Chapter 21 Step by step is thrilling and intoxicated

picked it up to the light. It was a handkerchief embroidered with a name, but the fabric of the handkerchief was very strange. It was not commonly used silk or something, but like the material of men's coarse clothes.

"Mother, this..." When I saw the material with sharp eyes, my heart was confused. You should know that ordinary women still need to understand the difference between men and women, let alone the noble concubine. It is a big crime to find this kind of thing in her room.

Shen Sirong spread his eyebrows and handed the veil to the freehand: "Take it and burn it, don't leave traces."

As a result, the handkerchief went out and walked under his feet.

"Wait."

Shen Sirong suddenly remembered something and stopped his freehand.

" put this away, and then go to the front hall to find your wife, and say that I want to eat some sour cakes now and ask them to bring some. In addition, if anyone asks me about my situation at this time, you will talk to them like the dog. Do you understand?"

Looking at everything carefully, Shen Sirong only felt creepy. She had unconsciously entered the trap of others and did not know it. If a flaw had not been found by her, she would never have turned over.

What did you think of? Shen Sirong told her in his ear before letting her go out.

She knew that what she was going to do now could determine Shen Sirong's situation, so she put away her things and went out. On the way to the front hall, her feet seemed to be windy. She tried to absorb the churning breath of her chest and wanted to calm herself down. Shen Sirong saved her. This time, he wanted to let her go out of the palace and allowed her to look for the King of Glass, all of which could make her go through fire and water for her.

Standing outside the house, Liyi held her breath tightly and shouted to the maid, "Can you be in the room, madam?"

"What do you have to order?" The sound came out of Mrs. Shen, Wang Shi and Shen Siyi.

With a slight smile, she saluted Wang: "The Empress wants to eat some sour cakes, please prepare it."

"Oh? Sour cake? Didn't you just finish your meal? I'm afraid eating sour cake at this time will hurt your stomach. Wang asked with concern and immediately looked at Shen Siyi.

Her freehand eyes drooped and rolled up her sleeves. The veil in her chest and skirt burned her heart: "Madam, the Empress is not in good spirits at this time, so she wants to eat some sour cakes."

"Are you not in good spirits?" Wang looked anxious and was busy calling the doctor.

"Madam, don't panic. The Empress just ate more at noon and just vomited, so she wanted to eat something sour."

"So that's it. Does the Empress vomit so much? Didn't you spit out your lunch? Then I'll ask the kitchen to make some porridge and send it..." Wang asked.

Shake his head: "That's not true. I guess the Empress is full."

After hearing this, Wang suddenly ordered the maid beside him to go to the kitchen to bring a plate of sour cake and send it to Xiaoyuan.

After finishing the freehand work, he returned to Xiaoyuan. Pushing the door in, Shen Sirong had already lay on the bed with his clothes. He closed the door and walked to the bedside. Shen Sirong did not get up, but opened his eyes and asked, "How?"

"Everything is as expected."

Shen Sirong nodded, put his finger on his mouth and blew a whistle. As soon as the sound fell, he saw the broken window standing in front of Shen Sirong's bed in the cold night.

Shiyi only felt a strong wind roaring through her cheeks. When she saw it, the window was clearly closed and could not see any trace. If it hadn't been for the cold night standing in front of Shen Sirong, she would have thought it was just an illusion.

"Write, take this with you, and then go outside to guard it." Shen Sirong handed a red silk thread to her wrist.

When the door sounded, Shen Sirong sat up from the bed and said, "Cold night, if I have a good plan for today, then nothing will happen. If there is a mistake, I'm afraid it will be doomed."

The cold night's icy face broke a mouth. He looked deeply at Shen Sirong. After leaving Han Xiang's identity, although he still stayed with Shen Sirong, it was finally different from before. The emperor told him that the difference in identity was a lock, and the relationship between her and the emperor made him even closer.

Looking at the brilliance in Shen Sirong's eyes, I can't tell how long I haven't looked at her like this...

The deep affection in the cold night's eyes made Shen Sirong panic. He and Xiao Yuanfeng were debts that they could not repay.

"What do you have to order, but it's okay to say it."

The emotional voice was a few more hoarse and low, like a blunt knife scratching Shen Sirong's heart, reminding her to be sorry for the person in front of her.

Shen Sirong coughed softly and abandoned these messy emotions. Now he is afraid that it will be more dangerous if he delays for a while.

"You keep it well. If anyone wants to enter my room, they will stop it except you and freehand. And the red silk thread we just tied on our freehand wrist is a proof, do you understand?

A cold light flashed between the eyes of the cold night: "Don't worry, I won't let you fall into any crisis again."

zai......

Aren't? Shen Sirong was speechless and thought that he blamed himself for protecting her on the last cold night. After she nodded, she stopped making a sound, and the cold night also retreated without a trace when the knock on the door sounded again.

