After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Flower Street and Willow Lane, at least there are no desperadoes.

Nan Yan hired three or five market youths and asked them to buy kerosene.

The rain was pattering.

On both sides of the Flower Street are Qinlou and Chu Pavilions. The charming pipa music is diffused in the rain, with a unique rouge atmosphere. Even on rainy nights, the place is still lively and unrestrained.

Nan Yan held an umbrella and stood in the shadow of the lantern.

Across the street is the kiln where she was sold.

The lights of the small wooden building are warm and yellow, and the shadows behind the flower windows can be vaguely seen shaking, and the shadows on the temples and the fragrance of clothes.

Those boys quietly locked the doors and windows, and poured kerosene on the wooden building.

They lit the fire.

The light of the fire climbed up the wooden building all the way, and the whole wooden building gradually turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The people in the wooden building finally smelled the burnt smell from the fragrance of rouge in the room.

They were frightened, and hurriedly opened the window and door, only to find that someone locked the door and window from the outside.

Thick smoke and fear spread throughout the wooden building.

Guests and prostitutes screamed for help, but the streets were filled with the sound of pattering rain and the sound of drunken singing.

No one heard their cries for help.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, gradually engulfing the entire wooden building in the dark rain.

Nan Yan always stood opposite Huajie with an umbrella.

She quietly admired the struggling figures behind the window. They were covered in fire, running and roaring, until finally they were burned to death in the endless sea of ​​flames.

The fire finally broke the window string.

The old bustard who had tortured her was covered in fire, with a hideous old face, twisted her fat body, and tried hard to climb out of the window.

But her movements were so clumsy that even if she climbed out of the window, she just fell into the flames on the first floor in embarrassment.

Through the flames and rain, she saw Nan Yan.

She screamed and cursed, her eyes were bloodshot and terrifying, and she was waving her flaming limbs vigorously, rushing towards her like a mad dog.

Before taking a few steps, the whole wooden building collapsed.

The old bustard was crushed to death in the wooden building.

Nan Yan watched quietly, her red lips curled up happily.

From now on, she will not let anyone who hurt her be spared.

This bustard is just the beginning.

The fire spread along the wooden building, and gradually, more kilns caught fire.

Someone finally noticed something was wrong, and the men and women rushed out of the house in disheveled clothes, shouting to put out the fire.

Some people died in the sea of ​​fire, and some people ran around madly covered in fire.

The entire Flower Street was in chaos for fighting the fire.

The rain was still pattering down.

Nan Yan held a light apricot-colored oil-paper umbrella, and held a large and delicate skirt in one hand, kicked off her embroidered shoes at will, and walked lightly in the rain with bare feet.

She hummed a little tune easily, with a graceful and charming posture.

The streets were full of lights, and they gradually drifted away behind her.

She is not afraid of falling into the abyss.

because she was born,

right in the abyss.

The boundless night rain, without seeing the edge.

In the darkness, someone groped over the high wall.

Nan Guang covered his face with a black scarf, and with an "ouch", he sat down in a corner in embarrassment.

He rubbed his buttocks and stood up, looking around, the huge Cheng Mansion was full of depression, and there were not even a few lanterns, and he could only vaguely see the lights of the main house through the vast rain.

"Huang Shi, your mother hurt my daughter, I want you to look good tonight!"

Huang is a wicked woman.

First he disliked his Jiaojiao, then he was picky about his two precious daughters, and finally he even sold his rouge into a brothel!

A good and innocent girl, who suffered such a big grievance, as a father, if he doesn't avenge his daughter, he is not a man!

He took off the hatchet from his waist and nervously walked towards the main house.

He gradually approached the main house.

He held the broad ax tightly, even breathing carefully.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and as the fan was pushed away, his heart beat even more violently.

In the outer room was a woman who was on duty at night.

He touched the dormitory with light hands and feet, a few candlesticks were scattered high and low, the curtains were lowered, and there was a faint sound of long and steady breathing from inside.

Nan Guang wiped the rainwater off his face.

Trembling, he lifted the curtain.

By the dim light of the candlestick, he saw that Mrs. Huang was in a deep sleep.

He raised his ax aloft—

His hands were shaking badly.

He swallowed and couldn't help but close his eyes.

Yan'er's pitiful look came to mind again.

Nan Guang's face was full of ruthlessness, he opened his eyes suddenly, and dropped the ax on Huang's neck!

Blood splattered!

Warm blood splashed onto his cheeks, Nanguang's heartbeat was out of balance, he hurriedly dropped the hatchet, took a few steps back, and finally fell to the ground.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

He never killed anyone.

He looked at the blood and corpses in the tent, raised his hand, and tremblingly touched his blood-stained cheek.

Night rain knocks on the window.

The wind is like a wild beast, crazy and terrifying.

In such a stormy night, Nan Guang could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

Plopping, as if about to jump out of the chest.

However, he does not regret it.

He has been cowardly for half his life, and he always wants to do something for his daughter.

He raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, hurriedly picked up the hatchet, and ran out of the house.

The woman on duty at night was woken up quietly.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw Nan Guang covered in blood, she was about to scream instantly!

With quick eyes and quick hands, Nan Guang swung an ax at her head!

The mother-in-law was seriously injured, but she did not die.

She fell into a pool of blood, babbled and screamed, and crawled towards Nanguang with difficulty, with bloody palms, she also tried very hard to grab Nanguang's robes and trousers.

Nan Guang shed tears in fear.

For a moment, he swung the ax at her almost out of control!

The rain hit the plantains.

Chaowen Courtyard was brightly lit.

The west window, pasted with Goryeo paper, was set up in the night rain.

Nan Baoyi rested his cheeks on his hands and stood by the west window, enjoying the rain calmly.

Xiao Yi sat behind the desk, dealing with military matters.

He now has an army of 500,000 in his hands, compared to when he was in charge of an army of 100,000, he has to deal with a lot more military affairs.

Shiyan quietly stepped into the study and whispered a few words in his ear.

Xiao Yi whispered: "Can you see clearly?"

"A few of them passed by outside Cheng's mansion, and saw the third master jumping over the wall and entering Cheng's mansion. Because they were afraid that something would happen to him and the master would be hurt, they followed him secretly. The third master killed Huang and a woman, and fainted all over the floor. In a pool of blood, they carried them back. The scene has also been cleaned up, and no one will find out the head of the third master."

Ten words explained the matter clearly.

He knew that his master liked Baoyi girl.

If the master marries Miss Baoyi in the future, then the third master will be his father-in-law.

My father-in-law has an accident, so I have to help him no matter what.

What he did obviously satisfied Xiao Yi.

He said lightly: "Go to the cashier to receive the reward."

Ten words answered "Hey", and happily went to accept the reward.

Xiao Yi closed the volume.

He looked towards the west window, the girl's back was slim and delicate, looking very attractive in the rainy night.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said softly, "Nan Jiaojiao, come to brother."

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