vrcanaries Chapter 1093 The Emperor is Getting More and More Skilled
Chapter 1093 The Emperor is Getting More and More Skilled
"go out!"
Shen Nanqiao's voice was a little suppressed, and he locked Luluo out of the door without question: "No one is allowed to come in without my order!"
Green Radish said cautiously: "Yes..."
The moment the door closed, Shen Nanqiao's straight back seemed to have all the strength drained away.
She stumbled to the dressing table, and a pale, distorted face was reflected in the bronze mirror. The eyes that were once as bright as the moon were now filled with only surging resentment!
"Sisters are one... I respect you sincerely... I protect my sister..."
Shen Nanqiao stared at himself in the mirror, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with deep hatred: "Shen Zhinian! You killed my child, took away all my glory, and now you want me to crawl at your feet and beg for mercy?!"
As he said this, Shen Nanqiao suddenly grabbed a silver hairpin on the dressing table and slammed it hard on the hard tabletop!
The sharp tip of the hairpin scratched across the table, making a harsh "sizzle" sound and leaving a deep scratch, just like her torn heart at this moment!
After a long time, the madness in Shen Nanqiao's eyes gradually subsided.
She can't break down!
She also has Xiu Lang!
She will avenge her revenge together with Xiulang!
With tears in her eyes, Shen Nanqiao sat down at the desk by the window and wrote quickly under the cold moonlight outside the window.
"Xiu Lang's personal letter: I entered the palace today and saw that vicious woman enjoying unlimited glory and being favored. My heart ached like a knife! She pretended to be magnanimous, spoke lightly, and treated me like a speck of dust and an ant. My father strictly ordered me to sincerely respect and protect her in the future. This humiliation is heartbreaking!"
Shen Nanqiao's writing was filled with such strong hatred that it almost cut through the paper.
"Of course, in order to avenge my son's blood feud and to wipe out my shame, Qiao Niang endured all kinds of pain and put on a good show. That vicious woman promised me that I could enter the palace in the future. Although it was false, it was also an opportunity to get closer to me."
"Xiu Lang, this hatred is irreconcilable! Qiao Niang thinks about him day and night, and she hates to eat his flesh alive! Only when she thinks of Xiu Lang, she feels that there is still a trace of warmth and hope in this cold world."
As he wrote this, Shen Nanqiao's pen trembled slightly, with a hint of dependence and fragility.
"I hope Xiulang will pity my loneliness and sympathize with my pain of losing my son. Qiao Niang's body and heart are all tied to Xiulang. I only hope that the day when my great revenge is avenged, I can stay with Xiulang forever and never be separated again!"
After writing the last word, Shen Nanqiao carefully folded the plain paper and put it back into the specially made box.
The chill of late autumn seeped in through the window, but it couldn't suppress the anger bubbling in her heart.
Shen Nanqiao's voice suddenly rang out, with unquestionable coldness, penetrating the tightly closed door: "Green ivy!"
The green radish outside the door shuddered suddenly, and almost pushed the door open with her hands and feet, and walked in quickly with her head lowered, her voice trembling: "Husband, Madam, what do you want?"
Shen Nanqiao didn't turn around. He turned his back to her and pointed to the inconspicuous box on the desk: "Put it where it belongs."
Luoluo's eyes fell on the box, and her heart instantly rose to her throat.
She knew that it contained a letter written by the lady to Master Lin.
After the Madam returned to Beijing, the contact between her and Master Lin became extremely dangerous. This inconspicuous method of communication was what they had agreed upon earlier.
Luoluo took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in her heart, took a step forward, and picked up the cold box with trembling hands.
The box was not big, but it weighed more than a thousand pounds, weighing her down so much that she could hardly breathe.
Green Rose's voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "Yes...I understand."
"remember……"
Shen Nanqiao turned around abruptly, his once bright eyes now bloodshot, staring at Luluo intently: "If there is any mistake, you know the consequences!"
Green Radish felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, her face turned pale, and she could barely stand.
She fell to her knees with a thud, her voice filled with tears: "Madam, rest assured! Even if I die, I will definitely get the job done, and I won't dare to make the slightest mistake!"
Shen Nanqiao said coldly: "It's good that you understand, go quickly and come back soon."
Green ivy seemed to be pardoned. It crawled up and rushed out of the room as if escaping.
In late autumn in the capital city, the nights are bitterly cold.
In the empty courtyard of the Lu Mansion, the only sound was the whimpering of wind blowing through dead branches.
Green radish wrapped itself tightly in its jacket, like a wandering soul, running quickly along the shadow of the wall, the cold wind blowing painfully on its face.
The streets were silent, with only the faint sound of the night watchman's clappers in the distance.
Luoluo's heart was beating like a drum. Every footstep made her suspicious, as if someone was watching her in the dark.
She clutched the box in her sleeve tightly, her palms full of cold sweat.
The destination was not too far from Lu Mansion, it was a dilapidated small land temple.
The temple gate was half collapsed, and it was dark inside, filled with dust and decay.
Green Rose didn't dare to go in, and only stopped at the foot of the outer wall. She looked around vigilantly, making sure there was no other movement except the sound of the wind, and then she squatted down.
In the darkness, she groped for the rough, cold bricks.
Soon, Green Radish's fingertips touched a green brick that was obviously loose.
She held her breath and pulled the brick out a little. Behind the brick was a hole that was only big enough to hold a palm, filled with dust and dead leaves.
Green Radish looked around nervously again, then with trembling hands, she took out the box from her sleeve.
She carefully stuffed the box into the hole, then grabbed a handful of dry grass and broken leaves and stuffed them in to cover it up.
After doing all this, Green Ivy quickly pushed the green brick back to its original position and pressed it hard to make sure there was nothing unusual.
The clothes on her back were soaked with cold sweat, and the night wind made her teeth chatter.
Luoluo didn't dare to stay for another second. She immediately stood up and ran back stumblingly like how she came.
When she returned to Shen Nanqiao's room, Luoluo almost collapsed.
She leaned against the cold door, breathing heavily, trying to calm her heart that was about to jump out of her chest: "Husband, Madam, I have put the letter away, making sure no one sees it."
There was no emotion in Shen Nanqiao's voice: "Got it, go down."
"Yes."
Luoluo felt relieved and almost collapsed back to her room.
……
Zhongcui Palace.
The candlelight flickered red, and the noise of the Hall of Supreme Harmony during the day had completely faded away, leaving only this quiet world.
Shen Zhinian leaned in Nangong Xuanyu's arms, allowing his slender fingers to slowly and carefully remove the heavy kingfisher phoenix crown from her hair.
The task of removing her hairpins and rings was originally the job of the palace maids, but since when did the emperor become more and more adept at it?
As Nangong Xuanyu plucked out the pearl and jade hairpins one by one, Shen Zhinian's long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, brushing against the back of his hand, bringing with it a faint fragrance.
Shen Zhinian tilted his head slightly, pressed his cheek against Nangong Xuanyu's solid chest, and listened to his steady heartbeat.
She had put aside the graceful demeanor she displayed during the day, and her eyes were filled with the attachment and satisfaction of a young woman.