Huan Pei sent the sour cake into the house, and Shen Sirong turned his back and waved his hand casually.

"The Empress is not very refreshed. Just put it on the table." He followed Huan Pei with a smile.

Huanpei hooked his body and looked into the gauze tent. Shen Sirong's face was pale, his eyebrows were frowned, and the corners of his lips trembled and he didn't know what he was saying.

"The maidservant left first. The mother is resting. Only then did Huanpei retreat.

"Sister, I almost forgot that my wife invited a Taoist priest to pray for blessings yesterday and asked for a peace charm for my mother. I just forgot to bring it. Why don't you let me get it? Huan Pella said coquettishly with his freehand sleeves.

She looked embarrassed, but she couldn't pull it, so she dragged all the way to the front hall.

......

Shen Sirong closed his eyes and even his breathing trembled. She suddenly remembered the sour cake, turned over and stuffed a few pieces of the sour cake into the vase, and did not forget to leave some crumbs on the table.

"All-hand girl."

It was the sound of a cold night. Shen Sirong walked back to the bed and listened to the movement outside.

"Han Shiwei."

That sound is right. But it's a little stiff, no, there's a problem.

Outside the door, there are two palace guards, while the cold night is watching around the house. Seeing the freehand approach with a man in a black cloak, the blood all over his body solidified in the cold night.

"This is..." The cold night's guard gradually rose, and he asked freehand.

With a smile, he pointed to the man in the black cloak: "This is the person the Empress asked me to invite."

Han Ye nodded, but his eyes turned from the man in black to his freehand wrist. Sure enough, there was nothing. The cold night tightened the sword hanging on his body, and the guards next to him surged up and surrounded the two.

"Han Shiwei, what are you?" He looked puzzled and didn't panic at all about the cold night.

Han Ye pointed to the man in black: "Of course, the people who enter the house need to be carefully checked."

The man in black was clearly shocked and wanted to retreat, but was pulled by freehand, and then he stopped moving.

The freehand nodded, but slapped the cold night with no one paying attention. On a cold night, he jumped back, and the potted plants between them were smashed to the ground.

The bodyguard beside him also took the opportunity to control the man in black cloak, who could not do martial arts. The cloak was lifted to the ground, and a handsome face appeared below. The man was sealed with five senses and could not hear or speak.

As soon as he saw the knife light, his legs trembled and fell to the ground.

Han Ye shook off the scabbard and fought with the "handi". The freehandi pulled out a soft sword from his waist, shook his wrist deftly, and turned out waves of sword flowers one after another. Hanye took a step back. After looking at an empty block in the center of the sword flower, Han Ye slapped the right arm of "handi" with one hand, and his right hand pierced the sky. Get out of the way.

"Write" avoided the palm wind of the cold night, but was pierced by the sword flower.

"Ah..." The sword of the cold night pierced the chest of "handi", and the "handi" spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. As soon as the cold night closed down, the sword pointed away and fell into the freehand's throat again.

In the cold night, he lowered his head and tore the "handwriting" face, which was an ordinary woman's face.

With people tying her "handwriting" up, she rubbed around her waist, as if struggling. The cold night saw the remnants of her eyes clearly, reached out and tore open the pocket around her waist, and a small bamboo tube fell to the ground.

"handwriting" was shocked and wanted to trample it with his feet, but was kicked and broke the leg bone of his left leg by the cold night.

He picked up the bamboo tube on a cold night, which was a kind of signal. As a dark guard, he was naturally familiar with this. He twisted the bamboo tube left and right, and a light smoke floated up.

"Look at these two."

In the cold night, I thought that Shen Sirong's concern was just a worry. In the mansion of the imperial history, the object was still the noble concubine of the dynasty, but I didn't expect that Shen's mansion was also in crisis.

Under the arrangement of the cold night, the outside of the door was quickly restored to peace, as if nothing had happened just now, and the murderous atmosphere, together with the fragments of potted plants on the ground, were cleaned up.

Shen Sirong, who heard the sound and walked to the window, could see the situation outside clearly through the cracks in the window. It seemed that she was really not overthinking.

Look at the sky, what should come is coming soon.

"The emperor is here." A cry sounded high outside Xiaoyuan, and Shen Sirong in the room smiled bitterly. She stepped to the door and waited for the man to open the door.

In Xiaoyuan, there were suddenly many dense footsteps, and Shen Sirong closed his eyes.

"My subordinates participate in the emperor." On a cold night, he stood in front of the door and bowed down.

"Where's the mother?" Xiao Yuanqi's words were full of anger, and all those who heard it were shocked. When Xiao Yuanqi asked, his eyes skipped the door like a sharp knife. Shen Sirong in the door was cold and put his hand on the door lock...