After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The carriage drove off Long Street.

On the side of the street, a girl in a smoky powder skirt is thin and pitiful, wearing a veil to cover her face.

It is Nan Yan.

She bent down to pick up a bank note, her fingers turned white and trembled slightly.

Why can Nan Baoyi treat money as nothing and be a high-ranking daughter of the Nanfu, but she has to suffer in the kiln and serve those disgusting men? !

She is not reconciled, she is so unwilling!

Just as he was about to stuff the banknotes into his purse, someone grabbed his shoulder.

Before she could turn around, she was slapped heavily on the cheek!

She covered her face and fell to the ground.

Raising her head, the bustard had already stuffed the bank note she had picked up into her bosom.

The old bustard put his hips on his hips and scolded: "Bitch, I brought you out to buy rouge and gouache, how dare you hide your private money?! Let me tell you, all the money you earn in the future will belong to my mother! Don't even think about running away or asking someone to go back to Nan's house for help." , You are such a rotten embryo, the Nan family will not care about you!"

Nan Yan was in tears.

She got up and took the old bustard's arm flatteringly, "Mom, Yan'er dare not run away...you are so kind to me, how can I be willing to run away? Look, there is a shop selling rouge and gouache in front of you. Yan'er will accompany you." go in?"

"Hmph, that's about the same!"

In addition to rouge and gouache, there are also some gold hairpin jewelry in the shop.

Nan Yan helped the bustard step into the threshold, and the shopkeeper was receiving a young couple.

The man was handsome, he held the hand of his new wife, and said in a gentle voice: "You have had a hard time conceiving this child, just tell me what jewelry you like, and I will buy it for you."

His wife was gentle and delicate, and raised her hand to wipe his forehead, "The rice shop business is not so easy to do, we can't spend money lavishly."

"You are the daughter of a branch of the Nan family. I am the one who married you. How dare I treat you badly? This pair of dragon and phoenix bracelets are so beautiful, I will buy them back for you."

"No, you bought me several pairs a few days ago."

"It's okay to change it."

Nan Yan was fascinated.

The bustard twisted her ear hard,

"That's Boss Dong from the rice shop on West Street, and his newlywed wife. They are all decent people, why are you always staring at them?! Go, go buy rouge!"

Nan Rou covered her sore ears.

turn out to be……

That man is Boss Dong from the Rice Shop on West Street.

Once upon a time, my grandmother wanted to tell her husband.

If she had agreed to marry him back then, wouldn't it be her Nan Yan who was loved by him so much?

A trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

But it is only fleeting.

How could she be willing to marry the owner of a mere rice shop?

Even if she entered the brothel now, so what?

One day, one day, she will make a comeback!

...

Back at Songheyuan, Nan Baozhu sent He Ye to pack her luggage.

The lotus leaves are one head and two big, "Miss, you were almost burned to death in Zhennan Temple a while ago, haven't you learned enough lessons? Seeing that it's autumn, don't go out again!"

"Your lady has wind in her blood, so she'll be in a panic if she doesn't go out."

Nan Baoyi leaned against the window, playing with the gold step shaker.

She looked out the window.

The autumn sun was warm and the hibiscus flowers in the mansion bloomed a lot.

Wei Jiannan was practicing his saber among the flowers, his saber skills were sharp and vicious.

Although he is an uncle in his late forties, he is still charming when he looks handsome.

After playing a set of sword skills, many little maids stood in the veranda to watch, pointing, shy, and even a bold maid ran up shyly to deliver water bottles and sweat towels.

Nan Baoyi pinched off a hibiscus flower, "Uncle Wei."

Wei Jiannan came over wiping his sweat, "Miss?"

"I'm going to Jiange County in the future, and you will drive for me."

"it is good."

"Is Uncle Wei familiar with Jiange County?"

"Guarding the natural danger of Jianmen Gate is the pearl on the road of Shu. Jianmen Pass in the county is also famous as the first pass in the world. How can you not be familiar with it?" Wei Jiannan's eyes showed a touch of nostalgia, "'Jiange is towering and Cui Wei , One husband is in charge, ten thousand is not allowed to open', very overbearing."

Nan Baoyi smiled and said: "It's good to be familiar with it, I don't need to hire another guide."

"Miss is going to Jiange?"

"yes."

Wei Jiannan's eyes flashed complicated, but he didn't say anything on his face, he continued to practice the sword with a smile.

Nan Baoyi watched him go away.

She suddenly remembered the scene of having an evening conversation with him over a jar of Nurhong.

——When I was young, there was a childhood sweetheart who loved each other and was determined to never change. Less than five years after I married her, my family and country suffered a sudden disaster. She took out the bronze mirror and broke it in two, and she and I each held one half, and agreed that even if we were separated from each other in the future, even if the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, even if life and death passed through the ages, we must rely on this half of the bronze mirror to find each other...

A strange feeling appeared in Nan Baoyi's heart.

The thin white fingertips tapped lightly on the window sill.

She told the maid: "Go get the records of the South Vietnam Kingdom."

The maid quickly brought a history book.

The annals of Nanyue, which was revised only two years ago, is held in the palm of your hand, and it seems that you can still smell the fragrance of ink.

Nan Baoyi flipped open.

The title page is a map.

Her eyes fell on the area of ​​Jianmen Pass on the Shu Road.

The territory beyond Jianmen Pass did not originally belong to South Vietnam.

There lies the Kingdom of Wei, a small and wealthy country with a population of less than two million.

Ten years ago, Xue Dingwei led an army to attack Weiguo, annihilated the royal family of Weiguo, and merged their territory and people into South Vietnam.

Weiguo...

Wei Jiannan...

Is there some connection between them?

Nan Baoyi closed the history book.

She looked at the bronze mirror, and put the pale pink hibiscus on her temples.

This trip to Jiange, she always felt uneasy.

Perhaps, I have to ask the powerful minister to borrow two people.

She brought the chicken soup to Chaowenyuan, where the second elder brother was practicing the knife.

He was dressed in a black outfit, with golden boots with patterns on his feet, and wielded a nine-foot sword that was taller than a human being. The sharp edge of the blade was breathtaking.

She stood in the corner, watching with interest.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiao Yi gracefully withdrew his saber.

He glanced at Nan Baoyi, "What are you here for?"

Nan Baoyi carried the chicken soup, stepped forward, and said crisply: "Second brother's saber technique has improved a lot, looking at it tenderly, I can't help yearning for it, my heart is full of joy, and my heart is rippling!"

heart rippling...

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows condescendingly, "What kind of rippling method?"

Nan Baoyi choked.

She knew that Xiao Yi was still angry about what she promised Gu Chongshan.

She changed the subject and said with a smile: "I specially ordered the small kitchen to boil chicken soup for Second Brother, and Second Brother should drink it while it's hot?"

Xiao Yi was expressionless.

His eyes fell on her temples.

Early autumn is the season when hibiscus blooms.

On the little girl's temple is a pale pink hibiscus, which blooms in layers and is charming, but it can't suppress her beauty.

The Jiu Chi Mo Dao turned around in his hand.

The sharp tip of the knife slowly picked off the girl's sideburns. He held it up with his fingertips, lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

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