After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi's breathing stagnates.

The powerful minister in front of him is tall and tall, wearing a yellow brocade robe, a four-finger-wide gold belt, embellished with tassel palace sash, and covered with a dark red embroidered smoke and cloud pattern cloak. He is handsome and noble, with a golden appearance and jade quality.

Being stared at so tenderly by him, Nan Baoyi's little heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to look directly at him for a while.

Her face was flushed, her small white hands were stirring her skirt uneasily, and her eyelashes were trembling violently.

Just when she couldn't breathe, there was a "click" sound, and a brand new and exquisite red embroidered shoe rolled down from her sleeve pocket.

She picked it up quickly.

It's a pity that the sharp-eyed son and brother have seen it.

He raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, the embroidered shoes are in her sleeve pocket! Grab them!"

When the voice fell to the ground, a group of men "hula" all rushed over!

They are all rough guys, they don't know the severity when they are having trouble, they don't care that Nan Baoyi is still a young girl who has not left the cabinet, and they are rushing to grab her clothes!

Nan Baoyi was terrified: "Second brother!"

Xiao Yi protected her behind him, and waved his wide sleeves indifferently.

The group of elders who rushed over fell to the ground in embarrassment before they could touch the girl's sleeve corner!

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice, "Who can bear the burden of bumping into this Marquis's sister?!"

Song Shining followed up nervously: "It's all about being happy, you can't mess around! My cousin is still young, so don't be rude!"

But the embroidered shoes were finally found, and they passed the barrier.

Nan Chengshu personally carried Nan Baorong on his back and handed her over to Song Shining.

A large group of people watching the excitement surrounded the mansion, laughing and snatching the wedding candy distributed by the housekeeper of Song Mansion.

With the sound of firecrackers, Nan Baoyi stood on tiptoe to watch her sister get into the sedan chair.

Nan Baozhu lay beside her ear and whispered, "Jiaojiao, both grandma and my mother are crying!"

Looking at Nan Baoyi, the grandmother was wearing a dignified maroon five-bat jacket skirt, supported by the second aunt, and the two watched the sedan chair go away, laughing and wiping tears at the same time, it was very sad to see.

She whispered: "When marrying a daughter, the elders are probably very reluctant."

When she married Cheng De in her previous life,

Her father, such a heartless person, was also crying at the banquet.

Nan Baozhu was thoughtful, "Even if I get married, I still have to go home to see my parents every three days! If my husband's family doesn't allow it, I'll beat them up!"

Nan Baoyi was amused by her.

Seeing Xiao Yi beside her, she whispered: "Second brother, if I marry someone, will you be sad? Will you also secretly wipe your tears?"

Xiao Yi glanced at her like an idiot, and silently stepped onto the steed.

As the woman's elder brother, he was going to see off his relatives.

Nan Baoyi made a fool of himself and made a face at his back.

She held onto Nan Baozhu again: "Zhuzhu, let's go see off our relatives too! Go see the new house, and talk to big sister for a while."

Nan Baozhu loves to be lively by nature, and she responds with joy.

The procession of seeing off relatives headed towards the Song Mansion beating gongs and drums.

Song Shining married a girl whom he had been secretly in love with for more than ten years, so he naturally wanted to show off, so he held a big banquet in the mansion, and all the people in the city could come and eat.

When Nan Baoyi was full of wine and food, and finished the bridal chamber, it was already night.

She drank half a glass of wine, it was very hot, impatient to ride the carriage, and insisted on walking home.

Nan Baozhu couldn't resist her, so he had to hand her over to Xiao Yi, and went back by himself in a carriage.

At this time, the night snow was alone, and the Changjie night market was full of people.

Xiao Yi led the horse and walked behind, silently watching the little girl bouncing up and down in front.

She wore a topaz button-up jacket, a carmine red woven gold horse-face skirt, and a delicate brocade fringed cloud shoulder. As she jumped with her steps, the pearl hairpin on the spirit snake bun jingled.

After walking half a street, she suddenly turned around in the middle of the street, tilted her head with her face in her hands: "Second brother, I'm so hot!"

Xiao Yi was expressionless.

Drinking already generates heat, plus jumping and jumping all the way, it's no wonder it's not hot.

Nan Baoyi made a gesture to untie his cloud shoulders and jacket skirt, "It's very hot..."

Xiao Yi frowned, stepped forward and pressed her hand, "Don't mess around!"

"But I'm a little hot."

"Rolling in the snow will stop the heat."

Nan Baoyi disliked: "I'm only slightly drunk, and I can still tell good words from bad words. Are you making fun of me for being a fool when you encourage me to roll in the snow? I don't want to roll in the snow, I want to roll , should also roll in the moat! The water is cold and cool there!"

Xiao Yi was silent.

Cool is cool, I'm afraid she won't be able to swim out after she rolls in.

While talking, a cold wind suddenly blew up.

The fine snow fell all over the sky, and fell gently on the corners of the little girl's eyebrows and eyes.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and patiently wiped off the snowflakes for her, "Is it cold?"

Nan Baoyi's hot air was blown away, and he also woke up quite a bit.

She put her hands into her sleeves, "It's a bit cold..."

Unexpectedly, before those hands were caged in, they were caught by Xiao Yi.

The little girl's hands are white and soft, pampered and cared for with countless hibiscus facial fats.

Xiao Yi held it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it gently for her, and bowed his head to breathe some hot air.

This action is really intimate.

Nan Baoyi was stunned for a moment, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it tightly.

She raised her head, her small face was at a loss: "Second brother?"

"If your hands are frostbitten, your fingers will be red and swollen like carrots, very ugly." Xiao Yi threatened her.

Nan Baoyi loves beauty very much. She takes good care of her from hair to toes on weekdays, and doesn't want her fingers to turn into carrots.

She obediently let Xiao Yi warm her hands, looked around, "Second brother, why did we come to Hanlin Street?"

Xiao Yi didn't say a word.

The little girl was drunk and clamored to come to Hanlin Street to get the dividends from selling books. He wanted to carry her on the horse, but she kept crying and beating, which was really hard to coax.

I had no choice but to let her come to Hanlin Street.

Nan Baoyi smiled and said: "It's fine if you come, I'll go to the bookstore to get the dividends. Second brother, when I get the silver later, I'll treat you to Disu crystal rolls!"

The lights of the long street stretch as far as the eye can see.

Standing under the lantern, her eyebrows and eyes are like crescent moons, her face is flushed red, the fine snow is falling on the top of her eyelashes and eyebrows, she is really as delicate and beautiful as a hibiscus flower.

People passing by all around looked around frequently, and there was a man who was stupefied and knocked over the vendor while walking, causing chaos.

Amid the laughter, a luxuriously decorated carriage slowly passed by.

On the lantern hanging in front of the car, the word "Cheng" is inscribed.

The bamboo curtain was rolled up, and the young man sitting in the carriage was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate and timeless appearance, the gentle appearance of the boy next door.

He was wearing a fur cloak, and was flipping through Confucian classics by two glazed lamps.

The boy added some lamp oil, "The carriage is swaying, and reading is not good for your eyes, sir, why don't you rest for a while?"

The youth closed the book.

He glanced out the window.

The snow is rustling, the young girl of the golden hairpin holds her face in her hands, and when she tilts her head and smiles sweetly, she is acting like a spoiled child to the young man in front of her.

Under the lights of the night market, it is really beautiful.

He was engrossed in watching it until the girl disappeared from his field of vision, and then he slowly retracted his gaze.

The servant teased: "That girl just now is so pretty! If the young master's fiancée also has such beauty, it will be considered a match made in heaven with your talent and beauty!"