After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The big cloak is precious and the sable fur is soft, it was given to him by Xiao Yi back then.

If you take it to a pawn shop, it is estimated to be worth a lot of money.

He carefully took off the cloak, put it on, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror to look around.

The young man praised: "My master is really chic in dressing up! Compared with a twenty-year-old boy, he is not much better!"

"That's right! When I was young, I don't know how many Hualou girls threw themselves into my arms!"

Nan Guang raised his eyebrows proudly.

The cloak fits perfectly, as if it was tailor-made for him.

After wearing it, it is a little more luxurious.

Finally wearing enough, he took it off, folded it, and wrapped it carefully in cotton cloth.

He patted the wrapped cloak, his eyes were full of reluctance, "Take it as a pawn."

"Did it?!" The boy was surprised.

"Jing'er is short of money. As a father, I naturally have to raise everything for him. It's my fault that I couldn't give him the status of a descendant..."

Nanguang was sad.

"I'm a person who can't accomplish anything. I depend on my family for food, clothing, housing and transportation. But my son, I want to give him the best. Jing'er is smart and has top grades. There is always hope that he will be successful in the future."

His eyes lit up, and he said proudly: "Don't look at me being laughed at now. Two years later, people will point at me and say, look, he is the father of Xinke champion Lang! In another ten years, others will He would point to me and say, look, that's Prime Minister Nan's father! Back then, he was the one who raised Prime Minister Nan to be successful!"

The boy looked at him.

He is obviously the third master of the Nan family, but he is wearing a half-worn cotton jacket.

But his eyes were shining, full of expectations for his son.

The servant silently picked up the cloak.

He thought about the joy of the old man trying on the clothes just now, for some reason, he suddenly burst into tears.

That sable fur cloak finally got three thousand taels of snow-patterned silver.

Nan Guang didn't keep a single penny, and gave it all to Nan Jing.

the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month,

late at night.

With 8,000 taels of silver in his pocket, Nan Jing quietly came to Yulouchun.

Han Yanliang was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, casually eating honeydew melon.

Through the screen, she smiled: "Who are you going to kill?"

"The fifth girl from the Nan family, Nan Baoyi."

Nan Jing knelt down on the futon, took out five thousand taels of silver notes, and placed them seriously on the table, "This is five thousand taels of silver notes, if it's not enough, I'll add more."

Hanyan cools off the melon rind.

She rinsed her mouth and said slowly: "It's really not enough."

"How much do you offer?"

"Hmm..." Han Yanliang casually made up a number, "Twenty thousand taels."

"Twenty thousand taels?!" Nan Jing lost his voice, "I heard from the middleman that you kill people in the theater, eight thousand taels for men and five thousand taels for women, why do you ask for twenty thousand taels?!"

Han Yanliang raised her legs.

She absently picked her nails: "Mr. Nan, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the day after tomorrow is the first day of the first lunar month. You also know that during the first month, the market is in short supply, causing prices to soar. The soaring prices lead to the weapons, sweat medicine, and night clothes used in killing people." The price has increased accordingly. In addition, we are a regular store, so we have to double the commission for hiring people during the first month, so we have no choice but to raise the price a wave to show our sincerity."

Nan Jing was speechless.

This theater building is too good at business, right? !

I have never heard of the price increase according to the season for killing people!

He put the silver ticket back in his sleeve pocket, stood up and said, "I will come to you again when I save enough money. As for my visit..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Nan," Han Yanliang said in a charming voice, "We are a serious shop, and we will not disclose customer information to others casually."

Only then did Nan Jing feel relieved to leave.

After he left, Han Yanliang lay back on the imperial concubine's couch, "Yang Liu, find some time in the next few days to go to Nanfu and tell her about Nanjing's plan to kill her. My elder brother bought murder, it's poor..."

Yang Liu beat her leg.

She thought to herself, how pitiful is Boss Nan?

Didn't Liu Duanfang was solved by Boss Nan, he didn't even leave any evidence!

She silently waxed Nan Ding.

Lunar New Year's eve.

There are many juniors in Nanfu, and New Year's Eve is always lively.

Nan Baorong and Song Shining also came back for the festival, Nan Baoyi couldn't help joking: "Big sister, you come back home for a short stay every three days, it doesn't look like a married daughter, it seems like you recruited my cousin !"

"Jiaojiao is getting more and more eloquent!" Nan Baorong pinched the tip of her nose, "If you are so eloquent, I don't know who can take care of you in the future!"

She married someone worthy, she no longer looked seriously ill, her complexion was rosy and healthy, and she didn't have to dress thicker than others in winter.

Nan Baoyi hugged her coquettishly, "Big sister, when will you give us a little nephew, the baby is so small, it must be very cute!"

When it comes to children, the elders can't help but look over.

Nan Baorong was ashamed, just bowed her head and said nothing.

Song Shining held her hand gently, and said with a smile: "I discussed it with Rong'er. Rong'er is in better health now, and she can't bear the trouble of having a child. Wait a year or two before thinking about having a child."

He is sweet.

Nan Baorong was not forced to conceive the two for three years, even a son, just because the Song family wanted to carry on the family line.

He married Nan Baorong because of her.

Nan Baoyi held her small face in her hands.

Danfeng's eyes are full of water, which is extremely envious.

Xiao Yi stuffed a peeled orange into her mouth, "What are you thinking?"

Nan Baoyi ate the orange petals and said seriously: "I'm thinking, the man I'm going to marry in the future has to be as open-minded as my cousin. He can't disrespect me just because I didn't have children, or only gave birth to a daughter." , and even teamed up with my concubine to bully me."

The little girl's white and tender face was full of solemnity.

Obviously these words are naive, but they seem to be her important life pursuit.

Xiao Yi sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" Nan Baoyi was not convinced.

Xiao Yi fed her another orange, and lazily said: "Our family, Nan Jiaojiao, is a girl who has given birth to nine children in a row, so why worry about not being able to have children?"

Nan Baoyi blushed instantly.

She was annoyed: "Second brother, that's just acting, I never had nine children in a row!"

Xiao Yi dragged out his tone, and let out an "oh" with a half-smile.

Nan Baoyi said again: "Second brother, have you ever thought about what your future wife will be like?"

She was very curious whether Xiao Yi in his previous life had a sweetheart.

She was seventeen years old when she died in the ice cellar of the palace.

That year Xiao Yi was twenty-three years old, an ordinary man would have married a wife and had children long ago, but he didn't move at all, he didn't even want the marriage offered to him by the emperor.

She really wanted to know who Xiao Yi married in the end.

Xiao Yi supported his stomach with one hand, thought for a while, then smiled and said: "I want to marry a girl who can give birth to nine children in a row."

Nan Baoyi was completely annoyed!

Whether this stalk can't be avoided or what, the powerful minister is too unscrupulous, and he will give birth to nine children at every turn!