After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

At that time, he was very resistant to people from Nanfu.

He avoided the hand of the third aunt, hugged the book and said nothing.

The third aunt squatted down in front of him, and pointed to the words on the book with a smile: "This sentence reads: 'When you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening'."

"I understand the truth in the morning, even if I am about to die at night, I will have no regrets." He turned his face away arrogantly, "I don't need you to teach me, I understand."

The beautiful and gentle woman laughed out loud.

She touched his head, "This is just a literal meaning. In fact, it means that when we understand the truth and beliefs and practice them for ourselves, we will die without regret. For example, those people with lofty ideals who take the country as their belief, They throw their heads and blood at the time of the country's life and death, which is "the morning hears the Tao, and the evening dies"."

Is that what it meant?

He raised his head and stared blankly at the woman.

He pouted quickly again, and turned a page of the book disapprovingly, "Since you understand so well, tell me how to read this sentence and what does it mean?"

That afternoon, the spring sun was shining brightly, and the rhododendrons in the garden were in full bloom.

The third aunt taught him a lot, and told him that if he didn't understand anything in the future, he would go to Jinyi Pavilion to ask her for advice. She even applied for ethnology for him and gave him the opportunity to study in the academy.

In the summer, when he came back from the academy, he heard that his third aunt was pregnant.

He secretly came to Jinyi Pavilion, and saw the third aunt wearing a loose sky blue skirt, sitting under the eaves reading, her profile was fair and peaceful, and there was a plate of sour red bayberry in her hand.

Her belly was round and bulging, and there was probably a baby hidden in it.

There was some indescribable anger in his heart, like jealousy.

This woman who treats herself very well is about to have a child of her own.

From now on, she probably won't be nice to him again.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he disturbed the third aunt.

She closed the scroll with a smile, and waved to him: "Xiao Yi, come quickly."

He walked under the eaves with a sullen face.

The woman held his face, squeezed it like she would treat an ignorant child, and said with a smile: "You child, what are you always doing with a sombre face at such a young age? Come and taste a red bayberry!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the bayberry into his mouth.

"acid."

He detests it.

The third aunt laughed briskly, "It's said that children are sour, I can probably give birth to a son? I will be your brother when I give birth, okay?"

At that time, his expression was probably very disgusting.

"Look at that little brow furrowed."

The third aunt smiled and nodded between his brows, then took his hand and put it on her stomach.

Xiao Yi had a strange feeling.

Third Aunt seemed to be hiding a small animal in her stomach, and secretly kicked him with her hind paw.

He hastily withdrew his hand.

He stared at the protruding belly, feeling scared and curious, and whispered, "Is my brother hiding inside?"

The third aunt rubbed her stomach, a little surprised, "Usually very good,

You touched it, and suddenly it started to fuss... like a little fish spitting bubbles. "

"Is it because my brother doesn't like me?"

"Xiao Yi is so obedient, how could my brother not like you? He spit bubbles, that means he likes you."

That summer, the third aunt's smile was very warm.

The red bayberry in Jinyi Pavilion is very sour and sweet.

In late spring and early summer of the following year, Xiao Yi came back from the academy and heard that his third aunt was about to give birth.

He is six years old.

He squatted in the hibiscus bushes in Jinyi Pavilion, watching the maids bring out pots of blood.

The old lady and the others were pacing back and forth in the courtyard, the corners of their mouths froze in anxiety.

As soon as Nan Guang came back from the outer room, he was hit by a cane when he ran in.

The old lady, Jiang Shi, and Nan Mu began to reprimand Nan Guang, diverting their anxiety by scolding him.

The whole courtyard is noisy.

With the loud crying sound coming from the room, the noise stopped abruptly.

With blood still on her hands, Mrs. Wen hastily opened the door to announce the good news: "Congratulations to the old lady and the third master, the lady gave birth to a daughter! You are chubby, don't mention how energetic you are!"

"Daughter, how can you be a daughter?" Nan Guang muttered, "Where is the promised son..."

The old lady gave him another cane, and scolded angrily: "It would be nice to give birth to you, and you are still picky! What is the use of a son, like you, causing me trouble for nothing!"

Noisy, a nest of Nan's family poured into the dormitory.

Xiao Yi was still squatting in the hibiscus bushes.

It was a pity for him at that time.

It was agreed to give him a younger brother, and he had already thought about it. In the future, he could help his younger brother to be enlightened, take him on horseback and archery, and even teach him how to play with a gun and a stick...

How did you give birth to a younger sister?

It was getting late.

After the Nan family who came to visit had finished, Xiao Yi got out of the hibiscus bushes.

He brushed off the dust on his body, solemnly walked to the eaves, and knocked on the fan carefully.

The servant girl opened the door and said with a smile: "So it's the Second Young Master! Madam said you would come to visit me. I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

He was invited into the bedroom.

There was no smell of blood in the room, and the scent of a furnace of flowers was very elegant and tranquil.

On the Babu embroidered bed, the light gauze curtain embroidered with hibiscus flowers is rolled up high.

The third aunt was lying on the quilt, her black hair was scattered on the pillow cover, and her complexion was a little pale.

When she smiled, there was a strange and gentle beauty, in his young eyes, it seemed to be shining.

Thinking about it now, it is probably the beauty of being a mother.

She said, "Sorry, I couldn't bring you a younger brother."

He shook his head.

Out of the corner of her eye, she landed on the cradle beside Babu's bed.

There was a swaddling baby in the cradle, and the newborn baby slept in the swaddling baby with its eyes closed, wrinkled and not beautiful at all.

He couldn't help worrying about his third aunt.

Her daughter was so ugly when she was born, how can she be so ugly when she grows up?

I will definitely not be able to marry in the future.

The third aunt said softly, "You can hug her."

He shook his head hastily.

With such an ugly doll in his arms, he would have nightmares at night.

But……

He hesitated again.

Just a hug, it shouldn't matter, right?

She is so small, she looks like she sleeps with her mouth pouting, after a long time, she looks ugly and cute.

He hesitated for a long time before carefully picking up the swaddling baby.

He looked at the little baby, and even more strange feelings welled up in his heart.

Such a small baby will grow up day by day, slowly grow up to be as big as him, and learn many skills like him...

The third aunt smiled and said, "Do you like my sister?"

He nodded seriously, "I like it."

"Then what name should I choose for my sister?" The third aunt was a little distressed, "Her father is unreliable, so the name he chose was terrible, what Baohua, Baocui, why didn't he just call her Nancuihua ah?"

Xiao Yi stared at the baby.

After a while, he whispered, "Baoyi."

"Treasure clothes?"

"May someone treat her like pearls and treasures, so that she will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life."

Fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September.

Gradually, Xiao Baoyi is no longer a crumpled ugly doll.

She is white and tender, like a glutinous rice dumpling, with round eyes and black puppies, very cute.

The Nan family doted on her very much.

While Xiao Yi was running between ethnology and Pipayuan, Dayong sent someone over again, he knew his life experience, and he also knew the burden on his shoulders.

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