After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The loquat courtyard in Jinguan City is very old. There is a loquat tree planted in the courtyard, and two faded and whitish lanterns hang under the green and black eaves.

She passed by at dusk and saw flames dancing in the courtyard that had been silent for a year.

She ventured in.

Climb up the steps and push away the fan.

The room was as cold as a snow cave, Xiao Yi was dressed in white, sat on an armchair with his head down, and threw paper money and gold leaf ingots into the brazier with no expression on his face.

Mars jumps like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

The man probably rushed back in a starry night, his hair was in a disheveled bun, and a few strands of hair on his forehead covered his phoenix eyes, which could be faintly seen to be black and haggard.

"Why did you come back?" She said childishly, "But you are not doing well in Chang'an? I have already said that you have no skills, so you should keep a low profile and be self-aware."

The curvature of Xiao Yi's thin lips pressed down slightly.

Tongues of fire devoured the last wad of paper money.

The choking smell of smoke filled the hall, she coughed twice in disgust, and complained: "You want to pay homage to the dead, can you go to another place to pay homage? This is the Nan family, no bad luck, offending my family!"

Her words were so harsh.

Xiao Yi raised his scarlet Danfeng eyes.

He got up and came to her, pinched her cheeks, condescending, and said in a harsh tone that he had never seen before: "Nan Baoyi, in your eyes, am I that humble? I don't even have the right to pay homage to the deceased. ,Yes or no?!"

She was pinched so painful that she immediately burst into tears.

Being pampered and raised, whenever something happens, the instinctive reaction is to cry.

It seemed that everyone would tolerate her in every possible way because of her tears.

When crying hard, Xiao Yi finally let go of his hand.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Nan Baoyi, what else are you doing besides crying?"

She ignored him, howling more and more heart-piercingly.

Xiao Yi was silent for a long time before he tried to hug her amidst her crying.

He only held her for a moment, and before she could react, he let go of her hand.

He stroked the broken hair on her forehead for her, and his eyes were complicated that she couldn't read at that time.

His voice was obscure: "I heard that next year when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, you will marry Cheng De?"

"Of course..." She wiped her tears, "If you don't marry him, why marry such a useless thing as you? I hate Xiao Yi the most, especially you..."

Xiao Yi looked very tired at that time.

He paused for a long time, and finally just pulled his lips mockingly: "It's done. Nan Baoyi, don't regret it in the future."

She snorted contemptuously, rubbed her tears, and ran out of the loquat courtyard in anger.

Later, she didn't know when Xiao Yi returned to Beijing.

When the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming in the second year, she married into Cheng's mansion in a glorious manner...

The carriage jolted.

The small enamel-colored hand stove was tilted, and the fine charcoal inside was not filled properly, and burned to the back of Nan Baoyi's hand through the gaps in the carvings.

She regained her senses and gently pressed the burned place.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the powerful ministers in the previous life treated her very differently.

Could it be that he was attracted to her in the previous life?

But she had such a miserable life afterwards, and she didn't see him express it.

Nan Baoyi couldn't figure out Xiao Yi's thoughts at all.

She looked at him through the car window, the man was clearly in front of her eyes, but his profile was so cold and indifferent, he stared at a distant place, Danfeng's eyes were full of dark tides, this expression was undoubtedly very strange to her of.

She knew that he missed his brother and his homeland.

And she actually didn't know anything about his past.

The new snow falls.

In such early winter, Nan Baoyi felt lonely and cold.

After the convoy drove into Shengjing City, the dignitaries of the aristocratic families dispersed towards their respective mansions.

Nan Baoyi came to the gate of Nanfu in a carriage, Xiao Yi was afraid that it would be inconvenient for her to walk, so he followed her all the way and carried her out of the carriage himself.

The man glanced at the plaque on Nanfu from the corner of his eye.

For some reason, I felt a little guilty.

If Mrs. Nan knew that Nan Jiaojiao was injured again because of him, she would probably have the thought of regretting the marriage.

The two were about to enter the mansion when there was a whisper from behind:

"Little princess."

Nan Baoyi looked back.

Chu Huainan gracefully dismounted from the horse, handed the reins to the attendant, and said with a gentle smile, "I heard that you were injured, so Gu specially ordered someone to bring you a box of imperial plaster. This plaster is very effective in removing scars. Gu Xun thought, if the little princess has snow-skinned and beautiful appearance, if there are scars on her ankles, she will not be beautiful."

Nan Baoyi took the small white jade pot from him.

Things in the palace are naturally hard to find.

She thanked Chu Huainan, and because she admired his generosity to the prisoners, she invited: "Since your Highness is here, you can come and sit at my residence. It just so happens that my two elder brothers are free at the residence today, you can say say."

Chu Huainan was pleasantly surprised.

He repeatedly invited the little princess to watch birds at his house, but she refused to go.

Unexpectedly, she would take the initiative to invite him to sit at the house.

He nodded: "It's better to obey than to be respectful."

Xiao Yi stuck in place.

Danfeng stared at Chu Huainan critically, he smiled half-smile: "Could it be that Jiaojiao forgot that your elder brother and fourth brother both have something to do? I'm afraid there will be no one to entertain the prince when he enters the mansion."

Nan Baoyi retorted: "They are clearly fine today. Besides, the visitor is a guest, so is there any reason not to have a cup of tea?"

Xiao Yi's thin lips curved down, and before he could think of a good idea to refuse Chu Huainan's entry into the mansion, Chu Huainan had already stepped into the mansion in a hurry.

Xiao Yi: "..."

This guy is really good at climbing up the pole.

He smiled: "Looking gentle and courteous, he is actually a restless master."

Nan Baoyi tugged at his sleeves, not allowing him to speak ill of Chu Huainan behind his back.

When the crown prince arrived, Nanfu entertained him a thousand times more energetically.

However, Xiao Yi carried Nan Baoyi and went straight back to Chaowenyuan, not giving Chu Huainan a chance to see her.

Earth dragons were burned in the big study, and the floor covered with a gold-woven soft blanket was warm.

Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi under the west window, and ordered Yu Wei to bring some pastries.

He poured a cup of hot tea for Nan Baoyi, and said: "Chu Huainan is not a good person, stay away from him."

Nan Baoyi didn't say a word.

She held her fragrant cheeks and looked at him while playing with the brush.

"What are you looking at me for?" Xiao Yi pushed the hot tea in front of her, "I have words on my face?"

Nan Baoyi moved to his side and suddenly reached out to hug him.

Xiao Yi froze.

Nan Baoyi's cheek was pressed against his chest, and Danfeng's eyes were clear and calm.

She had already figured it out that the person Xiao Yi paid homage to in the Loquat Courtyard in his previous life was his own elder brother.

At that time, he saw her crying when she was bullied, so he hugged her comfortingly.

But in fact, it was him who needed to be hugged and comforted most at that time.

She owes him a hug.

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes to look at the little girl in his arms, and the coldness in the corners of his brows and eyes gradually melted away.

His big palm caressed her slender back, and he laughed: "What are you doing?"

"Second brother's elder brother was killed, and even his head was hung on the city wall as a sign of humiliation... Why did you hide this from me? I also have an elder brother. I know how cruel it is for an elder brother to suffer. Sad. Second brother, you shouldn't hide it from me. "

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