After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The red-painted veranda extends towards the center of the lake. An exquisite two-story wooden building stands in the middle of the lake. The beaded curtains are high and the figures are crowded, and the chatter and laughter spread far to the shore of the lake.

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi went up to the second floor, and saw that the hall was quite spacious, with seven or eight tables for the Eight Immortals, the maids came and went with melons, fruits and flower cakes, and the boys and girls were chatting and laughing happily.

Because the prefect's mansion is the host, all the people who came to the invitation were the children of officials and eunuchs in Jinguan City.

Nan Baoyi and Nan Baozhu were invited because of the favor of their in-laws and Xiao Yi.

The maid rolled up the beaded curtain and said loudly, "Jingxihou, Miss Nanwu, here—"

The guests were taken aback for a moment, and they all stood up to salute.

Nan Baoyi hid behind Xiao Yi, and quietly poked his head out to look. Nan Yan had already arrived, standing beside Cheng De.

She is dressed in a gentle and pleasant way today, and the lotus root pink jacket and skirt are quite fresh.

She was born beautiful, but it was the kind of beauty that men admired more, with big eyes and a pointed chin. Although she was only thirteen years old, she was always charming.

Curly and Nana's fragility can easily make men feel protective.

Xiao Yi waved his sleeves as a gesture of excuse, so he chose a good seat by the window, and sat down indifferently.

Everyone got up one after another, their eyes turned from Xiao Yi to Nan Baoyi, and they couldn't help being slightly surprised.

The girls couldn't help talking:

"What kind of dress is she wearing? Wearing a man's robe and leather boots, but wearing a snake bun and peach blossom makeup, I have never seen it before!"

"But it's really pretty! Tomorrow, I'll buy two men's robes to try!"

Nan Yan was holding the collection of poems, her face was pale.

She got up before dawn to dress up, but the meticulously painted makeup, painstakingly matched jacket, skirt and hairpins were no match for Nan Baoyi's nondescript outfit!

She bit her lip and subconsciously looked at Cheng De.

This literary and elegant boy from the official family was staring at Nan Baoyi without blinking, with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

It wasn't until Nan Baoyi bounced over to Xiao Yi's table that he looked away indifferently.

She thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Jiaojiao is beautiful, she never reads on weekdays, and only concentrates on dressing up. Today, I am amazed, I must be very tempted by Mr. Cheng, right? Yes,

Only a beautiful girl like Jiaojiao can be a good match for Mr. Cheng. "

Cheng De suppressed the amazement, and said sarcastically: "There is beauty in the sky, but she serves people with sex after all. This kind of woman can only be regarded as a concubine."

He didn't deliberately lower his voice.

The laughter and conversation in the small building in the middle of the lake fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at each other with embarrassment on their faces.

Nan Baoyi was sitting beside Xiao Yi, pouring tea for him like a dog.

Hearing this, she raised her fair and delicate face, her phoenix eyes bent into crescent moons: "Brother Cheng, so I am so unbearable in your heart? Since you don't like me, why don't you go to my house tomorrow and retire?" This marriage?"

Cheng De knew that he had made a slip of the tongue.

Naturally, the marriage cannot be withdrawn. During the years when he and Nan Baoyi were engaged, the family has benefited from the Nan family, and the Nan family would give them a lot of money when they went around during the festivals.

If you divorce now, you won't have these benefits!

He sat down, with a warm voice: "I just hate that iron can't be made into steel. Miss Nanwu is a boudoir girl, but she doesn't know how to read, and she only focuses on dressing up every day. I don't know, I thought you dressed up to seduce men. It's really indecent."

Nan Baoyi looked at him quietly.

An official boy with poems and books in his belly.

Wearing a green mink and silver mouse cloak and white jade hairpin, looking at the glorious wind and the moon.

But why are the words that come out of your mouth so ugly?

She smiled: "So in Mr. Cheng's mind, the daughter's home is well-dressed just to seduce men?"

"Otherwise, why?" Cheng De said in a deep voice, "Women are raped every year. The reason is that those women dress up too glamorously. A real girl from a good family will never dress up in a fancy way. For example Your sister, Nan Yan, has a gentle demeanor, and you can tell at a glance that she is a good girl who is well-educated and reasonable."

He clearly knew that Cheng De was a stick, but Nan Baoyi was still so angry at his words that his liver ached.

How can a girl's temperament be judged by her appearance? !

It was in vain that she thought Cheng De had connotations in her previous life, but now it seems that he is extremely superficial!

Xiao Yi suddenly smiled: "If this Marquis marries a wife, I will definitely allow her to dress up carefully every day. Rouge and gouache, Sichuan brocade silk, skirt hairpin jewelry, whatever she likes, this Marquis will buy her."

Nan Baoyi was startled.

She slowly looked at Xiao Yi.

A young man of golden appearance and jade, with power in his hands, and a cool posture.

But what he said was so heartwarming...

Cheng De said in a disdainful tone: "Focus on dressing up all day long, and you have lost your role as a woman. As a woman, you should take care of your husband and children, take care of the backyard, serve your in-laws, study more, and improve yourself from time to time. Be independent and assertive , you must be good at running a store, you must support a family, and you must not rely on your husband."

Nan Baozhu exclaimed: "Then what is the difference between being Mr. Cheng's wife and being a widow?"

Ning Wanzhou played with an orange and sneered, "Being a widow doesn't have to serve men! It seems that being Mrs. Cheng's wife is harder than being a widow!"

This is so frank to speak to master and servant.

There was an eerie silence all around.

Cheng De couldn't hold back, and said sternly, "I'm just refuting Jingxihou's point of view. All in all, it's not a good thing for a woman to dress up too beautifully, it will bring disaster."

Xiao Yi sneered: "That's because you don't have the ability to protect your own woman."

He glanced at Nan Baoyi calmly: "If it is a woman of this Marquis, she should keep her ten fingers out of the spring water and hold her in the palm of her hand. Even if she goes out, there will definitely be guards following her. No one dares to touch her. This Marquis wants her to decorate herself confidently and boldly, wants her to be charming, and wants her to be like a jewel!"

The words were loud and loud.

It clearly brings out Cheng De's narrowness and selfishness.

The girls in the hall looked at Xiao Yi with changing eyes.

From awe to worship, and finally turned into full of love.

When you marry, you should marry such an upright man like Lord Hou!

Cheng De's face was hot, and his eyes were full of anger.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Nan Yan made a siege understandingly: "Today's Snow Lake Feast is a poetry gathering. Why are you all talking and forgetting your original intention?"

The others came back to their senses and echoed one after another.

A girl said: "I heard that the theme of today's poetry meeting has something to do with the winter scenery. I think it's better for each of us to compose a poem. If anyone can't do it, he will be punished with a cup of wine. How about it?"

Nan Yan quietly glanced at Nan Baoyi, with malicious intentions flashing across her eyes, she said with a gentle smile, "Not only will you be fined with a cup of wine, but you will also be entertained by our singing and dancing, so it will be considered lively."

It's really degrading to cheer for so many people singing and dancing.

And she just wanted Nan Baoyi to be that lowly person.