seeking revenge on Chang'an by taking refuge in the Yuchi family? Even though the Yuchi family has good financial and military strength, how dare you conclude that Chief Yuchi is willing to help your Majesty? Or is it that your Majesty wants to betray information?" In exchange for a place in the Yuchi family?"
Shen Jiang's side face is curved and beautiful, and her figure is astonishingly tall and slim.
Even though she is nearly forty years old, she is still more beautiful and charming than a young girl. Time and power have given her a temperament that ordinary women do not have. Step by step, she seems to be stepping on the nine-layered palace, and she is naturally majestic and elegant.
However, her expression was colder than the snow in the garden.
She pursed her red lips and didn't answer Nan Baoyi's question at all.
Nan Baoyi couldn't help but press and asked: "Empress, can you tell me?"
Shen Jiang was annoyed with her.
Now that things have happened, I actually regret feeding the twin Gu to this little girl.
She couldn't kill her, couldn't hit her, and having her with her was like carrying a chatty one. Her ears hurt because of the noise. She was really blind before she thought this little girl could be of great use.
She was impatient and uttered a few words coldly: "Yuchi Changgong, I admire you."
Nan Baoyi's pupils narrowed.
She opened her mouth to say something, but found that her tongue was tied.
No wonder the Yuchi family, with an army of millions, has never marched to the north in these years.
Is it because Yuchi Changgong is worried about Queen Shen?
She stared at Shen Jiang's back, and her mood was extremely complicated for a moment.
She thought about Xiao Yu, who had not been involved in state affairs for twenty years, and Pei Mu'an, who was willing to help Shen Jiang prepare for a retreat even if he risked his official career. She couldn't help smacking her lips and complimenting in a low voice: "Your Majesty is really... the peach blossoms are blooming all over the ground... "
The key is that the quality of the peach blossoms is not bad!
A quarter of an hour later, she finally followed Shen Jiang to the main courtyard hall.
The maid opened the felt curtain.
The furnishings in the hall are luxurious and elegant, and there are many officials and staff from Jinling City sitting there.
Nan Baoyi caught a glimpse of the young gentleman in white clothes.
Shen Yichao!
Shen Yichao's long black hair hung down at the waist, and he was simply tied with a dark silk hairband at the end of his hair. He raised his eyes and saw her coming in, her red and thin lips raised in a curve, and it seemed that she was doing well in Jinling.
Across many staff, he toasted to her from afar.
In his clear eyes, there was the pleasure of taking revenge on her.
Nan Baoyi turned around and hid behind Shen Jiang.
Shen Yichao smiled slightly, stood up calmly and greeted her: "Aunt."
Shen Jiang nodded and saw a girl in a blue dress following behind him.
Shen Yichao introduced: "This is the eldest lady of the Yuchi family, Yuchishan."
Nan Baoyi looked curiously.
The girl is fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate and thin appearance, and a certain Jiangnan gracefulness.
She bowed respectfully to Shen Jiangfu and said, "Shan'er gives my regards to the Queen."
Nan Baoyi's eyes flashed.
Why did she look at this girl as if she had a crush on Shen Yichao?
Also, Shen Yichao was born with pure beauty and graceful demeanor, which really attracted his daughter's family to like him.
Being liked by the eldest lady of the Yuchi family, Shen Yichao can certainly rise to prominence in Jinling.
As she looked around, Shen Yichao's eyes fell on her.
He folded his hands in his sleeves and said in his voice that there was no emotion or anger in his voice: "I haven't seen you for several months, Miss Nan is here well. I can still remember everything in Luoyang City. Because I worry about how to repay Miss Nan, I often toss and turn late at night, unable to sleep. …”
The drawn-out tone brought out a bit of sadness.
Nan Baoyi has to bow his head under the eaves.
She coughed softly: "Shen Xiaolangjun is living a very happy life with his beauty by his side. What else do you want to do? Now you are reunited with your aunt, haha..."
The hall was bustling with enemies meeting each other, when an excited "Sister Jiang" suddenly came from not far away.
Nan Baoyi turned his head and looked.
A man in his thirties quickly walked out from behind the screen.
Wearing a tooth-white robe with a Confucian shirt and wide sleeves, he has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall and straight face. He has a handsome face, but there seems to be some cruelty between his brows and eyes, just because he saw Shen Jiang, with those narrow eyes filled with viciousness. It becomes moist and gentle.
He stepped forward with a smile: "I know that Sister Jiang likes to dress up as a Confucian scholar, just like the piano player back then, so I dressed up specially. It was too late... I was very happy when I knew that Sister Jiang was coming... I remember It was only three years ago when I went to Beijing to report on my work that I met Sister Jiang once... Sister Jiang lost weight..."
He was incoherent with excitement.
The officials and staff in the hall had subtle expressions.
The head of the Yuchi family was considered the overlord of the party. He usually acted surly and flamboyantly, and dressed unruly. How could he look so cautious in front of Empress Shen?
Not only did he wear the clothes of a Confucian scholar, he even didn’t know where to put his hands and feet!
Nan Baoyi also saw it freshly.
Therefore, women still have to spend money and time on makeup and taking care of themselves. No matter what age they are in the future, if they stand out and dare to compete with young girls, they may even be admired by younger husbands.
Shen Jiang looked calm: "Do you know everything about Chang'an?"
Yuchi Changgong's face instantly became fierce: "Sister Jiang wants to be the emperor, why do you need to work personally? Jiangnan is your kingdom. After the spring, Changgong will definitely lead an army of millions to capture Chang'an and send you to the throne of Emperor Yong. Bit!"
Shen Jiang didn't take it seriously.
She lifted her robe and sat down, closed the folding fan in her hand, and pointed at Guan Baoyi: "Place her well, and send a few women to keep an eye on her at all times to make sure she doesn't escape."
Only then did Yuchi Changgong notice Nan Baoyi.
He didn't ask who Nan Baoyi was, and was about to ask the maid to take her down. Shen Yichao suddenly said: "Master Yuchi, this young lady has some connections with Shen. Can she be handed over to Shen for disposal?"
Yuchi Changgong looked at Shen Jiang.
Nan Baoyi's heart also lifted.
Shen Jiang's eyes wandered between Nan Baoyi and Shen Yichao. For a moment, she raised her lips: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate."
Nan Baoyi breathed a sigh of relief and was actually a little grateful to the pair of Gu.
She smiled innocently at Shen Yichao, turned around and followed the ladies down.
The Yuchi family's mansion covers a large area.
The ladies rowed a boat and took her to a small island in the middle of the lake. They locked her in a small pavilion on the island and left no maid to serve her. They only told her that they would bring her food and water every day.
Nan Baoyi felt at ease.
Anyway, with the twins Gu around, she couldn't die or get hurt.
The top priority is to take good care of the fetus, as long as she waits for her second brother to save her.
The small pavilion is exquisitely furnished.
She spread a cashmere rug on the floor, made another furnace with golden charcoal, sat in front of the dressing table by the window, hummed the ballads of Shu, and gently combed her long hair.
On the shore of the lake, a young man in brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
The young man has lost his former frivolity and naughtiness, and his whole body is calm and restrained.
He stared at the small pavilion, his narrow eyes as bright as stars.
"Sister Nan's sister..."
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