Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1144 Shen Nanqiao Poisoned

Shen Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat and his fingertips subconsciously curled into his sleeves.

She pretended to be calm, sat down on the embroidered cushion opposite Shen Zhinian, and forced a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am fine."

Fuqiu silently brought a cup of hot tea and placed it on the small table in front of Shen Nanqiao.

In the white porcelain teacup, the light green tea soup is steaming and has a refreshing fragrance.

Shen Nanqiao's eyes quickly swept across the teacup and then quickly dropped down.

Her hands were hidden under her wide sleeves, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

A small and exquisite red peat stove was placed in the corner. The silver charcoal in the furnace was burning vigorously, making a slight crackling sound.

There was a plain silver kettle on the stove, with wisps of white steam coming out of the spout.

Shen Nanqiao's eyes fell on it, and she said with a smile: "I'll make a cup of hot tea for you to warm yourself up."

Shen Zhinian's smile deepened: "Then I'll have to trouble you, elder sister."

"You're welcome, my lady."

Shen Nanqiao sat on a low stool by the stove, her back straight, with the deliberately maintained dignified demeanor of an official's wife.

On the low table in front of her, celadon teapots, white porcelain teacups, tea trays, teaspoons, etc. were neatly arranged.

Shen Zhinian was leaning on the soft couch opposite, wrapped in a plain velvet cloak with a snow-white fox fur coat on his knees.

Her pair of charming fox eyes were half closed, and her gaze seemed lazy, but in fact it was fixed on Shen Nanqiao's slightly stiff hands.

Shen Nanqiao concentrated on transferring the tender green pre-rain Longjing tea from the tea tray into the warmed white porcelain pot. Her movements were smooth and elegant, as if she were a quiet lady who was well versed in the tea ceremony.

The sound of the boiling water in the silver kettle changes from "pine waves" to "gushing springs", which is the most suitable time to brew Longjing tea.

Shen Nanqiao picked up the boiling hot silver pot, and the water flowed in a slender and steady arc, pouring into the white porcelain pot.

In an instant, the tender buds stretched out, and the fragrance filled the warm tent.

Shen Nanqiao said gently, "Please wait a moment, Madam. This first cup of tea is very strong, so it needs to be softened for a while."

As she spoke, she lightly closed the lid of the teapot.

Fuqiu and Handan stood beside Shen Zhinian, their eyes seemingly calm, but in fact they were filled with subtle vigilance.

The only sounds in the tent were the gentle crackling of the charcoal fire and the subtle sound of the tea leaves expanding in the pot.

The white jade hairpin in Shen Nanqiao's hair was emitting a warm luster under the soft light in the tent.

The lotus seed-sized, round and full pearl at the end of the hairpin is particularly eye-catching.

Shen Zhinian's eyes fell on the warm pearly light in Shen Nanqiao's hair, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "Eldest sister's tea-making skills have become more and more advanced."

Shen Nanqiao forced herself to keep calm and lowered her eyes, avoiding Shen Zhinian's sight, and focused on the tea in her hands: "Your Majesty, you are too kind, but it's just some superficial skills."

The voice was gentle, with just the right amount of humility.

Then, she picked up the warm white porcelain teapot and slowly poured the clear green tea into two jade-like tea cups.

The steam is curling up and the fragrance of tea is everywhere.

Shen Nanqiao's eyes swept across the teacup prepared for Shen Zhinian. The emerald green tea soup reflected in her eyes was like a bottomless cold pool.

This is the moment!

She put down the teapot and raised her hand as if inadvertently, her fingertips touching her hair. Her movements were natural and smooth, with the grace of a woman tidying up her appearance.

Her fingertips gently pressed on the warm white jade hairpin in her hair, and extremely quickly and covertly moved a tiny, almost imperceptible mechanism at the end of the hairpin.

The wide sleeves of the plain brocade robe naturally slid down as Shen Nanqiao raised his hand, cleverly concealing the unusual movement at that moment.

A tiny, almost transparent powder, like the finest dust, slipped silently from the pearl.

Then Shen Nanqiao accurately put it into the cup of steaming green tea that had just been filled in front of Shen Zhinian.

Sure enough, it dissolves in water!

The powder disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The tea soup was still crystal clear, emerald green and translucent, exuding an alluring fragrance, without the slightest bit of abnormality.

Only Shen Nanqiao himself knew what kind of deadly poison was lurking beneath this seemingly harmless tea!

Shen Nanqiao only felt a cold feeling spreading from his fingertips to his entire arm, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She suppressed her heart that was about to jump out of her throat, and her posture remained gentle. She respectfully held the cup of tea filled with invisible murderous intent in front of Shen Zhinian with both hands and said, "Your Majesty, please have some tea."

The voice contained a hint of suppressed excitement.

Shen Zhinian's gaze lingered on the cup of tea for a moment, and there seemed to be a slight ripple passing through his clear eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, with a hint of lazy praise: "Eldest sister has good skills."

"The fragrance of this tea is refreshing. I can already feel my mouth watering before I even take a sip."

As she said this, Shen Zhinian's wide sleeves fell naturally again, cleverly concealing her next move.

She picked up the teacup, brought it close to her lips, and then poured the tea into it using her sleeve as a cover.

The sound of a gentle sip rang out in the silent tent, but to Shen Nanqiao, it was like thunder exploding in his ears!

It’s done!!! It’s done!!!

An indescribable great ecstasy and destructive pleasure surged in Shen Nanqiao's heart!

She watched Shen Zhinian put down the teacup, and the bottom of the cup and the table made a very light crisp sound.

Watching Shen Zhinian wipe the corners of her lips gracefully with a plain white silk handkerchief, her movements flowing like flowing water.

If this bitch died of poison as soon as she drank the tea she made, everyone would know it was her who did it.

That’s why Xiu Lang said that this poison would not take effect immediately after entering the stomach. It would take an hour or two for Shen Zhinian’s intestines to be perforated and his stomach to rupture.

She seemed to have seen the bitch's charming face twisted in severe pain, she wailed in agony while rolling on the ground, bleeding from all her orifices, and finally turning into a pool of filthy rotten flesh!

Shen Nanqiao suppressed his excitement and asked, "My Lady, how is it?"

There was nothing unusual in Shen Zhinian's voice, and there was even a hint of satisfaction: "Well, it's indeed refreshing and sweet."

Shen Nanqiao felt that her blood was boiling. A twisted excitement made her fingertips tremble slightly, and she could hardly control the urge to grin.

She suddenly lowered her head to hide the malicious light and ecstasy that was about to burst out of her eyes, and her voice was strangely light: "As long as the queen likes it."

As he said this, Shen Nanqiao picked up the cup of tea in front of him that was not poisoned, but had no intention of drinking it.

"Eldest sister seems to be in a good mood?"

Shen Zhinian's voice carried a hint of inquiry, and his clear eyes fell on Shen Nanqiao's face, as if he wanted to see through her unconcealable excitement.

Shen Nanqiao was startled and lowered his head suddenly to hide the vicious light that was about to overflow from his eyes. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the silk handkerchief on his knees: "No...no."