After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

It's past midnight.

The fine snow outside the window is gradually thickening, in the light and shadow of the shattered lanterns, the plum blossoms are stained with blood, and the snow is bright red.

The sound of fighting gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of the north wind like howling wild animals.

"finished?"

The lotus leaf whispered.

The firelight of the smoked cage reflected on the faces of the maids, the tears were glistening, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Nan Baoyi still held the gold hairpin tightly, and Danfeng's eyes were full of anxious anticipation.

Suddenly footsteps sounded outside.

Nan Baoyi subconsciously grasped the golden hairpin even tighter, and his whole body stretched like a bowstring.

She raised her eyes and saw that Yu Wei was wearing a tight-sleeved dress, and ran into the dormitory neatly, knelt down on one knee towards her, cupped her hands and said, "Nine hundred and thirty-nine bandits, all of them must be punished! Old madam, second master, third master The others are all unscathed. My master told me, Miss don't have to worry anymore!"

The bedroom was silent for a moment.

For a moment, the little maids embraced and burst into tears, weeping with joy after the catastrophe.

Shi Yan quietly let go of the handle holding the knife, and a smile appeared on his delicate face.

Nan Baoyi's eyes were red, he didn't care about other things, and ran out of the dormitory with his skirt.

She ran into the garden, only to see that the lantern was stained with blood, and there were corpses and blood stains everywhere. The beautiful garden became a purgatory on earth.

At the end of the flower path, someone stood with a knife.

The black robe fluttered, and the white snowflakes fell on his hair and shoulders. The sharp blade was covered with sticky blood.

He stood guard on the only path between the front yard and the backyard. With his own strength, he killed hundreds of enemies, and he didn't let a single thief break into the backyard alive!

He kicked Hong Laojiu, whose life and death were unknown, with one foot, with a cold and cold posture.

"Second brother!"

Across the night and snow, the girl shouted.

Xiao Yi's body froze slightly.

He turned slowly.

Nan Baoyi was startled.

Blood splattered on the cheek of the powerful minister,

The narrow-sleeved brocade robe was also stained dark with blood, and the five fingers holding Mo Dao were covered in blood even between the fingers.

His pupils were bright red, as if reflecting a blood moon, with a bloodthirsty expression.

She has never seen such a powerful minister.

The young man in my impression is free and easy, gentle, occasionally revealing a naughty smile, always giving her warmth with a casual attitude, and is an easy object to get close to.

But tonight...

Xiao Yi also looked at Nan Baoyi across the flower path.

The little girl from Nanfu stood in the wind and snow, wearing only thin silk pajamas, and her petticoat was white and clean.

The black hair flutters in the cold wind, like an ink brush.

The small face was still delicate and fair, but Danfeng's eyes no longer contained a sweet smile, but strong fear.

She was barefoot, and her feet were so cold that they were whiter than the snow.

Xiao Yi walked towards her expressionlessly.

He came with a knife, Nan Baoyi subconsciously retreated.

Until the slender back hits the plum tree trunk.

Xiao Yi threw away Mo Dao and squatted down on one knee in front of her.

He held up her feet, wiped them carefully with a handkerchief, and said in a lazy and gentle tone, "I just warmed up for you. Wouldn't it be a waste of my brother's affection to run out like this?"

Nan Baoyi pursed his lips and remained silent.

Xiao Yi took out clean socks from his bosom, and put them on carefully for her.

He could clearly feel that the little girl was trembling.

She is afraid.

Afraid of his knife, afraid of his blood.

And no language seems to be able to beautify this bloody massacre into a warm scene, let alone comfort this delicate and soft girl.

He didn't want to scare her.

So he bowed his head reverently, and placed a soft kiss on the back of her foot.

But the little girl was still trembling.

He raised his head, with a loose smile on the corner of his mouth: "Afraid of me?"

Nan Baoyi was short of breath.

The young man in his eyes, half of his cheeks were stained red by blood beads, when he laughed, he looked like a wild dog.

And his Danfeng eyes were full of jokes and self-mockery, as if he had expected that she would despise his cruelty and ruthlessness.

But, that's not the case...

What she dislikes and fears are only those blood and those corpses.

She whispered: "I will never dislike my second brother... I hid in the dormitory, listening to the sound of fighting outside the window, I was terrified. I prayed that my second brother could kill those bandits, but I was worried that you would get hurt When I saw you standing at the end of the flower path covered in blood, I was very afraid that it was your blood, and even more afraid that you would die in the next moment."

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

She bent down in front of Xiao Yi, squeezed the embroidered handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blood off his face.

The little girl's fingertips were soft and white, passing over Xiao Yi's skin, it was numb and gentle.

Xiao Yi looked up at her.

Her pupils were as clear as water, and tears rolled down her face, looking extremely distressed.

She is feeling sorry for him?

It turned out that Nan Jiaojiao would feel sorry for him.

This cognition gave Xiao Yi a wonderful feeling in his heart, like drinking a cup of warm sweet red bean juice in the cold winter, starting to warm up his internal organs.

He grew up in Loquat Academy since he was a child, reading and writing alone, practicing knife skills alone, and spending birthdays and festivals every year alone.

No one cared about him, and no one told him that they would worry that he would be injured or that he would die the next moment.

It turns out that the feeling of being cared about is like this...

Nan Baoyi finally wiped his face clean.

She threw away the blood handkerchief and opened her hand to him: "Hug!"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

He is not a hypocritical person, since the little girl offered to hug him, he naturally has no reason not to give it.

The little girl was petite and soft, and she was still very warm in her arms.

Xiao Yi suddenly felt that just this hug was worth killing so many bandits.

Back in the bedroom, he still put Nan Baoyi on the embroidered bed, but he noticed that the little girl was holding the hibiscus gold hairpin tightly in her left hand, and the tail of the hairpin stabbed her palm, and blood beads gushed from between her fingers, red shocking.

He fetched the medicine box, sat down beside her, squeezed her wrist, "open your hand."

Nan Baoyi's movements were a little stiff.

She had held this gold hairpin in her palm for too long.

Because of nervousness, the five fingers were already a little stiff.

After finally opening his fingers, Nobile was stained with blood, and his palm was already bloody.

She shyly rubbed the tip of her nose, "I was too nervous while waiting, so I pricked my palm and didn't even notice..."

Xiao Yi expertly disinfected and bandaged her.

He laughed and said: "Nan Jiaojiao loves money the most, even if she wants to run away, she should hold the banknotes. What are you doing with the golden hairpin?"

Nan Baoyi choked.

Does she look like the kind of girl who abandons her family and runs away when disaster strikes? !

She said coquettishly: "Because I was worried that bandits would break into the backyard, and I was afraid that ten words would not be able to stop me, so I planned to use the golden hairpin as a weapon. I have already made up my mind. If anyone dares to bully me, I will use the golden hairpin to poke him blind." eyes, or poke his throat! If they dare to bully my family, I will do it hard to let them know how powerful I am!"