After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Xiao Mingyue caught the small porcelain bottle.

She shook the porcelain bottle and said calmly: "What's the benefit of marrying my imperial brother? If you become a concubine in the emperor's three palaces and six courtyards, you will be left with endless loneliness for the rest of your life. It is better to marry into the family of a prince, general, and prime minister. After all, she is the mistress of the house and has the final say on everything herself. Aren’t you happy?”

Jiang Tian pursed her lips: "But I have liked Your Majesty since I was a child... That's all. You are as bad as Ning Tingju. If you don't help me, forget it. I will find a way to do it myself! Humph!"

She ran out of Changle Palace angrily.

Xiao Mingyue rubbed the small porcelain bottle.

In order to make Sister Pei jealous, the emperor deliberately drafted a large number of women and got more than a dozen women to enter the palace.

Not letting Sister Jiang enter the palace was out of pity for her and also to let her go.

Sister Jiang always likes to be silly, but fortunately...

The cousin of the Shen family was secretly protecting him.

Xiao Mingyue didn't think much about Jiang Tian and Shen Zhiyan. She put the small porcelain bottle into the dossier and stared at the diamond-shaped bronze mirror in front of her.

Sister Pei doesn't like the emperor, and if she continues to stay in Chang'an, she will only be hurt by the emperor.

She wanted to use the fake death medicine to send Sister Pei far away from Chang'an.

It's just that the emperor doesn't allow her to visit Sister Pei, so how to get the medicine to her is a problem.

In the mirror, the girl slowly raised her eyes.

Sister Pei is extremely smart, and she believes that she will have a way to leave Dali Temple.

She just needs to wait quietly to see Sister Pei.

After thinking about it, Xiao Mingyue softly hummed the song her mother had taught her, and began to dress up in the mirror.

In the mirror, the little princess is still young, but her beautiful and delicate phoenix eyes hide the clarity and calmness of seeing the world.

…

Dali Temple Dungeon.

The ground was dark and damp, and Pei Chuchu poured the tea on the quilt with an expressionless expression. He opened his eyes and lay quietly on the mattress all night.

Although the weather is getting warmer at the turn of spring and summer, it is still chilly at night.

The next day, as expected, she caught a cold.

When the jailer came to deliver the meals in the evening, he saw that the breakfast and lunch boxes were left intact, without moving a single chopstick.

He also knew that there were noble people living in this cell, and he was worried, so he boldly looked through the gap in the fence, and saw that the curtain was low, and there was a person lying vaguely inside.

He whispered worriedly: "Pei, Miss Pei?"

There was no response from the man in the tent.

The jailer swallowed, fearing that he would be held accountable if something happened to her, so he knocked hard on the cell door and raised his voice: "Mr. Pei? Ms. Pei! What happened to you?!"

The person in the tent remained motionless.

The jailer panicked even more and did not dare to open the cell door privately. He hurriedly crawled to the ground and ran out of the dungeon: "Sir, something happened! Something happened to Miss Pei!"

…

When Xiao Dingzhao got the news, it was already an hour later.

While he was reviewing the memorial, the eunuch at the chamberlain held the volume and carefully read out the list of concubines who had entered the palace, and then carefully read out the palaces where they lived.

Xiao Dingzhao frowned,

The writing is very sloppy, but I don't know whether it is because I am worried about state affairs or because I am distracted by the affairs of the harem.

When he was upset, officials from Dali Temple hurried in and told Pei Chuchu's situation in a few words: "... His Majesty does not allow ministers to open the cell door without authorization, so we don't know what is going on inside. The jailer called many times. There was no response. I don’t know whether he fell ill or died——"

Before he finished speaking, the official felt a sharp, knife-like gaze fall on him.

He trembled and quickly lowered his head: "I don't know what to do, so I went to the palace to ask for your majesty's instructions! Please give me your majesty's instructions!"

instruct?

What a fucking instruction!

Xiao Dingzhao's face was extremely ugly.

He fluffed his sleeves and stood up, striding out of the study: "Prepare your horses! Go and call the judge of the Taiyuan Hospital. I want him to rush to the dungeon of Dali Temple within half an hour!"

The eunuch hurriedly went to do it.

But I thought in my heart, half an hour would not be enough to punish those trembling legs and feet!

Your Majesty, it seemed that he was cruel to Miss Pei and even sent her to Dali Temple, but in fact, he probably cared about Miss Pei very much, right?

The dungeon is dark.

Xiao Dingzhao rushed into the cell in a hurry, opened the curtain, and found Pei Chuchu lying quietly on the mattress, his chest rising and falling slightly, and he was breathing more out than in.

The bright and beautiful little face in the past was now pale and haggard, full of languorous illness.

Xiao Dingzhao's breath was suffocated.

My heart inevitably throbbed.

He sat on the edge of the couch and called softly: "Sister Pei?"

The girl didn't respond.

Xiao Dingzhao reached out and touched her forehead. The girl's forehead was hot, and a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead, which wet her temples and pillow towel. She must have a fever.

Xiao Dingzhao was so anxious that he wiped her sweat with a handkerchief and tried every means to feed her water. Finally, he waited until the doctor from the old hospital arrived and said immediately: "Check her quickly!"

The judge from the old hospital carefully checked his pulse and said seriously: "The seasons change and the nights are cold. If Ms. Pei is not careful, she will inevitably catch wind and cold. In addition, living in a small and humid cell for a long time, the qi accumulates, and the bones in the body become even worse. It's bad. It's easy to reduce the fever, but Ms. Pei's body is very delicate and needs to be taken care of carefully to fully recover."

Xiao Dingzhao stared at the girl on the couch, his face full of pity.

He frowned: "Just prescribe the medicine."

The court judge stroked his beard, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Ms. Pei has been responsible for coordinating affairs in the palace these years, and he has also received favors from her...

He pondered and said slowly: "Weichen said that it is easy to reduce a fever, but difficult to recover from illness. As the saying goes, illness is like a thread, and you have to change to a better place to live. Only then can Miss Pei recover faster."

"What you said makes sense." Xiao Dingzhao didn't think deeply. He glanced at the cage-like cell and his heart ached again. "Someone, please take Sister Pei into Changle Palace. You must do it quietly and don't disturb others. "

The eunuch responded quickly.

The cell immediately became busy.

Xiao Dingzhao didn't like the eunuch touching Pei Chuchu, so he called a tall and round nanny to take Pei Chuchu out, and personally watched the palace maids tidy up her used bedding.

Pei Chuchu's body was very soft, and he was still unconscious after being picked up by his grandma.

But when he left the cell, he quietly opened his eyes and nodded slightly to the judge in the old home.

The old judge stroking his beard smiled slightly and nodded calmly.

Pei Chuchu's coldness was not a lie. After being carried into the carriage, he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he was lying in the luxurious and comfortable bedroom of Changle Palace.

It was dark outside the window, the bedroom was quiet, the golden lamps danced quietly, and beside the book table not far away, the young emperor was frowning and reviewing memorials.

She looked at Xiao Dingzhao and pursed her lips expressionlessly.

As if aware of her gaze, Xiao Dingzhao subconsciously raised his head.

Eyes facing each other.

Pei Chuchu almost instantly suppressed the coldness in his eyes, revealing only seven points of weakness, his eyes were slightly red with tears, and his voice was hoarse and haggard: "Your Majesty..."

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