After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

With a "click", the scroll fell to the ground.

In the silent study room, the sound was exceptionally clear.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly picked up the scroll and put it back to its original place, but his heart seemed to be beating a drum.

Could Gu Chongshan be the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

But as far as she knew, the Northern Wei Dynasty now had a new crown prince, born of a noble concubine, who inherited the usual beauty of the Northern Wei royal family, and was listed as one of the four princes in the world along with Shen Yichao.

If Gu Chongshan was really the prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty...

So when he was a child, what exactly did he experience in the palace to become what he is now, and how did he live like a year to get to where he is today?

It is spring night.

The moonlight was bright white, and the cold wind came through the window. The girl's brocade wide sleeves swayed gently, and the coolness spread from the white, tender and crimson fingertips.

In her mind, a sentence could not help but emerge:

——Some people are born with original sin.

This is what Gu Chongshan said at Jianmen Pass back then.

She walked out of the study in a daze, a row of lanterns hung under the verandah, Gu Chongshan was kneeling on the futon, and was cleaning the sandalwood fiddle in front of him.

"Can you dance?"

he asked lightly.

Nan Baoyi shook his head.

In the previous life in the palace, Gu Chongshan also asked her this question.

She replied no, and was then sent to the court teaching department by this guy.

But in her previous life, her head was probably chewed by a donkey, and she still couldn't learn it after half a month of learning. In the end, the maid of the Jiaofang Division disliked eating too much every meal, and sent her back to Xichang directly.

In this life, she still can't dance.

She thought Gu Chongshan was going to be angry.

But no.

He looked calm: "Come here, I will teach you how to play the piano."

His qin art is the best in the world, and he is willing to teach it. Naturally, Nan Baoyi has no reason not to learn it.

She stepped forward and knelt down on the futon beside him.

The man explained it carefully.

The night wind blew out a few lanterns, but the moonlight is clear tonight.

Nan Baoyi didn't listen to his explanation very carefully.

She stared at Gu Chongshan, his eyelashes were too long, and when they lowered their eyelids, they almost covered half of his pupils, making it impossible for her to catch the emotion in his eyes.

The face is fair and beautiful, and the lips are as red as petals.

He was very clean, from the neckline to the cuffs, to the fingertips, and even smoked the cold green lotus fragrance carefully.

What is he talking about "bow" and "tube".

Then, the sound of flowing water quietly sounded.

The peach blossom in the small courtyard was full of blooms, and under the moonlight, it was like falling snow grapples, gently falling on his shoulders and robe.

Nan Baoyi didn't study the temperament carefully, but she heard a kind of sadness from the sound of the piano.

Tears rolled down for no reason.

It was the same in her previous life, every time Gu Chongshan played the piano, she would kneel and sit on the side to listen carefully, but as she listened,

She can't stop crying...

By the end of the song, the girl's gauze skirt had been dyed a dark color.

Gu Chongshan put down his bow and looked up at her.

The moonlight is lonely.

The girl's face was full of tears, her frail shoulders twitched slightly, she was choked up and unable to speak.

Gu Chongshan said softly, "Why are you crying?"

Nan Baoyi frowned: "In the sound of the 9,000-year-old piano, there are stories hidden... like the blood on the battlefield, like the desolation in the deep palace, like the heartless history, like a loyal minister being framed, like being betrayed by affection, It's like a child losing the protection of his parents, and also, the love that ends without a disease..."

Gu Chongshan looked at her quietly.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, intending to wipe away the tears all over his face for this girl.

The fingertips touched her soft and tender face, but they trembled slightly, and quickly retracted.

He took out a brand new white handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, and carefully wiped away tears for her, "It's just a piece of music, what's there to cry about? If you don't like it, I'll stop playing it."

Nan Baoyi choked up.

She did not avoid his handkerchief.

Gu Chongshan always lowered his eyelashes, and the imperceptible anxiety in the depths of his pupils quietly dissipated like the clouds and smoke of the night.

Spring thunder rolled by, and the sky began to drizzle.

Gu Chongshan took back the handkerchief and said softly, "Go back to the house."

Nan Baoyi stood up with red eye circles, gave a blessing, turned and went to the dormitory.

The rain that splashed into the corridor wet her skirt.

He watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and said: "Go to the market to buy some skirts."

The little eunuch came out from the corner and asked curiously, "Are you buying it for Princess Baoyi? But the imperial concubine asked you to kill her, why did you raise her first? The princess is missing, and the world is in chaos outside. Yi took the dark guards to search the city, in case you are found here—”

"idiot!"

He suddenly changed his face, raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

"My master likes her, so if I keep her, I will keep her. What's the matter? Our master comes from a noble background, how can we not be worthy of the princess?! If there is no such thing as back then, our master is the crown prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty. How can we not be worthy of the princess? How?" Are you worthy of the princess?!"

The little eunuch was hysterical, with a hideous expression on his face.

The rain fell on the porch, making it cool.

Gu Chongshan closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Noisy."

The little eunuch went to buy a skirt.

Gu Chongshan stood up holding the huqin, and slowly stepped into the study.

The spring rain was pattering outside the window, and the chill gradually spread, rushing to the limbs and bones along the skin.

Gu Chongshan sat behind the desk, and took out a book from the deep part of the drawer.

The book has been turned over many times, the pages are yellow and brittle, with various patterns, it explains the things between men and women in the boudoir.

With the help of the cage fire, even if he memorizes the contents of the next page by heart, he still reads it page by page.

Nan Baoyi's voice and smile appeared in his mind.

She doesn't think he's dirty.

She will cry for his piano sound, she can understand his rhythm.

On the man's incomparably beautiful face, there was a gentleness that had never been seen before.

However, the hand that turned the page couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Gradually, that tenderness was replaced by hostility, he panted with red eyes, and tore the page violently.

He laughed twice and tore the whole book into pieces.

Shredded paper was flying all over the sky like withered flower petals.

He sat in the sky full of confetti and slowly closed his eyes.

It rained all night.

In the early morning, Nan Baoyi got up and dressed up.

After listening to Gu Chongshan's piano sound last night, I cried hard, and when I woke up, I was in a good mood.

When she changed her clothes, she found that there were more than a dozen sets of dresses in the closet, which were extremely luxurious.

She couldn't help smiling.

Not to mention, Gu Chongshan looked as cold as a stone, but he still knew women very well.

She picked out a bright yellow gauze skirt and stepped out of the threshold.

In the main hall of the house, Gu Chongshan had just finished his breakfast.

"Nine thousand years old is wearing court clothes, is this going to enter the palace?" Nan Baoyi stepped into the threshold, "Aren't you afraid that I will sneak away?"

Gu Chongshan ignored her.

He cleaned his hands and left the hall with a cold face.

Nan Baoyi couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

This guy was quite gentle last night, why did he seem to be a different person this morning, so moody, he really is as perverted as the powerful minister.

There is bird's nest porridge for breakfast.

She picked up a small gold-painted white jade bowl, and the golden lotus spoon was her favorite style.

She ate in small bites.

She already had a rough guess about Gu Chongshan's life experience.

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