The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

65 ( End)

When Shen Zhaodu and Shen Nifeng arrived at the border between Beijing and Zhaozhou, Xiao Luan issued his first decree - Shen Hua would be buried in Yongling with the ceremony of a queen.

But no one knows whether the Yongling Tomb under construction is the tomb of the late emperor or the current emperor.

The second decree followed closely, depriving Shen Zhengping of his title, subjecting him to the death penalty of Lingchi, having his corpse filed and his head ransacked, and his entire family to be imprisoned, to be executed later in the autumn.

As for the other participants, most of them could no longer bear the torture in prison and died from the torture during interrogation.

Shen Zhaodu took the iron certificate of the alchemy book he found from the warehouse and looked at it for a long time. He stopped talking several times and finally just sighed.

Xiao Luan is trustworthy.

Shen Ni also remembered Shen Zhaodu begging Xiao Luan to let her family go, and she couldn't help but sigh when she heard this decree.

"No wonder the emperor calls himself a loner."

An elder brother dies, a confidant leaves, and the phoenix flies apart.

In the first half of his life, Xiao Luan was constantly snatching and losing. When he reached the top, only his lonely figure was left to accompany him.

A big palm shook in front of her eyes, and she came back to her senses. In front of her, Shen Zhaodu was staring at her with an unhappy face: "You are thinking about other men in front of me."

Shen Ni grabbed his face bitterly: "He's jealous again."

When she was in Cangzhou, when the little boy in the other courtyard wanted to play with her, he would show his teeth and grin, and even though Shen Ni pinched his ears a few times, he still spoke plausibly.

"You are better to them than you were to me when I was a child."

Shen Ni was even more angry: "I don't know who always climbs trees and disappears for a few days when he gets upset."

If he hadn't disappeared frequently, they wouldn't have been idle for ten years.

Shen Zhao, who did not need to fight on the battlefield, turned pale by more than a degree. His face was pinched red and he was still unconvinced. He muttered to himself: "I shouldn't tell you this. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with us."

Shen Ni deliberately moved forward to look into his eyes, and Shen Zhaodu immediately turned away.

"Are you scared?"

He immediately retorted bluntly: "No."

Shen Ni chuckled: "I haven't said what I'm afraid of."

They are so similar to Xiao Luan and Shen Hua that they will inevitably take on their own wild thoughts.

Shen Zhaodu looked at Shen Ni's smile, and his tight jaw relaxed in an instant. He put on a ruby ​​​​golden phoenix walking wave for her: "They are going to a dead end, but we are not."

Shen Hua wanted to leave the Chengguo Palace and be alone, but Shen Zhengping could not give up this life-saving straw. Although Xiao Luan had supreme power, the country on his shoulders did not allow him to do any unjust acts.

He didn't know what reason Shen Zhengping used to threaten Shen Hua to go up the tower, nor did he know why Shen Hua, who was pregnant with the dragon seed, wanted to self-destruct, nor did he know what Xiao Luan was thinking while standing under the tower.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

Shen Ni is the only one he wants, and there is only one road in front of him, which is to go all the way to the dark side.

There is no similarity with Shen Hua and Xiao Luan.

"It's not easy to be an emperor." After sighing with emotion, he looked sideways at Shen Ni, "But the last emperor was very lucky. There were still people who remembered him half a year after his death."

Shen Ni pretended to be stupid: "Huh? Who is so affectionate?"

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Shen Zhaodu's eyebrows were raised, and she pinched his thin cheek with a smile: "It's sour. Come on, take a bite of candy to sweeten it up."

The gently gathered five fingers passed between his fingers, and Shen Ni raised her face and bit his lips gently.

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Not only is the capital city under martial law, but the Shen Mansion far away in Zhaozhou is also walking on thin ice under the close supervision of the Zhenfu Division.

If Xiao Luan didn't evacuate those people, Shen Ni would not dare to leave.

The Danshu Iron Coupon and Guixiwan were all ready. Once Xiao Luan regretted killing Shen Zhengrong, they would show up immediately and risk the crime of deceiving the emperor to protect the Shen family.

Shen Ni stood at Wangjiangyue Tower, the tallest building in the city, overlooking the apricot tree towering over the wall in the backyard of Shen's mansion. The winter wind in Zhaozhou was rough and biting. It was not enough for her to wrap her head tightly, so she had to nest in Shen's house. Terudu felt warm in his cloak.

It may be snowing, the sky is very low, and the mountains stand in chaos, as if there are unruly mountain spirits making waves.

She sighed lowly: "I wonder if the apricot blossoms next year will be as gorgeous as this year."

"Will."

Shen Ni became interested and poked her head out of her cloak: "Why? Is it because there is less rain? Or is it because it's too cold?"

"None of them." Shen Zhaodu's tight lips raised slightly, and his bright eyes stared straight ahead, "Because you are going to marry me next year, and if they don't have to be gorgeous, they have to be gorgeous for me."

Shen Ni opened her palms out the window, and snowflakes fell on her palms.

"Snowing!"

Shen Zhaodu narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, but when he saw Shen Ni's curved eyebrows and face flushed by the wind, he also looked up at the sky with her.

The snowflakes are falling bigger and bigger, and the breeze blows from the heavenly palace, blowing down countless catkins, and the pure white falls in the world, like slowly falling meteors in the gray, and then swept away by the cold wind into the distance.

"The snow is so heavy, tomorrow morning you can see thousands of apricot trees blooming."

His frozen hands were closed by a pair of rough and warm palms. Shen Zhaodu lowered his head and exhaled: "Want to have a snowball fight?"

"Childish elm head." Shen Ni hit him with her forehead, "I said, the apricot blossoms will bloom tomorrow."

The clasped hands suddenly closed tightly, and the half-open flower window slowly closed.

Under the mottled light and shadow window, Shen Zhaodu knelt on the bed, raised his snow-white feet and lowered his head to kiss them devoutly.

He came from hell and went through countless hardships to build a pair of iron bones. He did not kneel to heaven and earth, did not worship gods and Buddhas, but bowed his head to Shen Ni alone.

In the Nuan Pavilion, the pink and fragrant sweat flows on the mountain pillow, the jade peaks move the clouds, and the ice and snow melt. Who says there is no spring scenery in winter.

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