frightfiction Chapter 1140 Paralyzing Shen Nanqiao
Chapter 1140 Paralyzing Shen Nanqiao
Shen Nanqiao's hand that was stroking the hairpin suddenly paused, then quickly put it down.
She turned around, her face instantly filled with surprise and a somewhat flattered smile.
The stubborn light in her eyes was forcibly suppressed by her, and replaced with a gentle look: "Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine Chen summoned me?"
"Please trouble Miss Fuqiu to go there in person. I will go with you right away!"
"Green radish, hurry up and help me tidy up my clothes!"
Fuqiu calmly scanned Shen Nanqiao's instantly changing expression and nodded slightly: "Mrs. Lu, please."
On the way to the luxurious tent, the cold wind of late autumn blew across his cheeks, but Shen Nanqiao's heart was beating violently in his chest.
Shen Zhinian actually took the initiative to invite her to have breakfast together?
This undoubtedly means that I have begun to trust her!
Shen Nanqiao couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Shen Zhinian, this idiot, really thinks he will care about some ridiculous sisterhood?
It was obvious that God was helping her, avenging her child's unjust death!
Luoluo followed behind, looking at Shen Nanqiao's straight back, she felt her hands and feet were cold.
She lowered her head tightly, wishing she could curl herself up into a ball.
The auspicious cloud tent with Zhai bird was right in front of her, and Fuqiu turned sideways and lifted the thick brocade curtain.
A warm and fragrant scent wafted over me, mixed with the enticing aroma of food.
Shen Zhinian sat in the main seat, her pink palace dress making her look charming. The morning light shone through the gap in the tent ceiling and fell on the green jade hairpin in her hair.
Shen Nanqiao took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement surging in his heart, walked quickly forward, bowed deeply, and kept a very low profile.
Her voice was just the right amount of respectful, and had a hint of long-lost intimacy: "I, your humble servant, greet Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine Chen. May Her Majesty be blessed with good health!"
Shen Zhinian smiled and said, "Sister, you don't have to be so polite."
"Thank you, empress!"
Shen Nanqiao had a respectful smile on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.
Shen Zhinian always called her "sister", but asked herself to call her "empress", as if there was an insurmountable gap in status between them.
On the rosewood round table, several exquisite breakfasts were steaming.
There are exquisite crab roe soup dumplings, soft, sweet red date and yam cakes, and jade-like shrimp dumplings.
There is also a plate of golden fried goose fat rolls, served with thick and fragrant millet pumpkin porridge.
Shen Zhinian did not pick up his chopsticks immediately, but picked up the thin-bodied porcelain cup beside him, which was as blue as the sky after the rain, and contained the freshly brewed Mengding Ganlu.
Shen Nanqiao took a seat under Fuqiu's guidance, his attitude still showing deliberate respect.
Her eyes swept across the sumptuous breakfast on the table and finally fell on Shen Zhinian's face, but she couldn't see what the other person was thinking.
"It's very cold in the paddock, so use more warm things, sister."
Shen Zhinian put down the teacup, his tone gentle, and when he looked at Shen Nanqiao, he had a casual look as if he had let down his guard.
"This crab roe soup dumpling is the specialty of the imperial chef. The filling is made from the lake crabs caught yesterday, so it's quite fresh."
"Fuqiu, give my sister one."
"Yes, ma'am."
Fuqiu stepped forward, picked up a soup dumpling with silver chopsticks, and placed it steadily on the small white jade plate in front of Shen Nanqiao.
The skin of the soup dumpling is thin and translucent, and you can vaguely see the plump and golden crab roe filling inside.
Shen Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately put on a grateful smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace and for thinking of me so much!"
She picked up the silver chopsticks, carefully picked up the soup dumpling, and gracefully took a small bite, and the delicious soup instantly overflowed.
Shen Nanqiao quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief and praised, "It's really delicious! The meals here, Madam, are all excellent."
"As long as sister likes it."
Shen Zhinian smiled lightly, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and tasted it elegantly, as if it was just an ordinary sister chatting: "I saw that my sister was just copying scriptures and sitting in meditation in the tent these two days. She seemed to be very quiet."
"Although this enclosure is not as prosperous as the capital, the mountain scenery is also unique and wild. If you feel bored, you can let Luluo accompany you for a walk. It is always better than being confined in the tent."
Her tone was natural, as if she was just casually expressing her concern.
Shen Nanqiao's heart trembled, thinking that Shen Zhinian had indeed sent someone to keep an eye on her, but her face became more submissive: "Thank you for your concern, Madam."
"I just feel that... when I was in the palace, I was impetuous and did many inappropriate things. Now that I am copying scriptures and meditating in front of the Buddha, I feel more peaceful in my heart."
She lowered her eyes and spoke softly with a hint of regret: "It is a great grace that the queen has forgiven the past and allowed me to accompany you and serve you. I dare not cause any more trouble. I just want to... just cherish this rare sisterhood."
Shen Nanqiao spoke the last few words with extraordinarily sincere feelings, as if they were from the bottom of his heart.
Shen Zhinian listened quietly, his eyes lingering on her drooping eyelashes for a moment.
Then he picked up the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam, took a sip, and then slowly said, "It's a good thing that you think this way, sister."
"No one is perfect. It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. I also hope to have a private conversation with my sister like we did in the mansion when we were young."
At this point, Shen Zhinian put down the teacup, and rubbed his fingertips unconsciously on the smooth wall of the cup. His tone was filled with a subtle reminiscence: "I still remember that spring in the mansion, my sister and I flew kites together..."
Shen Nanqiao couldn't help feeling a little guilty when Shen Zhinian mentioned this.
When she was a child, she said that she was flying kites with Shen Zhinian, but in fact, she was relying on her status as a legitimate daughter to treat the other person as a slave.
Shen Zhinian brought up this matter now. Was he trying to take revenge on her, or was he trying to do something else?
Shen Nanqiao suppressed the doubts that surged in his heart, and a trace of shame appeared on his face at the right time: "It's all in the past... I was ignorant at that time, and I'm sorry to make you laugh."
"How?"
Shen Zhinian smiled, but to Shen Nanqiao, this smile seemed condescending.
“Brotherhood is always precious.”
"I remember that my sister seemed to prefer sweet and sticky things?"
She turned her eyes to the plate of red date and yam cake: "This cake is quite soft and sticky. Handan, pick up a piece for me."
"Yes."
Handan did as she was told.
"Thank you, empress."
Shen Nanqiao looked at the crystal clear pastry on the plate, his mind racing.
Shen Zhinian even remembered her little preference?
Is this an expression of goodwill, or... a test for her?
In any case, this means that she is closer to her goal.
She must seize this rare closeness from Shen Zhinian!
Shen Nanqiao picked up the small silver spoon, scooped a small piece of pastry into his mouth, savored it carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"The desserts here, Madam, even the sweetness is so well controlled."
A breakfast was held in this seemingly warm and affectionate atmosphere, but in fact there were undercurrents.
Shen Zhinian occasionally asked a few insignificant questions about daily life, and Shen Nanqiao answered carefully, always playing the role of a sister who had turned over a new leaf and was grateful for the kindness she had shown.