After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Xiao Yi fanned himself while watching her sleeping face.

The phoenix eyes were dark and deep, and he said seriously: "I want to."

"When do you want it most?"

"I think about it when I'm lonely, and I think about it even more when it's busy."

Nan Baoyi chuckled.

She stretched out her thin white legs and wrapped them around Xiao Yi's waist.

She rubbed her little face against his arm and murmured coquettishly: "My husband is lying... When it's busy, it's too late to be happy, so how can you think of me?"

Xiao Yi remained silent.

From Shengjing to Chang'an, we have to cross thousands of rivers and rivers, and the journey is full of excitement.

But Nan Jiaojiao is not around, no one can accompany him to visit the night market lanterns, no one can accompany him to watch the Jianjia sunset, and no one can accompany him to drink and talk.

The excitement belongs to others, and he is always alone.

Why don't you miss her?

He remained silent and didn't explain much. He just bowed his head and kissed her eyebrows.

After Nan Baoyi fell asleep, Xiao Yi put down his cattail leaf fan and took the military book to read.

At midnight, the little girl next to me felt too hot and kicked off the thin blanket.

He looked at her, her face was flushed and she was sweating, and her delicate eyebrows were deeply frowned.

He reached out and touched her forehead, it was very hot.

Like having a fever.

Xiao Yi closed the military book and called, "Nan Jiaojiao?"

The little girl groaned uncomfortably and had no reaction.

Xiao Yi immediately got down and came outside: "Ten words!"

Shi Yan was reading on the roof when he heard a golden hook hanging upside down: "What are your orders, Master?"

"Please come over Jiang Suihan."

"yes!"

In the middle of the night, Jiang Suihan was caught in Guanshu Alley, feeling angry.

When he saw that the person who wanted to see a doctor was Nan Xiaowu, and saw the injury on her cheek, he couldn't help but get even more angry: "Brother Xiao, what's the matter with you? How could Nan Xiaowu--"

"It's important to look at the injury."

Xiao Yi interrupted him.

Jiang Suihan had to check his pulse carefully.

After a moment, he solemnly said: "It's like a typhoid fever. Autumn is coming soon, the seasons are changing, and many people in Chang'an City have contracted typhoid fever. Even Mrs. Nan San has contracted the disease... It's just that those who contract the disease are not immune. It’s too much…it shouldn’t be like this.”

Xiao Yi said: "Make a prescription."

"There is no need to prescribe a prescription. Zhang Zhongjing said in "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" that Wu Shi Powder can cure typhoid fever. It is now available on the market. Brother Xiao sent someone to buy some."

Xiao Yi agreed and ordered Shi Yan to buy medicine.

…

Xiao Yiyi couldn't help but take care of Nan Baoyi for two days.

Nan Baoyi's health was good. When she woke up in the morning on the third day, her fever had almost gone away.

She looked around and saw that she was being held by her husband.

She raised her head and touched the black spots under his eyes.

Although she is sick, she also knows how meticulously her husband takes care of her.

Her husband really loves her very much!

Xiao Yi woke up,

Seeing her bright eyes, he reached out and touched her face and said, "It's much better than yesterday. The millet porridge is warming on the stove in the kitchen. Jiaojiao gets up to freshen up, and I'll bring you the porridge."

Nan Baoyi sat up and watched him get dressed.

She said gently: "Husband, I have recovered from my illness. You don't have to worry about taking care of me anymore. You can go to work in the wine shop. I haven't been there for two days. It's me who has delayed your future."

Xiao Yi buckled his belt and had a subtle expression on his face when he heard the words.

What kind of future is working as a waiter in a wine shop?

Nan Baoyi stayed at the hotel and tidied his clothes: "My husband has really worked hard to take care of me these past two days. I can't repay him, so I decided to cook a delicious lunch for my husband and deliver it to the restaurant myself. Or, from now on, I will take care of me every day." We all went to the wine shop to deliver food to my husband. Husband, are you touched?"

