After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi's eyebrows were curved.

However, to Xiao Yi, her expression was more terrifying than a savage beast. He was not afraid of offending everyone in the world, he was only afraid of offending Nan Jiaojiao.

He coughed unnaturally and considerately took a small red bean and golden spring roll for her: "Which night did it happen? I don't remember it. Aren't Jiaojiao and I always in love as before?"

Love as ever...

Nan Baoyi rolled her eyes proudly.

He was not ashamed to say such words.

but……

In fact, she didn't really blame him. In the past, she often manipulated him in the boudoir. It was okay to let him get back in the game. After all, life was rarely confused, and it was fun to come and go.

Her smile was a bit sweet, she slipped into Xiao Yi's arms familiarly, and suddenly said seriously: "Second brother, I missed you so much during the year I left!"

Full of flowers.

Xiao Yi lowered his head to kiss her eyebrows and said in a soft tone: "I miss you too..."

Ah Ruan and his sister sat at the food table.

He picked up the small bowl and silently fed his sister a piece of flower cake.

Although he was very happy that his mother was back home, the two of them also had a son and a daughter, but they had no respect for themselves at all and hugged each other so disgustingly, like ignorant children.

Humph, the world of adults is so boring!

The candlelight is slightly drunk.

Tonight's family dinner was full of family reunions, and even the little princess, who had always been weak and sleepy, rarely smiled. She tightly grasped Nan Baoyi's sleeves with her little hands, and would smell her from time to time. She really liked her smell.

After the banquet was cleared, Xiao Yi sat under the screen and drank tea.

He looked at the mother and son sitting on the floor playing Temari ball, his eyes full of softness.

He wanted to protect this scene for the rest of his life.

Rubbing the tea cup with his fingertips, the image of poinsettia popped into his mind.

His master has always been stubborn and will never change what he has decided. At this time, he is afraid that some conspiracy is brewing.

Nan Jiaojiao's reputation problem has long been solved, and the only thing Poinsettia can make a fuss about is that.

His eyes showed deep meaning, he calmly summoned Shi Ku, and whispered a few words.

…

The autumn rain falls continuously outside the window.

There was a reunion here at Jinquetai. In the deep mountains on the outskirts of the city, a Taoist priest in green robes was holding a paper umbrella and walking towards the mountainside villa under the guidance of a boy with a lantern.

The autumn night is cold, and the mountain rain adds to the chill. However, the mountainside villa is brightly lit, and there are more than twenty white-haired old men sitting in the elegant and simple hall, whispering in a low voice with solemn expressions.

Poinsettia put away her paper umbrella under the verandah.

He lowered his eyebrows and brushed his sleeves stained with raindrops, then smiled slightly and stepped into the threshold: "I have kept you elders waiting for a long time. You are the most virtuous and respected elders in the family. I can invite you tonight. This junior’s honor is also Dayong’s blessing.”

The leader of the old man said: "We live in seclusion among the famous mountains and beautiful waters, and have not been involved in the political affairs of the court for many years. Poinsettia, you asked us to rush to Chang'an, claiming to be related to the survival of our country.

Then tell me, what exactly happened? "

Poinsettia bowed respectfully.

He said warmly: "I believe you all have heard of the name 'Nan Baoyi'. This woman is a witch who has brought disaster to the country and the people. If we don't get rid of her, the emperor will not have a good death, and the Great Yong will also collapse like a building. It's a pity that the emperor is seduced by beauty. He is confused, and the younger generation cannot persuade him no matter what. Therefore, the elders are asked to come out and work with the younger generation to help the country and the country."

The old man smiled and said: "The so-called witch has long been proven to be just nonsense. Although we live in seclusion in the mountains, we also know that she is lurking around Queen Shen in order to cooperate with the emperor inside and outside. Poinsettia, your so-called 'witch' is simply Deceive me. If you invite me here just to deal with a little girl, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

Candlelight flickers.

Poinsettia's warm, jade-like face flickers in and out, like a ghost.

He smiled: "What if her existence itself goes against heaven?"

…

Early the next morning, Jinque Terrace.

The little princess was still sleeping, and A Ruian went to the Imperial College to study.

Xiao Yi had breakfast with Nan Baoyi and played with her under the window.

The late autumn sunshine has a lazy and warm flavor.

Nan Baoyi sat in the light, clenching his fists and smiling: "Second brother, guess what is hidden in my hand?"

Xiao Yi would never participate in such boring little games.

However, the little girl liked her, and he was willing to accompany her.

He raised her delicate white fist, caressed the back of her hand lovingly with his fingertips, and said, "I guess it's a pearl."

He just saw her taking the things from the dowry.

"Wrong guess!" Nan Baoyi's eyebrows arched like crescent moons, and he stretched out his palms triumphantly, "It's a golden bell!"

She put the golden bell into the dowry, happily picked up the brush and drew a stroke on Xiao Yi's cheek: "This is the agreed upon punishment. Second brother is not allowed to go back on his word!"

Xiao Yi pursed his lips and smiled, letting her do whatever he wanted.

A quarter of an hour later, when Chun Xia came in with tea, she was surprised to find that Xiao Yi had some exaggerated cat whiskers painted on his face. Her girl was holding a brush and drawing circles outside his eyes. The emperor was not annoyed and looked directly at him. Looking at her girl, the tenderness and doting in her eyes almost overflowed.

She suppressed the throbbing in her heart, not daring to disturb the sweet reunion between the two after a long absence. She put down the tea and quietly left.

The emperor of Dayong must have loved Miss Nan very much, right?

Not only did he recognize her early on, he also allowed her to do whatever he wanted...

In the spring and summer, I returned to the wing, spread out my pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote down everything about Jinquetai.

She handed the letter to the guard and ordered him to go north and deliver it to Gu Chongshan.

The master loves Miss Nan very much. She doesn’t know what he will think when he sees this letter. But the master’s wish now is that Miss Nan can be happy and happy. When he reads Miss Nan’s happiness in the letter, he will probably give up completely. Heartbroken, right?

Sleeping hall.

The autumn sun is relaxing.

Nan Baoyi had had enough of playing the game of shooting, and coquettishly leaned on Xiao Yi's shoulder, saying softly: "The reason why I dress up like this is because of my bet with Gu Chongshan."

She told the bet again, and then said: "The Gu family has no heirs now. I thought that the Northern Wei Dynasty was also the territory of Dayong a hundred years ago. It would be a good thing if we could recover it, so I readily agreed."

Xiao Yi sneered: "Even if I win this kind of bet, I don't want his bet. Even if I want it, I should conquer that territory openly through war, not rely on women."

He pinched Nan Baoyi's cheek: "I will never agree to such a ridiculous bet in the future."

Nan Baoyi hugged his neck: "Okay, okay, my second brother is wise and powerful in strategizing, and has both wisdom and courage. You don't need a woman to plan for you!"

Xiao Yi was displeased: "Glib tongue."

While they were making a fuss, Shi Yan suddenly came in in a hurry.

He glanced at Nan Baoyi, his face full of nervousness: "Your Majesty, something happened!"

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Good night duck!

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