After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Yan laughed, and said softly: "Miss Cheng is the imperial concubine, the emperor's woman. If I kill you, I will take my life to apologize."

Hearing what she said, Cheng Zaixi felt a little less fearful.

Yes, she is the imperial concubine, no matter how bold Nan Yan is, how dare she murder the emperor's woman?

She panted, the begging in her eyes disappeared, and she was about to resume her high-spirited posture when she felt a sudden pain in her lower back!

She lowered her head slowly.

The dagger pierced her lower abdomen.

Blood oozed out, gradually staining her palace skirt red.

Her whole body was bent like a bow, her fingertips were trembling, and she gently hugged her stomach.

Nan Yan drew out her dagger.

She tilted her head and smiled more freely: "It's a pity, I'm not afraid to risk my life to apologize."

As if she was afraid that the knife would not kill Cheng Zaixi, she gave her two more knifes viciously.

Cheng Zaixi was covered in blood.

She stared at Nan Yan closely, and kept backing away until she finally fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Blood flowed from her wound, dyeing the blue bricks under her deep red.

Her skirts were parted, and her eyes were gazing idly at the verandah beams.

Nan Yan stood where she was, with a cold voice: "In the past, you sold me into a kiln. I will never forget this account. Cheng Zaixi, I will be relieved if you die at my hands tonight."

She twirled the dagger, and was about to go upstairs to find Nan Baoyi to settle the score, when she thought of those big-armed and round mothers, she put away the dagger and turned to leave.

Several old nuns were out of breath from climbing the stairs of the Sutra Pavilion.

After finally climbing to the top floor, I was so tired that I fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

When they finally had enough rest, they beat their backs and picked up the key Song Rou gave to open the brass lock.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of alcohol came in.

In the elegantly decorated study room, countless wine jars were overturned.

The spirits flowed all over the floor, like flowing gold under the light of the palace lanterns.

The girl in black and black woven gold peony skirt sat barefoot on the desk and poured wine into her mouth with her head raised. The crystal clear wine rolled down her neck and wet a large area of ​​her skirt.

The nuns looked at each other.

Nan Baoyi smashed the wine jar, raised his scarlet and drunken eyes, and his consciousness was very clear: "I hurt Chu Huainan's eyes, are you sent by Song Rou to punish me?"

The nuns nodded subconsciously, then shook their heads hastily.

The leading nun put on an old face and said majesticly: "Miss Nan, the empress is kind. Not only did she not care about the crime of stabbing the emperor, but she even promoted you to the concubine. You should be grateful. Gambling, drinking and smoking, we are here to teach you."

"Teach me?"

Nan Baoyi tilted his head and smiled coquettishly.

She smiled and jumped off the desk, staggered to the middle of several old nuns, reached out to pull out the hair bun of this nun, and poked the face of another nun, but the group of old nuns were very angry. light.

She leaned against the door, twirling the thin pipe with her slender fingertips: "When I competed with Shu Lili on palace rules, you guys didn't know where to wash the pail,

Also deserve to train me? "

"Hmph!" The old nanny sneered, and slowly rolled up her sleeves, "At one time and another, at that time the girl was the fiancee of Prince Jing's son, but now the girl is just a dog lingering in the palace. The master wants to fight You are hitting you, let you talk nonsense?"

Several other old nuns also revealed their original fierce faces.

Nan Baoyi just sneered as he watched them take out needles and other objects of punishment.

She pointed to the opposite window: "Look, empress."

The nuns were startled, and quickly put on a respectful face, and saluted respectfully.

But this is the top floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and there is a hundred feet hanging outside the window, how could there be Song Rou!

Realizing that they had been tricked, they hurriedly looked at Nan Baoyi angrily.

Nan Baoyi has already covered the fan lightly and deftly.

She hung the brass lock from the outside, pierced the Korean paper pasted on the lattice, and waved to the old nuns with crooked eyebrows: "I'm leaving!"

Mothers: "..."

They were actually locked here!

Furious to explode!

"Bitch, open the door!"

"Little Lang Hoof, let me out!"

"Let me teach you what is respect and what is the rule!"

They shook the door desperately, clamoring for Nan Baoyi to let them out.

Nan Baoyi got drunk, his face was flushed, he took the time to fiddle with the lower fan, and praised: "As expected of something in the palace, it's quite solid, hehe!"

Ignoring the curses in the study room, she slowly took out a fire pocket from her arms, bowed her head and lit a cigarette.

Tobacco exudes a bitter and sweet taste.

The girl took a deep breath of the cigarette, squinted her eyes and raised her head, and gently exhaled the smoke ring.

The lights flickered.

Her profile is white, tender and beautiful, with mottled eyelashes, and her slightly parted red lips are hidden in the smoke. Against the black skirt, she has a decadent and delicate beauty.

She looked down.

The wine slowly flowed out from under the fan, soaking her embroidered shoes.

This was the spirit she had asked Xichang to bring, it was almost ignited, and it was originally intended to be used against Chu Huainan.

She took two steps back, tapped the fan with a thin gold-painted pipe, and cursed drunkenly: "A group of godly old women, you are the hooves, you are the sluts! The dog slaves who bully the weak and fear the hard, Song Rou's dog legs, do it alive!" What, you can die here!"

The burning soot fell to the ground one after another.

They fell into the wine, but in an instant, the pool of wine suddenly burst into flames!

The flames flourished.

The nuns in the house were so frightened that they beat on the door and screamed, and the cursing gradually turned into pleading.

Nan Baoyi listened but did not hear.

She bent down and picked up a jar of wine by the door, and staggered down the scripture storage pavilion.

The stars are shining tonight.

Nan Baoyi staggered out of the Sutra Pavilion.

A hundred-foot-tall building was burning behind her, and the palace people exclaimed, "It's gone!" They came to put out the fire in groups carrying wooden buckets.

...

"The scripture pavilion is flooded?!"

In the imperial study room, Song Rou was taking care of Chu Huainan, when she heard the report from the palace maid, her face was distorted with anger: "Nan Baoyi did it again? She is in the harem, can't she calm down a bit?!"

Song Rou is the empress, so there was such a big incident in the palace, she could only rush over to investigate.

Chu Huainan on the couch slowly opened his eyes.

Sutra Pavilion...

This is where he really took the initiative to Xiaojun, and she was willing to burn it down.

He was also afraid that Song Rou would be unfavorable to Nan Baoyi, so he got up on his support and ordered: "Show me the Sutra Pavilion."

When Chu Huainan found Nan Baoyi, the girl was lying in front of a side hall not far from the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

The palace lanterns under the eaves were old, she was drunk and fainted on the bluestone steps, the woven gold skirt was scattered like flowers, and the raven hair was like silk, the wine jar at her feet was dumped, and her embroidered shoes were wet with wine.

He held the lamp and approached slowly.

The little girl who fell asleep had lost all her viciousness and flamboyance in the daytime, leaving only coquettishness and sadness in her eyes. She probably missed Xiao Yi in her sleep, right?

Chu Huainan stretched out his fingertips, and slowly wiped the center of her brows.

His eyes were deep, and he murmured: "I can't get what I want, what can I do?"

...

the next day.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, he found...

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The second brother will come back tomorrow

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