Xiao Yi was silent.

Nan Jiaojiao delivers meals every day. In other words, he has to play the role of waiter every day?

He was so touched...

"My husband is still handsome and charming today. He doesn't look like a waiter at all. I will dress up for you."

Nan Baoyi tidied his clothes, found a round brown coarse cloth hat from somewhere, stood on tiptoes, and put it on Xiao Yi's head carefully.

Xiao Yi: "..."

With great effort he resisted the urge to take off his hat and throw it away.

This hat is really ugly.

Nan Baoyi tilted his head and looked at it seriously: "I always feel that there is still something missing."

She took a towel from the kitchen and put it on Xiao Yi's shoulders.

Xiao Yi's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he said politely: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

"No trouble."

Nan Baoyi was as gentle as water, and took out a large black linen apron and tied it around his waist: "It is my duty to tidy up my husband's clothes."

Xiao Yi: "..."

Where did this good wife come from?

He missed that spoiled little girl so much.

Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi for a moment, then nodded sternly: "This is how you look like a young man. Husband, go to the bar quickly. If you don't go, your boss won't want you."

Xiao Yi glanced at the bronze mirror.

It's impossible to go out with such a dignified appearance.

However, Nan Baoyi had already grabbed his hand and dragged him out.

Nan Baoyi sent him out of the small house and waved her little hand gently: "Husband, work hard. I will bring you food at noon."

The door of the small house was closed heavily in front of Xiao Yi.

In the corner, there was a chuckle.

Xiao Yi said expressionlessly: "Shiku's monthly salary for this year has been deducted entirely."

The laughter stopped horribly.

Xiao Yi stepped out of Guanshu Alley and threw his apron, towel and other items to Shiku: "Go to the restaurant under Panxia and find a few more confidants to act as waiters."

You have to find a way to deal with Nan Jiaojiao's post inspection, right?

Ten hardships and grievances are called yes.

Xiao Yi was about to return to Prince Yong's Mansion when Shiyan came on horseback.

His face was full of solemnity: "Master, someone has come from the palace. It is a female official in the palace. I call you the queen and summon you to enter the palace immediately."

…

Kunning Palace.

Xiao Yi walked through the flower path and, under the guidance of the female officer, came to an elegant Baoxia.

There is a plaque hanging on the Baoxia, iron paintings and silver hooks, and three large gold-inlaid characters of "Meeting Room" are engraved on it.

Xiao Yi chuckled.

The emperor had a royal study, but his queen mother set up a conference room in Kunning Palace.

The ambition is clear and everyone knows it.

Step into Baoxia.

Ming and Huang books are spread across the table.

The woman wearing a dark purple palace skirt, with a dazzling appearance, was sitting lazily on the futon.

Officials from the eight great families were sitting on both sides, all wearing regular clothes. Some were holding crotch tails, and some were holding white jade Ruyi in their arms. They were all talking and laughing. When they saw him stepping in, they all stopped talking and looked at him carefully.

Xiao Yi saluted casually: "Greetings to the Queen Mother."

Shen Jiang was indifferent: "Do you know, Ayan, that there are so many typhoid fever patients in Chang'an City now?"

Xiao Yi nodded: "I know a little bit."

Shen Jiang played with the ink pen: "Wu Situ, tell me."

Chief Situ Wu Zhen stood up.

He said: "His Royal Highness King Yong does not know that although the minister worships the Great Situ, he is also a well-known person in Chang'an City."

A fortune teller is a person who predicts good or bad luck based on changes in clouds and gases.

Many people in power revere the fortune-seekers, and some monarchs even moved their capital because of the fortune-seekers' divination.

Wu Zhen talked eloquently: "Wei Chen has been watching the clouds for the past two days and found that the dead air gathered in the northwest and gradually came to the southeast, which went against the original vitality of Chang'an City. Therefore, typhoid fever spread wildly and the people were in extreme hardship. .”

"speak English."

Xiao Yi was cold.

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