After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Oh My God!"

Chaowenyuan, Nan Baozhu hugged the half-eaten melon, dumbfounded.

Nan Baoyi knelt behind the short table, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, equally shocked.

He Ye said clearly: "It's a coincidence that the Jin family's account book is so watertight, but it just so happened that the fourth son went to Dali Temple to ask the Shizi for advice, and he happened to see the Shizi taking a group of old accountants to check. The account of the Jin family, he was idle and bored there, flipped through a few books, and after flipping through, he saw the problem!"

Nan Baoyi held her small face in her hands.

This time in Chunwei, her fourth brother Nan Chengshu still failed the ranking.

In order to take the exam three years later, he often went to Dali Temple to ask his second brother for advice.

Although he is not good at reading, he is very good at reading accounts. Unexpectedly, he can help the second brother find the loopholes in the Jin family's account books.

"Who is the son of the world, he is so wise and powerful, so resourceful, so strategizing—"

"speak English."

Nan Baoyi angrily interrupted He Ye's flattery.

He Ye smiled and said, "Master followed that line, and soon found the northern frontier, and then found the bank in the Northern Wei Dynasty! The owner of the bank is named Jiang, and he is the eldest son of Jiang Taifu!"

Nan Baoyi knocked on the table.

She asked where all the embezzled money from the Jiang family had gone, and it turned out that it had been taken out of the country.

In this way, even if the Jiang family loses power in South Vietnam, even if the Jiang family loses power in this way, his descendants can rely on the huge amount of money flowing into the Northern Wei Dynasty to eat delicious food, drink spicy food, nourish themselves and be happy there.

What a calculation!

The lotus leaves stared at the stars: "Teacher Jiang's salary is only worth a few taels of silver, but the money flowing through the hands of the Jin family is as many as tens of millions of taels, which is worth half a year's tax in South Vietnam! I heard that the emperor Furious, he took Jiang Taifu into the sky prison. The officials of the Jiang family faction panicked and knelt outside the palace gate to petition for Jiang Taifu, saying that this matter was deliberately framed by our son."

"Planting and framing..."

Nan Baoyi laughed.

How to frame this kind of thing?

Seeing that the Jiang family was about to collapse, she was in a happy mood and continued to practice calligraphy.

At dusk, Nan Baozhu was called back to eat by Jiang Shi.

Yu Hui disappeared on the window lattice, Yu Wei and Yun Xiu led the maid, and lit the lantern in the corridor.

Nan Baoyi put down the brush and blew on the ink on the paper.

When I looked up, the glazed lamp in the room gave off a soft halo, and the young man in the official robe of the Dali Temple was leaning against the bead curtain with his arms folded, looking at her with a smile.

"Second brother."

The girl got up, walked in front of him lightly, and looked up at him: "I heard that Jiang Taifu was sent to heaven, and the officials of the Jiang family faction knelt at the gate of the palace to beg for mercy? What does the emperor say, are you willing to forgive me?"

"Thirty million taels of snow-patterned silver, how can we make a difference?" Xiao Yi took off his outer robe casually, handed it to Nan Baoyi, and knelt behind the low table by the window, "I asked Tianshu's people to go to the bitter cold place to catch books. Yong, there are all the witnesses and material evidence, Jiang Hua, that old fox, can't escape."

Nan Baoyi hugged his robe, wondering: "But Shu Changyong is Jiang Hua's man, how can he help us to testify against him?"

Xiao Yi opened Nan Baoyi's calligraphy,

Smiling: "As long as he testifies against Jiang Hua, his grandchildren will be spared the punishment. Do you think he is willing?"

Nan Baoyi's eyes were clear, and he understood that this was a scheming.

She hung Xiao Yi's robe on Mu Shi, and heard the man say calmly: "Nan Baoyi, why did your handwriting become ugly?"

The girl turned her back to him, her pretty face flushed slightly.

In the past six months, she has been busy embroidering mandarin ducks, so she has gradually become slack in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Reluctantly, she snatched the stack of rice paper: "In the world, the second brother's handwriting is the only one that writes beautifully. Is it done?"

"Nan Baoyi, you live in a deep boudoir with nothing to do, you need to practice diligently in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Xiao Yi earnestly taught, "I will take you back to Chang'an in the future, not to mention my emperor's wife, but those ordinary families in Chang'an City. Qian Jinbi, you are also at a disadvantage. Shall I lose face?"

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

Is this guy choosing a daughter-in-law or a talented woman? !

He simply held a talent contest and married the winner!

The girl's face was flushed, and she said in embarrassment: "If you dare to pick and choose again, I won't marry you!"

Just as he was about to turn his head and leave, Xiao Yi held her hand and took her into his arms.

He kissed the girl's face, with a slight smile on his lips: "Don't make trouble, my brother doesn't dislike you, is it done? It's just that you didn't embroider mandarin ducks, and you slacked off on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I told you not to talk to Nan." When dealing with Baozhu, your sister can do nothing but eat, drink and sleep."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

Although he wanted to defend his little cousin, it seemed that he couldn't do so in the face of the facts.

Xiao Yi hugged her, picked up her brush, and wrote lines of poems on the rice paper: "In half a month, the Northern Wei Dynasty Mission will come to Shengjing to discuss the border between the two countries. I have some friendship with the people in power in the Northern Wei Dynasty , let them bring Jiang Taifu's eldest son back to Chang'an to await trial."

Nan Baoyi leaned against his arms, playing with the embroidery pattern on his official robe.

If you come to court, come to court, what does it have to do with her?

Xiao Yi doesn't shy away from talking about government affairs in front of her.

He said: "The envoys of the Northern Wei Dynasty are not surprising, but the woman who accompanied them is worth noting."

Nan Baoyi blinked and said softly, "Is she beautiful?"

Xiao Yi glanced at her.

This little girl, the focus is always crooked.

He said: "She is a courtesan who wanders in the court of the Northern Wei Dynasty, known as Mrs. Liuhua."

Nan Baoyi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Mrs. Liuhua?

Danfeng's eyes were dim, and a great fear gradually brewed, like a fishing boat encountering a giant man-eating whale floating out of the deep sea.

She clearly remembered how she died in her previous life.

At that time, Mrs. Liuhua had already lived in Xichang, and everyone said she was Gu Chongshan's opponent.

Perhaps it was Gu Chongshan who treated her special, that's why Mrs. Liuhua disliked her very much, often ridiculed her and even beat and scolded her.

She changed from serving Gu Chongshan alone to serving the two of them, washing their clothes, squeezing their shoulders and beating their legs, and was even forced by Mrs. Liuhua to play fighting games with the eunuchs for her pleasure.

She was very afraid of Mrs. Liuhua, even more than Nanyan.

In the winter of that year, the second elder brother led the army to go to war, and Gu Chongshan left the palace for business. Mrs. Liuhua called her to her and sent her to the ice cellar to get ice cubes. When Gu Chongshan came back, she made ice and snow licorice soup for him.

She obediently went to the ice cellar.

While trying to dig out ice, the iron door of the ice cellar gradually closed.

Frightened, she ran to the door and beat it, but she heard Mrs. Liuhua sneer: "Don't waste your efforts, you are destined to die today, and no one can save you. You should thank me for giving you a whole body."

The cold air came from all directions, breaking her heart and gallbladder.

She begged desperately, but Mrs. Liuhua's footsteps gradually faded away, and no one opened the door for her to let her leave this bitter cold place...

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