dognovel Chapter 1119 Shen Zhinian Must Die
Chapter 1119 Shen Zhinian Must Die
The tent was made of the thickest and most luxurious brocade, embroidered with intricate patterns of phoenixes and auspicious clouds in gold thread, reflecting a restrained and noble glow under the setting sun.
The top of the tent is covered with a special shark silk, which is windproof and cold-proof while allowing soft sunlight to penetrate during the day.
In front of the tent door stood solemnly the trusted palace maids of Zhongcui Palace. Fuqiu and Handan directed and arranged the furnishings of boxes and cages, making the interior warm and comfortable, no less comfortable than the palace's bedroom.
This position and pomp silently demonstrate the master's unshakable favor!
A little further away were the tents of Concubine Zhuang, Concubine Xuan, Concubine Kang, and Concubine Wang. They were obviously smaller in size, and although the materials used were also fine, they lacked that unique and dazzling brilliance.
Concubine Zhuang's tent was plain and quiet, with only Ruoji and Ruoli standing in front of the door.
In front of Xuanpin's tent, Zhu'er was carefully taking in a rosewood five-string pipa.
Kangpin's tent had already lowered its thick wind-proof curtains, making it seem exceptionally quiet.
There was some noise in the princess's tent, with little Tianzi running in and out, seemingly curious about everything in the hunting grounds.
She herself stood at the door of the tent, her eyes swept vaguely across the most prominent tent in the distance, and then quickly retracted them.
Further out was the camp for the ladies of the royal family and the royal family's wives. The tents were more densely packed, made of ordinary materials, just for practicality.
The ladies settled down according to the ranks of their husbands. The air was filled with fatigue after a long journey and the novel whispers of people who had just arrived at the hunting grounds.
Lin Wan’s tent was among them, and its location was very forward.
She refused Yun Tao's help, stood alone beside the curtain, and looked coldly at the heavily guarded area.
When Lin Wan's eyes swept across Shen Nanqiao's tent, a very cold arc appeared at the corner of her lips.
Shen Nanqiao's tent was slightly better than that of ordinary ladies, but it was far from comparable to that of concubines.
She was standing in front of the tent at this moment. The cold wind of late autumn blew across the wilderness without any obstruction, making her hair slightly messy and wrapping her plain brocade cloak tightly around her body.
She looked at the distance, at Shen Zhinian's tent, which was still shining in the twilight and surrounded by palace servants, and then compared it with her own simple shelter...
A mixture of jealousy and humiliation raged in Shen Nanqiao's heart!
patience!
Only when she finds an opportunity can she take Shen Zhinian's life!
Bonfires in the camp were lit one after another, and the orange-red flames jumped, trying to dispel the increasing chill and dusk.
The aroma of food began to fill the air, mixed with the scent of grass and dust.
The footsteps of the patrolling imperial guards were regular and heavy, and their black armor reflected the cold light of frost blades under the firelight.
Shen Zhinian was served by Fuqiu. In the tent which was as warm as spring, he drank a cup of hot ginseng soup to dispel his fatigue from the journey.
Then he walked to the tent door, but did not go out. He just slightly lifted a corner of the thick windproof curtain.
This pair of charming fox eyes calmly swept across the gradually lit lights, and finally fell on Shen Nanqiao's tent, with a smile that showed insight at the corners of her lips.
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The next day.
The morning light illuminates the vast sky of Mulan Paddock, dyeing the withered yellow grass leaves a thin layer of gold.
The howling autumn wind swept across the wilderness, bringing the fishy smell of earth, blowing the colorful flags and making a dull whistle.
In the center of the camp, the bright yellow curtain of the royal tent was lifted.
Nangong Xuanyu walked out of the tent.
Today he was wearing a dark black riding suit, with a majestic dragon pattern embroidered in gold thread. The tight waist belt outlined his lean and upright figure, making his shoulders look broader and his legs longer.
The emperor did not wear a complicated crown, but only a simple golden crown to hold his hair. The few strands of hair on his forehead were blown by the wind, making his handsome face more angular, and his eyebrows were filled with the deepness and sharpness of being in a high position for a long time.
The sunlight fell on his black armor-like riding suit, reflecting a cold and hard luster, which made him look intimidating without even showing any anger.
The concubines and ladies of state were all standing in their corresponding positions according to their ranks.
Shen Zhinian stood at the front, wearing a brocade palace dress with intricate and elegant lotus patterns embroidered on the hem of her skirt, and a plain cloak trimmed with snow fox fur.
The cold wind of late autumn messed up her hair a little, but it did not detract from her calm and majestic demeanor.
In his past and present lives, Shen Zhinian was proficient in many skills, but he was not good at riding and shooting, and had no intention of competing in such an occasion.
Little did she know that she was the most eye-catching person in the vast hunting ground just by standing there...
Extremely charming and elegant!
The ministers who accompanied her glanced at her, and were all intimidated by her demeanor. They were awed, and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look any further, fearing to offend.
Concubine Zhuang was still dressed in plain and elegant palace dress, holding Buddhist beads in her hand, with a gentle and peaceful expression, as if the hustle and bustle and killing around her had nothing to do with her.
Concubine Kang was wrapped in a thick cloak, her face slightly pale, and she stood quietly by the side with her eyes downcast.
There was a hint of curiosity about the hunting ground in Xuanbin's clear eyes.
Only Concubine Wang changed into a brand new maroon riding suit, which was neatly cut and outlined her slim figure.
Her long hair was tied up high, pinned with a simple golden hairpin, and her face was lightly powdered. Her usual beauty had faded from her eyebrows, and she looked more heroic.
Nangong Xuanyu's gaze first fell on Shen Zhinian, and instantly softened.
Shen Zhinian met the emperor's gaze with a gentle and appropriate smile on her lips.
Nangong Xuanyu's gaze did not linger for too long, sweeping the entire venue majestically.
When he looked at the princess, he paused slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of novelty flashed across his eyes.
Different from the heavy makeup and fancy clothes in the palace, Wangpin's maroon riding habit outlined neat lines. Among the dignified palace costumes, it was like a dancing flame, carrying a bit of lively heroism.
The princess dressed like this was different from what she usually saw in the palace.
The emperor's deep voice penetrated the whistling wind, with a hint of casual freshness: "Princess Wang's outfit today is quite neat."
Wangpin's heart skipped a beat and almost jumped out of her throat!
She suppressed her joy and immediately bowed, her movements more deliberately dashing than usual, showing off the advantages of her riding uniform: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty!"
"I thought that since I have come to the hunting ground, I should be more appropriate and dare not fall short of the royal dignity."
When saying this, Wangpin's pride almost overflowed from under her drooping eyelashes.
She knew that this unique dress would definitely catch His Majesty's eye!
Compared to those wooden beauties who can only wear palace costumes, play the piano and paint, she has her own different methods!
Nangong Xuanyu's gaze did not linger on Concubine Wang for too long, as if what he said just now was just a casual comment.
Shen Nanqiao stood at the back of the group of ladies, wrapped her cloak tightly around her, and looked a little unhappy.
Shen Zhinian was doted on by everyone, and even a concubine like Wang Pin could win the emperor's praise for her riding clothes.
She seemed invisible, and could only shiver in the cold wind of late autumn...
Shen Nanqiao's hand subconsciously touched the cold jade hairpin on her head. The round pearl at the end of the hairpin burned her palm like a branding iron.
Shen Zhinian must die!