After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Shi Ku led the hidden guards and followed with his lightness skills among the branches of the dense forest, but found that in just a blink of an eye, there were only two horses left in the forest, and the princess and Nan Yan had disappeared.

The ten bitters fall swiftly on the dead leaves.

He inspected the ground carefully, and analyzed: "There are traces of tripping ropes. He can take away the princess the moment we appear, and the opponent is extremely skilled."

He raised his eyes, stared into the depths of the dense forest, and ordered decisively: "I will take someone to chase, and leave one person to go back and report to the master—"

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

When everyone looked around, Shen Yichao, dressed in white and riding a steed, was coming slowly.

"Mr. Shen."

Shiku cupped his hands respectfully, and explained the matter concisely.

Shen Yichao said calmly: "Immediately search along the woods, Xiao Yi's side, I will personally report."

He is Xiao Yi's most powerful aide, Shiku and others trust him in every possible way, so they act immediately without any objection.

The breeze blows, and the snow rolls from the branches.

Shen Yichao watched them go away, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and continued to stroll around on horseback.

...

When Nan Baoyi woke up, what he saw was a simple thatched hut.

She sat up and saw that she was wearing the prison uniform of a death row prisoner, with black iron shackles on her wrists.

Nan Yan was sleeping in a pile of straw, her hair was disheveled, and she was also wearing shackles and a prison uniform.

She raised her foot and kicked Nan Yan: "Get up."

Taking advantage of Nan Yan's ability to wake up, she looked around, and there were dozens of prisoners around her, looking bleak, and the prison clothes were the kind that only prisoners on death row would wear.

After Nan Yan woke up, her face was pale: "It's bad."

"What's wrong?"

"Xishan Hunting Ground not only hunts animals, but also hunts people." Nan Yan is dignified, "The nobles of Nanyue were extravagant in their early years, and they would gather death row prisoners from all over the place here. During the winter hunting, the nobles would shoot and hunt for fun, as punishment after committing a crime. Unexpectedly, we would be caught here... Nan Baoyi, did you offend someone again?"

Nan Baoyi showed no expression: "I'm more inclined to be dragged down by you."

When the two blamed each other, laughter came from outside the grass shed.

A young man in a luxurious fur coat rides on a tall horse with a delicate and feminine appearance.

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "Nanjing?"

"Nanjing..." Nanjing tasted the name, and there was a little more teasing on his face, "That was me in the past. Today, I am a talented scholar in Qingzhou City, Tan Hualang of Jinke, an imperial enshrinement appointed by His Majesty, and the North Get up again."

He smiled smugly.

"So you were the one who caught us here." Nan Baoyi muttered, "Beiqiqi, it sounds like 'Don't get up again'..."

Nan Yan was angry: "Nanjing, I am the emperor's woman, how dare you treat me like this!"

"Why not?" Nan Jing played with the horsewhip, "In a quarter of an hour, you will be sent to the hunting grounds as death row prisoners. Enjoy the feeling of thousands of arrows piercing your heart, heh."

Nan Rou's complexion changed drastically.

She knew that Nan Jing hated her,

But he didn't expect him to be so poisonous, and his first move was a deadly move.

She endured the pain of her wrist being worn out by the shackles, and her attitude softened: "Brother, a family does not talk about two different languages. I am your only sister. The blood is connected like ten fingers connected to the heart. How could you treat me like this? Mother When I was alive, I often told us brothers and sisters to support each other. You can kill Nan Baoyi, you can't kill me!"

Nan Baoyi: "..."

He glanced at Nan Yan complicatedly.

This woman changed her face like turning the pages of a book.

"Mother?" Nan Jing sneered, "You have the face to mention mother to me? You followed a man to a banquet less than three days after her death, and you have the face to mention her? Nan Yan, you and I have long since lost our brother-sister relationship , take care of yourself."

He urged the steed away.

Looking at Nan Yan's distraught look, Nan Baoyi gloated: "You can't live with your own crimes. Who told you to kill your own brother in the first place?"

"you shut up!"

"Not at all."

"Nan Baoyi, it's been eight lifetimes of bad luck for me to meet brothers and sisters like you!"

"Who isn't?"

The two came and went, arguing for a quarter of an hour.

Just as the quarrel was raging, several prison guards who were in charge of the death row came riding on horseback.

They stuffed cloth balls into the prisoners' mouths, not giving them a chance to speak for help.

Nan Yan was furious: "I am the imperial concubine! Get your dirty hands away!"

The jailers just laughed.

"What's the use of an imperial concubine? In this kind of place, even if you are a queen, you will still end up piercing your heart with ten thousand arrows!"

Nan Baoyi could see it.

The jailer at the forest farm is also a member of King Ying Chu Huaixiu.

In the distance, there was an overwhelming sound of drums, and the sound of horseshoes resounded all over the field. It seems that the hunting dignitaries are galloping here.

The death row prisoners were terrified, and under the urging of the prison guards, they ran desperately to escape for their lives.

Nan Baoyi was still calm, and took Nan Yan to the dense forest where it was easy to hide.

There is no one in the four fields.

The two leaned against the big tree and cooperated to take out the cloth balls in each other's mouths.

Nan Yan gasped heavily: "Nan Jing is so courageous to do such a thing to me! When I return to the camp, I will definitely report him to the emperor!"

"He is not a fool. Since he has done such a thing, it is impossible to leave evidence for you to report." Nan Baoyi held a small hairpin and seized the time to pry the black iron shackles around his wrist for Nan Yan, "I Look, we won't be able to kill Concubine Jiang this time, it's better to find a way to return to the camp first."

Nan Rou felt unwilling, but she could only do so.

With a sound of "click", Nan Baoyi pried off the shackles.

Nan Yan moved her wrist, curious: "When did you learn to pick locks?"

Nan Baoyi bent her lips.

Her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were all taught by her second brother.

Even the small skill of picking locks was learned from the second brother.

Nan Yan took the little hairpin in her hand, and helped her pick the lock like a gourd painting.

When she caught a glimpse of the smile on her face from the corner of her eye, she understood immediately like a mirror in her heart.

She said indifferently: "I heard that you have fallen out with Xiao Yi these days. Nan Baoyi, don't blame me for not reminding you, after all, a man's love is only temporary, and only by being strong can you avoid becoming a concubine fate."

Nan Baoyi looked at her in surprise.

This half-sister has a beautiful and slender appearance, and her figure is self-styled, like a Han Palace flying swallow who can perform hand-held dances in operas.

From the daughter of the outer room to the concubine of the Nanfu, from the concubine of the Cheng family to the flower girl in the brothel, from the abandoned concubine of the deep palace to the third-rank full of beauty, Nan Yan's half life has not been without hardships.

She is ambitious and ruthless, and she is always working hard for a higher status.

Inexplicably, Nan Baoyi had a tinge of admiration for her.

Nan Yan was a quick learner, and after half a quarter of an hour of groping, she broke Nan Baoyi's shackles.

The two sisters walked towards the camp, and after walking for a while, there was the sound of horseshoes in the woods.

The two of them looked, and the man galloping towards him, dressed in white Shengxue, with a dignified appearance and a pair of peach blossom eyes shining with boundless indifference, was Shen Yichao.

Nan Baoyi waved in surprise: "Mr. Shen——"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Shen Yichao pointing his bow and arrow at him.

She froze.

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