Emperor concubine and phoenix

Chapter 267

The High Priest Donghua took her into a closed room.

There are no windows, no decorations in this secret room, only four white walls, and the bone-chilling floor tiles that can be felt through a layer of shoe soles.

The floor tiles are transparent black and the material looks like some kind of crystal.

After entering this secret room, I felt an indescribable sense of oppression all over my body, as if my thoughts and nerves were imprisoned, and there was a stream flowing in my mind. Is it emotion or memory?

"Sitting here with your eyes closed for two hours, you will know everything."

Nan Si didn't expect him to be so eloquent.

Looking at the white wall in front of her eyes and feeling the cold air spreading to the soles of her feet from under the floor tiles, Nan Si never doubted whether everything he said was credible, but just thinking of Cang Han Yu who was still kneeling in Zichen Palace, she said lightly: "I Come back tomorrow night."

Donghua didn't seem to care about her decision, and said indifferently, "No."

After all, he turned around and left.

Nan Si didn't stay long, and quickly left the mansion and returned to the palace in a carriage.

Leaning on the brocade couch in the carriage, Nan Si looked at her hand quietly, and it would not be too much of a touch, after all, it was just a statement in a few words.

The high priest of Donghua said that it was a boring story, but from what Nan Si heard, if the story happened around someone else, maybe she would think it was just a story.

As for the splendor of the story, it depends on the writing skills of the person who wrote the story, whether it can be written with ups and downs, lingering and sentimental, and hook the appetite of the person who reads the story.

And in this description that has not added any exciting plots, nor has any vigorous, earth-shattering and touching plots, Nan Si simply stood from the perspective of a bystander, and slightly solved some doubts in her heart.

Because of the content of the story, I feel sad, sad, desolate, or feel the same, but there are really not many.

She has always been an indifferent person.

It's just that now that some things have been clarified, it is natural to understand the story from the beginning to the end, and there is no reason to give up halfway.

Back in the Zichen Palace, Nan Si untied the dark red cloak and went to the inner hall. When she saw the man kneeling obediently, she said in a calm tone, "You're not being lazy, are you?"

Nan Si came back earlier than Cang Hanyu expected, he looked up at Nan Si's quiet eyebrows, trying to see something on her face, but there was nothing.

Nan Si's face was very calm.

Cang Hanyu was actually uneasy in his heart, but he suppressed all the strange emotions at the first moment, and his voice was soft and aggrieved: "How dare I disobey the order of the little master Si'er? If Si'er says not to get up, I will kneel down Even when two legs are broken, I will never dare to be lazy."

"Really?" Nan Si's lips twitched slightly, her voice was loose, "I'll know if what you said is true or not after I check it."

Cang Hanyu blinked: "How to check?"

Nan Si took out a box of medicine from the hidden shelf beside the bed in the inner hall, walked to the brocade couch and sat down, moved down the tables on the couch, patted the seat opposite, "Sit here."

Cang Hanyu heaved a sigh of relief: "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness."

The piercing pain when he got up made him stagger a bit, and he stretched out his hand to support Si'er to stand up, and rubbed his knees: "It's the first time I've been punished by my wife when I grow up so big."

Nan Si's expression paused, and the smile on the corner of her lips became a little colder: "Daughter-in-law?"

(End of this chapter)