frightfiction Chapter 1142 The Emperor is Ready to Take Action (178 million votes plus additional content)
Chapter 1142 The Emperor is Ready to Take Action (178 million votes plus additional content)
Green Lotus was so frightened that her soul was about to fly away. She tried to persuade him for the last time: "Madam, I beg you, please don't..."
Shen Nanqiao's voice was very low, but sharp and piercing: "Bitch! If you dare to say another word, I will immediately make sure you can never speak again!"
"My child is watching from heaven. I will definitely take revenge. No one can stop me!"
Looking at the desperate and crazy fire in Shen Nanqiao's eyes, Luoluo's last bit of strength was drained.
She collapsed to the ground, tears streaming silently, and finally gave up completely.
Seeing an opportunity, Green Ivy quietly left the tent and disappeared into the deepening dusk.
She carefully avoided the patrolling guards and, like a frightened mouse, ran to the east side of the camp, behind a wooden box where spare arrows were stored.
With trembling fingers, Luoluo stuffed a small roll of rough straw paper, which was soaked with sweat, into the deep gap of the third pile of wooden boxes, and then ran away without looking back.
In less than half an hour, the piece of straw paper was handed to Lin Wan by Yun Tao.
Under the dim tallow lamp, Lin Wan unfolded the scribbled but thrilling lines of words, and her eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife!
Without any hesitation, she quickly wrote a few words with a charcoal pencil and handed them to Yun Tao. Her voice was as cold as ice: "Send it to the old place immediately."
"Tell the contact person that this is urgent!"
Yun Tao said respectfully: "I understand!"
Finally, the news was delivered into the luxurious Zhai bird auspicious cloud tent before the night completely enveloped the enclosure.
Fuqiu presented the small piece of paper to Shen Zhinian.
Under the candlelight, Shen Zhinian was leaning on the thickly covered soft couch, enjoying this rare quiet time.
She glanced at the six words "Tomorrow's breakfast, poison hairpin" on the paper. There was no surprise on her face, only the understanding of knowing the whereabouts of her prey.
Shen Zhinian then threw the paper into the burning charcoal basin beside him. The orange flames instantly devoured it and turned it into a wisp of green smoke.
"The show is about to begin."
Shen Zhinian's voice was calm, even with a hint of laziness and weariness, as if what he knew was just a trivial matter.
Then, she ordered, "Fuqiu, ask the imperial kitchen to prepare a bowl of blood swallows stewed with rock sugar. I will personally deliver it to His Majesty."
Fuqiu understood what she meant and immediately bowed: "Yes, Madam, I will go right away."
She turned and walked away, her steps soundless.
Not long after, Fuqiu came back with a rosewood food box inlaid with mother-of-pearl. A sweet fragrance wafted from the gaps in the lid.
Shen Zhinian stood up, and Handan put a thick cloak with silver fox fur trim on her, covering the splendor of her palace dress and revealing only her beautiful face.
She took the food box and felt the warm bottom with her fingertips.
"You don't have to follow."
Shen Zhinian said calmly, his tone so casual as if he was just going for a walk.
"Yes."
The night was getting darker and the paddock was getting colder.
There was white frost on the dry grass, which made a crackling sound when stepped on.
The patrol torches flickered in the distance, and the occasional metallic sound of armor colliding was particularly clear in the silence.
Shen Zhinian carried the food box and walked towards the core and most heavily guarded area of the camp.
Her figure was calm, as if she was just an ordinary scenery in this cold night of late autumn.
The imperial guards on duty saw Shen Zhinian and bowed from a distance.
No one stopped him, and no one questioned him.
Because it is a very common thing for Concubine Chen to send midnight snacks to His Majesty.
"Your servant pays respect to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine Chen. May Your Majesty be blessed with good health!"
The thick bright yellow brocade curtain was silently lifted by Li Changde who was guarding outside the imperial tent.
There was warmth inside the tent, and the huge tallow candles made the golden dragon-shaped wall shine brightly.
Nangong Xuanyu had not gone to bed yet. He was only wearing a dark casual suit, with his black hair loose. He was leaning on a soft couch covered with white tiger skin, flipping through a book casually in his hand, with a leisurely posture.
Shen Zhinian bowed gracefully, her voice sounding especially gentle in the warm air: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"
"Nian Nian?"
Nangong Xuanyu raised his eyes, a trace of joy flashed across his eyes, he put down the book and asked softly: "It's so late, why are you here? It's very cold outside."
Then, his eyes fell on the food box in her hand.
"I thought about your Majesty's hard work in reviewing the memorials, so I asked the kitchen to stew some blood swallows for your Majesty to moisten his stomach."
Shen Zhinian walked forward and placed the food box on the small rosewood table beside the couch with natural movements.
She opened the lid of the box and carefully took out the cup of warm blood bird's nest with rock sugar. The sweet fragrance immediately filled the air.
Nangong Xuanyu sat up and took the jade spoon handed to him by Shen Zhinian, but did not taste it immediately.
He looked at her increasingly soft features in the candlelight, a smile on her lips, and enjoyed the care.
Shen Zhinian picked up the lid of the food box and seemed to put it back on the food box. With this action, he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper: "Your Majesty, the net is moving."
"Shen Nanqiao is going to attack me at breakfast tomorrow morning."
Nangong Xuanyu's hand holding the key paused slightly, and the leisurely smile in the depths of his eyes suddenly froze and turned into a bottomless cold pool.
But there was no surprise or anger on his face, because everything was in their plan.
The emperor scooped up a spoonful of crystal clear blood swallow's nest and put it into his mouth, savoring it slowly, his Adam's apple moving slightly.
After swallowing it, he looked up at Shen Zhinian, his voice as gentle as usual, without any abnormality: "It tastes sweet and the cooking time is just right."
"I'm thoughtful."
Shen Zhinian smiled slightly and took the empty cup handed back by Nangong Xuanyu, as if he was really just here to deliver a bowl of midnight snack.
She put the cups back into the food box and closed the lid, her movements smooth and fluid.
"As long as your Majesty likes it."
Shen Zhinian bowed, and their eyes met, their tacit understanding was beyond words: "It's late at night, I won't disturb your majesty's rest, I will take my leave first."
"Ah."
Nangong Xuanyu nodded, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment, with a tacit understanding: "Go, be careful of the cold on the road."
Shen Zhinian picked up the lunch box and turned around, still walking calmly.
A heavy brocade curtain fell behind her, blocking out the warm light in the tent and the emperor's hawk-like gaze.
Silence returned to the tent.
Nangong Xuanyu slowly leaned back on the soft couch, the gentleness and leisure he had just felt while tasting the bird's nest gone.
He bent his knuckles and tapped the edge of the tiger-skin couch three times very lightly and regularly.
As soon as the voice fell, from an inconspicuous shadow in the corner of the imperial tent, a figure wrapped in black tights flashed out silently like a ghost.
His face was half covered by a mask that shone with cold light, revealing only a pair of icy eyes. He knelt on one knee, silently, like a shadow blending into the ground.
Nangong Xuanyu didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the flickering candlelight, his voice was low and steady, with an indifference that seemed to be in control of everything: "Order the Dragon Armor Army, follow Plan A No. 3."
"I want...to make sure nothing goes wrong!"
The shadow's voice was dry and cold, without any ups and downs: "Yes!"