After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Tonight, on the Lantern Festival, the imperial city is snowing.

Gu Chongshan walked with a lantern.

The palace alley is long, and there is a thin layer of snow on the bluestone bricks.

The light and shadow of the lantern are dim, the vermilion walls and yellow tiles of the palace alley, and the branches of plum blossoms leaning across the palace wall slantingly, casting mottled flower shadows on the peony red palace skirt of the girl.

got windy.

Fine snow fell on her eyebrows and cloud bun.

The ring is worn alone, with a very light and gentle tone, just like her.

Walk gradually to the end of the palace alley.

The two pitch-black doors were tightly closed, neatly lined with brass door nails, hideous animal head door knockers, and a plaque hanging under the eaves, with the word "Xichang" written in strong handwriting.

Nan Baoyi stopped and turned to Gu Chongshan seriously, "Can Nine Thousand Years turn off the lamp?"

"Why?"

"I want to touch the doornail."

"Touching the doornail" is a custom of the Lantern Festival in Nanyue.

Get rid of all kinds of diseases and touch the door nails, so as to seek good luck and eliminate evil in the new year.

There is also a saying that seeking a child, "nail" is a homonym for "ding". It is said that those who turn off the lamps and grope in the dark, and touch the doornail in one fell swoop, are regarded as a good omen for having a child, and it also represents the prosperity of the family and the prosperity of many children.

Gu Chongshan was expressionless, "I brought you back to the West Factory to make your life worse than death, not to let you touch the doornail."

Nan Baoyi's Danfeng eyes were shining, and he clasped his palms together in a gesture of pleading, "Nine thousand years old, it only takes a while to touch the doornail. If you don't delay you, I will make my life worse than death. I am thinking that I will marry my second brother next year. I think If I give birth to a son in one fell swoop, my status in Prince Jing's mansion will be higher, won't I?"

Gu Chongshan was speechless.

This little girl thought that if she entered the West Factory, could she still escape alive?

For women who entered the West Factory, other than death, life is worse than death.

"Nine thousand years old, Shangyuan Festival tonight, I wish you blessings every year, and everything is auspicious!"

The girl is still pleading.

After a while, Gu Chongshan blew out the lamp in his hand even though his face was still indifferent.

The palace alley was plunged into darkness.

The wind blows past the ears, and the fine snow and plum petals flutter in the darkness, just like thousands of butterflies blowing from the ground, passing the girl's delicate and complicated skirt, and flying towards the cold and solemn green glazed tiles of Xichang.

Nan Baoyi walked towards the two ebony gates of the West Factory.

The handkerchief embroidered with the small characters "Jiaojiao" fell to the ground lightly and silently.

She stands in front of the gate.

Fingertips stretched out tentatively.

The door studs were not touched, only the cold and hard door panel was touched.

Nan Baoyi chuckled: "It seems that a son will not be born, probably only a little girl."

She pushed open the door.

As far as the eye can see, there are white maze lamps under the eaves.

From the black pavilions in the distance, there were faint and shrill screams. It was the eunuch of Xichang who was torturing the prisoner.

The passing eunuch, holding all kinds of gloomy and dirty instruments of torture, greeted Gu Chongshan respectfully. When he looked at Nan Baoyi from the corner of his eye,

The face is weird and distorted, and even the smile is scary.

One after another, the corpses were dragged by carts and headed deep into the palace.

The cold wind occasionally lifted the white cloth, and the corpse was bruised and purple.

Some scooters will drop inexplicable stumps and broken arms as they walk, and even bloody viscera!

The air smelled of blood.

If it was the first time the girl came here, she would definitely vomit and scream.

But Nan Baoyi's face remained as usual.

Xichang was her safe haven in her previous life, but it was also the place where another nightmare of hers was born.

Now that she revisited the old place, she thought she would be filled with emotion, but she didn't have the slightest fear in her heart, only endless calmness remained.

She probably finally became as perverted as the powerful minister and Jiuqian.

Gu Chongshan said softly, "Are you afraid?"

Nan Baoyi replied warmly: "It's like going home."

A trace of surprise flashed across Gu Chongshan's eyes, followed by intense interest.

Nan Baoyi followed Gu Chongshan to a dark pavilion, and asked tentatively, "Nine thousand years old, have you ever heard of the name Mrs. Liuhua?"

Gu Chongshan stopped.

He turned to look at Nan Baoyi, just at this moment, a figure staggered after him.

"I've been watching her for a long time in Chengle Palace. If my aunt hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known she was in Xichang!" How to deal with the hooves is up to me! You get me a room, and I want to sleep with her!"

Nan Baoyi recognized him.

Cheng Wang's cousin, Jiang Taifu's grandson, named Jiang Huan, often goes to and from the palace, and is an out-and-out dandy.

In her previous life, she was often bullied with Cheng Wang brothers and sisters.

Gu Chongshan said lightly: "Is there a place more exciting than a room, Mr. Jiang, do you want to go?"

"More exciting? Well, I love exciting, hahaha!"

The cage located in the courtyard was extraordinarily large and gloomy.

All kinds of instruments of torture are hung on the iron fence, with residual rust and bloody smell.

Gu Chongshan locked Jiang Huan and Nan Baoyi into the cage together.

There were crowds of onlookers all around, excitedly pointing at the cage, and some even bet with moon silver to win or lose a game.

Gu Chongshan was sitting on an armchair, holding the huqin in his arms, and was carelessly adjusting the strings.

Jiang Huan was very excited, "Hahaha, this place is really exciting! Dead eunuch, are you going to use the huqin to entertain me? Play it more beautifully. I love this kind of tune of being surrounded by crowds in the open air!"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to untie his belt.

Nan Baoyi was always standing in the corner of the cage.

She folded her hands in front of her chest, standing upright like a pine tree.

The vermilion lips couldn't help but lift up, with a bit of coolness.

Nine thousand years old, still the nine thousand years old in the previous life.

This cage has never been a place for men to have fun.

This cage is one of Xichang's bad tastes.

Those perverted eunuchs locked the two criminals into a cage for a life-and-death battle, and the one who survived had a chance to leave the West Factory.

Jiang Huan is the grandson of the Jiang family and the nephew of Concubine Jiang.

Gu Chongshan put him in a cage, it seems that he is not so loyal to the Jiang family.

Nan Baoyi casually took down a bow and arrow.

The blood boiled, and the karma of revenge was almost extinguished.

She smiled: "Young Master Jiang, please."

Snow graupel and plum petals quietly crossed the palace wall.

The fire in the cage was dim, and the shadows of mottled flowers were indistinct on the bluestone bricks.

A girl in a thin cloud-smoke pink gauze skirt quietly appeared outside the West Factory.

Her hands were red and swollen from the cold, the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were haggard, and the powder and eyebrow makeup on her face were of poor quality, so tiny lines appeared in the corners of her skin.

Obviously, life in the palace was not as beautiful as she imagined.

She leaned over and picked up the handkerchief from the corner.

The word "Jiaojiao" is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Nan Rou licked her slightly chapped lips.

"My dear sister, you have finally entered the palace... I have been waiting for you for a long time, a long time..."

She held the embroidered handkerchief tightly, looked up at the gate of the West Factory, her smile was full of madness.

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