After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Tonight is starry.

The small island where the nunnery was built collapsed and gradually sank to the bottom of the lake with countless secrets.

The gorgeous painting boat broke through the lake and slowly sailed towards the Jing River passing through Shengjing City.

The private seat on the third floor of Huafang.

There are a lot of precious golden silk nanmu furniture displayed here, the luxurious tents are tall and rolled up, and the bead curtains are clear, covering eight ivory white jade screens, and behind the screens is a carved imperial concubine couch.

Xiao Yi sat beside the imperial concubine's couch.

He lowered his eyelashes and stared at the girl lying on the couch.

She didn't wear an inch.

The sandalwood hair was scattered on the silk embroidered soft pillow, and the skin under the lamplight showed a crystal clear color like suet jade. The two butterfly bones on the back were slender and exquisite, and the waist was not full enough to hold, and the arc was round and beautiful.

However, this beautiful body was covered with whips.

Flesh turned out, even after treatment with medicine, the scabbed wound is still shocking.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and gently stroked those wounds with his fingertips.

Danfeng's eyes are darker than the lake water in the middle of the night, and the corners of her lips are pressed down, forming a cold arc.

With a cry, Nan Baoyi woke up from his lethargy.

She rubbed her eyes, caught a glimpse of Xiao Yi out of the corner of her eye, stretched out her hand lazily towards him, and said coquettishly, "Help me up."

The girl's outstretched hand was soft and white, and her fingertips were red and delicate.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and held her hand.

Nan Baoyi sat up in a daze, "I'm sorry, second brother, those account books were left in Qingfeng Yidu, Shu Lili was like a mad dog, he accidentally blew up the island, and the account books are gone... "

She spoke with great regret, but saw Xiao Yi just looking at her under the collarbone, his eyes were inexplicable.

She looked down puzzled.

Immediately, a bright red rouge rose to the roots of the ears little by little, and gradually spread to the cheeks and thin neck.

She pulled the satin quilt to cover herself, kicked Xiao Yi's face unceremoniously with her feet: "Where are you looking?!"

Xiao Yi held her ankle.

The arc of his thin lips was not warm, and he said lightly: "I was thinking, the iron chain that Gu Chongshan tied to you may be tied to the wrong place."

Nan Baoyi wrinkled his face.

Xiao Yi approached her, pressed his thin lips against her earballs, and said in a deep and cold voice, "Where is enough to tie your feet, you should tie Nan Jiaojiao to the boudoir, so you can't go anywhere, An Anxin is ready to marry... "

Where Nan Baoyi couldn't see, the man's pupils were dark and gloomy.

No one knew how furious he was when he saw the wounded girl tonight.

He shouldn't have agreed to her and asked her to investigate Qingshui nunnery and criminal evidence.

If something happened to her tonight, even if the Jiang family died a thousand or ten thousand times, it would not be enough to apologize!

From now on, he will never promise her again, let her be stupid, let her experience.

How could Nan Jiaojiao have the ability to let her fly freely in the sky, she is clearly a stupid roe deer, the kind who jumps in the snow and falls into the pit and can't get up!

Xiao Yi closed his eyes.

He took the little girl into his arms including the person and the quilt.

"In the future, without my permission, you are not allowed to take half a step out of Nanfu." He took a deep breath of the hibiscus fragrance that the girl brought, "Stay in the deep boudoir, embroider flowers and birds, read poems and books, and obediently wait until we get married next year."

Nan Baoyi nestled in his arms, quietly raised his eyes to look at him.

The end of the man's eyes was red, he really cared about her.

With a sweet heart, she obediently leaned against his chest and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's not that scary. It hurts when the whip falls on my body, but when I think of my second brother, I don't feel any pain at all."

Xiao Yi pinched her fair and tender face.

Nan Baoyi read those account books, feeling somewhat regretful in his heart.

She said solemnly: "Although the account books are gone, I know that the Jiang family's stolen money ended up in the Jinsheng Bank. The second brother started with the Jinsheng Bank, and maybe he can find out some ugly people."

Jinsheng Bank is the most famous bank in Nanyue, and the owner of the bank is the richest man in Nanyue.

Xiao Yi silently kissed her eyebrows.

Sometimes, he felt that Nan Jiaojiao was very suitable to be an official in the court.

They are all injured like this, and they are still thinking about their opponents in court.

It is simply better at flattery than treacherous ministers, and more diligent than prime ministers.

If you can use this kind of thought on embroidery, will you worry about not being able to embroider mandarin ducks?

The two were talking, Yu Wei stepped in and said respectfully: "Princess, Miss Yunxiu, please see me."

Nan Baoyi hurriedly said: "Please come in quickly, she is my savior!"

The cloud sleeves have been bandaged.

She was severely burned, and even with a genius doctor like Jiang Suihan, she would have to recuperate for many days to recover.

She bowed to Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi, and said softly, "I'm here to bid farewell to the princess."

"You have no one at home, where can you go?" Nan Baoyi was concerned, "You saved my life, and I want to keep you by my side as a reward. Yun Xiu, don't you want to be with me?"

Yunxiu's eyes were reddish.

She knelt down, "It would be my honor to be taken in by the princess. I'm afraid that the princess will dislike me for my clumsy and bad deeds, which will cause you trouble."

Xiao Yi sat cross-legged on the imperial concubine's couch, resting his elbows lazily on the short table, listening to Yun Xiu and Nan Baoyi nonchalantly all the while.

They talked about a cup of tea, and it wasn't until Yun Xiu withdrew from the private seat that he said calmly, "Does Jiaojiao dare to use someone of unknown origin?"

"I like her." Nan Baoyi said frankly, thinking of Xiao Yi's hands that chopped off Yun Xiu in his previous life, he couldn't help but give him a panicked look, "Don't bully her."

Xiao Yi was amused.

He picked up the girl's round, white and tender chin, and teased: "Brother doesn't bully her, how about bullying you?"

Nan Baoyi nervously closed the brocade quilt, and looked away unnaturally, "I'm still young..."

"It's easy to bully when you're young. When Jiaojiao was twelve years old, she was obedient and obedient in front of her brother, but she is not as thoughtful as she is now."

Nan Baoyi thought about how he looked like a dog in front of Xiao Yi when he was reborn, and couldn't help but blushed again, and whispered: "So you are talking about that kind of bullying."

"Otherwise, what kind of bullying does Jiaojiao think it is?"

Nan Baoyi's cheeks turned redder.

What kind of bullying could it be, of course it was that kind of bullying!

Talking to this guy, he always teases her on purpose, which really makes her ashamed.

She simply got into the brocade quilt and said sullenly: "Second brother, I've always been weak and I can't stand your bullying. You hurry up and let me sleep well."

Xiao Yi smiled.

Delicate?

When the little girl was in a coma, he had heard from the escaped girls that his Nan Jiaojiao beat her to death with a sledgehammer, so weak?

He glanced at the bulging brocade quilt.

She is indeed young.

He doesn't bully children, but one day in the future, he will push her down on the couch to bully her and cry.

Facing the glistening moonlight, the painted boat sailed towards Shengjing City.

It is the spring moon night.

On the small boat moored on the shore of the lake, two beautiful maids were cooking green plum wine at the stern.

Nan Jing sat opposite a young man in a high crown and fine attire, admiring the small island falling into the bottom of the lake.

Nan Jing raised his glass with a smile: "Everything is as the prince expected, this glass of wine, I respect you."

The young prince was hidden in the shadows, his voice was like the wind returning to the snow: "I also respect you again, and won the Tanhualang in the re-opened Chunwei Examination."

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