After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Chapter 225 I Never Want to See You Again

The drizzle washed the powder on his face.

He raised his sleeve and wiped his face.

A thirteen-year-old boy, male and female, with red lips and white teeth, most notably those pair of fox eyes, shaped like peach blossoms, even though they are full of gloom and hostility, they still look like endless youth.

The tightly-covered fan was pushed away.

Jiang Suihan and Jiang Shi stepped out of the threshold one after another.

Jiang's eye circles were still red, and he said softly, "Is it really all right?"

"Second Madam, don't worry, Nan Zhuzhu didn't hurt the root cause. I have a miracle medicine in my hand, which can keep her left eye safe and the scar on her cheek will heal as soon as possible. It's just that it won't work in three to five days, I guess at least It takes a month or two of cultivation to fully recover."

"That's good." Jiang was relieved, "Our whole family trusts Dr. Jiang's medical skills."

Jiang Suihan cupped his hands and went to the small kitchen to decoct the medicine himself.

Jiang Shi also told several maids to look after Nan Baozhu carefully.

She covered her fan.

Noticing Ning Wanzhou standing in the rain, she endured it, and then said in a deep voice: "A man disguised as a woman, lurking beside my daughter, really has ulterior motives! If it weren't for your young age, I would have called someone to arrest you." You beat me to death with a stick! You belong to my daughter, and I will not deal with you. When she wakes up, tell her to punish you herself!"

After speaking, he left angrily.

Autumn rain is light and cold.

The rain wet Ning Wanzhou's eyelashes, and the slender and curly eyelashes fell down, making him look depressed, and even his lips looked too pale in the rainy day.

He wiped the raindrops off his face, and walked towards the ear room.

It was getting dark.

Under the verandah, the maid stood on tiptoe and lit wind lanterns.

Ning Wanzhou had freshened up and was wearing a clean dark purple gown with a straight gown. Her hair was in a boyish bun, and she was leaning on the pillar with her arms folded.

The fan made a "squeak" sound.

Two maids came out chatting: "Miss just woke up, she must be very hungry. I will go to the small kitchen to serve the porridge, and then ask Doctor Jiang if the decoction is ready. You go and report to the old lady and the second lady. I think they will have to wait." in a hurry."

They walked away along the veranda.

Ning Wanzhou pursed her lips and stepped into the threshold hesitantly.

He covered his fan like a thief.

The room was burning with the fragrance of flowers, and the curtains were rolled up with golden hooks. Nan Baozhu really woke up, and sat on the Ba Bu bed, with her eyelids drooping, holding a plate of exquisite flower cakes, and ate in small bites.

Her face was covered with gauze, her cheeks were pale, and she looked very listless.

Ning Wanzhou walked to the bed.

He whispered: "I heard Dr. Jiang said that my sister's injury will heal within a month or two. So don't be sad, just take good care of your illness."

Nan Baozhu bit into pieces of flower cake, but said nothing.

Ning Wanzhou hugged her arm and shook it coquettishly, "Sister..."

Nan Baozhu shook him off in disgust.

She raised her head and said angrily: "I treat you as my younger sister, but you cheated me! You are obviously a teenager, but you put on makeup all day long, and even, even waited on me to wash my body, and shared the bed with me! You,

You are a pervert! "

Tears rolled down from the girl's intact right eye.

She was so sad to be cheated.

Ning Wanzhou kept her head down.

The corners of his lips pressed down, revealing a faint hostility.

He spoke slowly: "Last year on a snowy night, it was my sister who saved me...I never said I was a girl, it was my sister who wished to think that I was a girl."

Nan Baozhu was slightly embarrassed.

On that snowy night in Jinguan City, she saw Wanwan wrapping the corpse in a straw mat with a straw mark on his head, so she naturally thought that he was selling himself to bury his father.

Generally, the ones who sell their bodies to bury their fathers are not all girls' families?

Coupled with his male and female appearance, who knew he was a young man?

After a moment of silence, she suddenly realized: "Could it be that you sold yourself to bury your father as a fake?!"

Ning Wanzhou bit her lip.

That night, he just used straw mats to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, he didn't sell himself to bury his father.

His father Zhen Guogong is still alive, what kind of father did he bury.

But seeing that Nan Baozhu was about to get angry again, he flatly denied it: "Of course it's not fake."

Nan Baozhu hugged the flower cake plate, with a suspicious expression on her face: "Are you really an orphan?"

Ning Wanzhou hesitated.

If you tell the truth now, Zhuzhu will definitely beat him and drive him away.

He didn't want to go back to Dayong, he didn't want to be controlled by his parents, and he didn't want to be controlled by Xiao Yi.

He wants to stay with her.

He was heartbroken.

So for the next quarter of an hour, Ning Wanzhou told Nan Baozhu about her miserable and lonely past with both emotion and tears.

Nan Baozhu was taken aback when he heard that.

At the age of three, his grandfather and grandmother died. At the age of six, his parents jumped off a cliff to die for love. At the age of eight, the family of his uncle who adopted him died in a fire. At the age of nine, his cousin who raised him was buried in the belly of a fish. When he was 12 years old, his relatives in the village were killed by bandits, and when he was 12 years old, his adoptive father froze to death in a snowy night...

This f*ck is not an orphan, this f*ck is the lone star of the gods!

Nan Baozhu was dumbfounded.

"Sister, this is my past." Ning Wanzhou sat on the edge of the bed with sobs, and gently held Nan Baozhu's little hand, "Sister, the world is bleak and has brought great harm to my young heart. I I can no longer face the storm alone, but if you insist on driving me away, I will go, and I will not make things difficult for you, true sister, I will never make things difficult for you."

Nan Baozhu withdrew her hand.

A thirteen-year-old boy, whether he is old or young, is not young.

It is no longer possible to have close contact with her.

Her small face was cold: "Don't think that if you cry, I will feel bad. When I think that I bullied Jiaojiao because of you, I feel very sorry for her. You go, I don't want to see you again."

Ning Wanzhou nodded, "I understand."

He walked outside the bead curtain, and his voice was extremely lonely: "After I leave, no one will cover for my sister to steal food, steal chicken legs from the small kitchen for my sister, or buy flower cakes and crabs from the back door for my sister..."

He stood by the bead curtain.

He looked back, with a forbearing and sad expression, "Sister is the best person in the world and treats me the best. After I leave, you have to take good care of yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't have beef rib noodles in the middle of the night, and it doesn't matter if you don't have milk and walnut cakes in the afternoon. It doesn't matter if you are fasted by the second wife, my sister will grow up happily after all..."

The more he talked, the more greedy Nan Baozhu became.

She ate a piece of flower cake to suppress her shock, and her almond eyes were full of anger: "Forget it, for the sake of serving me in the past, I will not drive you away. But from now on, you are not allowed to step into my bedroom, you show me the courtyard door go!"

Ning Wanzhou was ecstatic.

He lowered his eyes to hide the sly and dark eyes of the fox, "Then, can I still serve my sister Mushen?"

"roll!"

"Oh."

Nan Baozhu watched him leave with a choked breath in her heart.

I always feel that she has been deceived again!

That night.

Nan Baozhu drank the medicine, and Nan Baoyi came to visit.

She took the small jade bowl from the handmaid and sat on the side of the couch, Danfeng's eyes were slightly red.

She scooped up a spoonful of concoction, blew it warm and fed it to Nan Baozhu's lips, blaming herself, "Zhuzhu's misfortune was all because of me."

Nan Baozhu obediently drank the peony.

She looked at Nan Baoyi, "Why did Jiaojiao say that?"