After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi looked up at Xiao Yi.

Although what he said was very pleasant, but...

She furrowed Xuan Yue's brows lightly, and wiped off the plum petals on her face in disgust, "The petals are full of my second brother's saliva, it's so dirty."

Xiao Yi coaxed her: "Petals on the face, this is the ancient makeup. Jiaojiao is young and hasn't read many books, so she doesn't understand."

Nan Baoyi wiped his face with a handkerchief.

Although she is not as knowledgeable and talented as the powerful minister, she has read at least two or three hundred books in the past year, and she has never heard of any flower petal veneer.

The powerful minister is bullying her!

She said arrogantly: "I'm already thirteen years old, I'm no longer a child. I want to be a lady from a famous family with great tolerance, so I don't care about it with my second brother."

Belly volume... big?

Xiao Yi glanced at her stomach.

Hidden in a rabbit fur red cloak, it is about small and soft.

He suddenly had the urge to touch it, but luckily he restrained it.

At this time, the lone moon was in the sky, and the snow was shining brightly.

The excitement in the front yard gradually dissipated, and the maidservants returned to their bedrooms in twos and threes, it was already late at night.

Nan Baoyi listened attentively, and vaguely heard the sound of clappers coming from the street.

"It's three o'clock..." She got up and brushed off her skirt, "Second brother, I should go back to Songhe Courtyard to sleep. If I don't go back, Heye can't find anyone, so I need to be anxious."

After walking a few steps, I was shocked to realize that the snow water had soaked into the embroidered shoes.

The soles of my feet were cold, as if I had lost consciousness.

She lowered her head and rubbed her feet.

Xiao Yi stood behind her.

The little girl's movement of rubbing her embroidered shoes was extremely obedient.

His gaze fell on her embroidered shoes, the Shu brocade uppers were smudged darkly, apparently wet from falling snow, perhaps even the socks inside were also wet.

Walking back to Songheyuan in the cold like this, it's no wonder I didn't catch the wind and cold.

He was silent, and suddenly picked her up horizontally.

Nan Baoyi exclaimed.

She grabbed Xiao Yi's cloak, "Second brother?"

"obedient."

With an indifferent voice, the young man hugged her and walked towards Songheyuan.

His words seemed to have a strange power, Nan Baoyi lowered his eyelashes, but he did not make a fuss.

She nestled in his warm and loose cloak, sniffing the unique fragrance of mountains and rivers on his body, feeling extremely peaceful and sweet in her heart.

His arms were steady and strong, and he walked a long way in the snow with her in his arms, but it was not bumpy at all.

Nan Baoyi pursed his lips, and secretly aimed at him like a thief.

Your lord, the sable gold crown, and the military boots with leather belt, look very good-looking.

The rare seriousness in the phoenix eyes was like a deep sea.

What is he thinking?

It must be thinking about spring drought, famine, and how to save more people.

He is an indomitable hero!

Lonely Moon is gentle.

She suddenly wanted to give Mr. Quan Chen, a red bean...

Xiao Yi stepped into Songhe Courtyard.

He thought, the little girl in his arms is delicate and soft, and it still smells delicious when hugged. He really wants to touch her belly to see if she is as gentle and soft as he imagined...

In the dormitory, He Ye has already been running around in a hurry, and has already sent the little maid in the yard to find someone.

Seeing that her young lady was carried back by Xiao Yi, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Miss is causing trouble for Lord Hou again? Fortunately, Lord Hou is willing to take care of you, you should thank him."

Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi on the embroidered bed, squatted down on one knee in front of the bed, and ordered: "Go get a basin of hot water."

He Ye could trust him now, and before Nan Baoyi could speak, she turned her head and brought hot water.

Xiao Yi took off Nan Baoyi's embroidered shoes and socks.

The little girl's feet were pale with cold, and it was icy cold in the palm of her hand.

Nan Baoyi pinched the skirt, very shy.

She tried hard to retract her feet, and said in a low voice, "Second brother..."

Xiao Yi knew that she was shy.

It's just that her feet are frozen like this, what crooked thoughts can he have?

He Ye quickly brought hot water and presented the clean socks to Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi casually stuffed the socks into his bosom.

He soaked Nan Baoyi's feet in the hot water again, rolled up the silk trousers and skirt for her, scooped up the hot water with a small golden ladle, and slowly poured it down from her calves.

Nan Baoyi let out a soft "hiss".

Frozen feet in the snow, soaked in hot water after returning to the house, the whole person seems to be alive again, that is a comfort!

Outside the house the north wind howled like a wild beast.

The lights in the sleeping room are quiet and the smoked cage is warm. It is the best place to live in the winter night.

Nan Bao's cumbersome skirts were scattered across the couch, she propped up the couch, and secretly glanced at Xiao Yi.

The powerful minister still knelt down on one knee, carefully warming her feet.

His side face is clear and handsome, his thin lips are pursed in a serious arc, and he looks very attentive.

A strand of hair fell from the corner of his forehead and crossed his tall nose.

Nan Baoyi felt an inexplicable itch in his heart.

She leaned over slightly, stretched out her hand, and subconsciously parted that strand of hair for him.

He raised his eyes and looked at each other.

Nan Baoyi quickly withdrew his hand, blushing and said: "Hair fell down, covering your sight...I will pin it behind your ears for you."

Xiao Yi bent his thin lips.

Nan Baoyi's cheeks turned redder.

She bit her lip lightly, and turned her small face unnaturally.

Xiao Yi took the dry towel from He Ye and carefully wiped off the water droplets for her, "Is it still cold?"

Nan Baoyi's eyelashes fluttered, and he raised his hand to cover his face, "It's very hot..."

"hot?"

"nothing!"

Nan Baoyi was ashamed of her gaffe, turned her head and got into bed, "You go!"

Being stared at by the powerful minister again, she felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest!

Standing in front of the brocade tent, Xiao Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling as he looked at the lump under the quilt.

The little girl is too thin-skinned, what should she do in the future?

He leaned over to the quilt, "Nan Jiaojiao, my brother hugged you back and warmed your feet, but you turned your head and got under the quilt... Is this your way of hospitality?"

The little girl in the bed trembled.

Soon, a small white hand like tender lotus root was stretched out, the little finger was raised delicately, and a brand new bank note was held between the fingers.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

Is this girl trying to send him away with a banknote?

Is he short of money?

He looked at her bed again inquiringly.

He smiled: "It turns out that Nan Jiaojiao's quilt hides a bank note."

"Second brother, I don't have a banknote..."

Nan Baoyi's buzzing voice came from the depths of the bed, but its persuasive power was average.

Xiao Yi lifted his robe, and sat down leisurely by the bed, "Nan Jiaojiao, get up and pour me some tea. Brother, how come you don't even have a cup of tea?"

"It's late at night, and I won't be able to fall asleep after drinking tea."

"That's corn juice."

But Nan Baoyi refused to show his head like a quail, "I don't have corn juice here...Second brother, go back to Chaowenyuan!"

There was a commotion in the dormitory, and suddenly screams came from outside, breaking the tranquility of the snowy night.

Shi Yan rushed in with a long knife in his hand, the blade was stained with blood: "Master, something happened in the front yard! A group of bandits broke into Nanfu and are killing people in the mansion!"

Xiao Yi twisted and pressed Shengqian, his eyes were cold: "A bandit?"

"If I guess correctly, it should be Hong Laojiu's person. He has many shops in Jinguan City, and the guys in the shops are all bandits. Tonight, he must return to his old business for the sake of the prosperity of the Nanfu."

Jin was lifted.

Nan Baoyi sat on the couch with a serious face: "How many of them are here?"