After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

So smelly...

When Nan Baoyi woke up, a putrid smell penetrated the tip of his nose.

She covered her nose and sat up with difficulty.

When I looked around, I saw darkness all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Leader Liu was nowhere to be found, and the silence around her was almost eerie. She could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.

She stood up staggeringly and stumbled forward: "Husband?"

The thin voice echoed in the sinkhole.

Nan Baoyi frowned slightly and stretched out her hand to look around: "Husband?"

My fingertips touched something soft.

She stretched out her hand and touched it carefully, and gradually she felt the eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It was probably a person who had been dead for many days. The face was rotten and swollen. With a little force, her fingers collapsed in.

Nan Baoyi retracted her hand with lingering fear.

Carefully, she groped around.

dead……

dead……

Everything she reached out to touch and stepped on under her feet were all corpses and bones!

Nan Baoyi stood there blankly.

At this moment, she realized very clearly that the place where she was alone was a mine sinkhole, and around her were thousands of corpses!

The girl swallowed.

Boundless fear is like a black wave, rushing in from all directions.

She groped in the darkness, shouting loudly as she walked forward: "Husband...husband!"

The soft voice echoed repeatedly in the sinkhole.

Those echoes gradually became distorted, like thousands of ghosts waking up in the darkness, laughing at her embarrassment and helplessness.

No one answered her.

Nan Baoyi felt a chill on her back, as if she was being targeted by a monster.

"Husband...Daddy!"

She picked up her skirt and ran forward as hard as she could, but she couldn't get rid of the fear in the darkness, until she hit the earth wall at the edge of the sinkhole.

The girl covered her bleeding forehead and huddled on the ground in pain.

She choked for a long time before finally coming to her senses and climbing up the sinkhole using her hands and feet.

Nails dug deep into the soil.

She climbed upwards, but no matter how many times she climbed, she would always roll down until her ten fingertips, elbows, and knees were all bruised, and she still could not touch the edge of the sinkhole.

Endless darkness, endless silence.

No one responded to her cry for help, and she seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

She sat alone at the bottom of the sinkhole, hugging her knees, facing thousands of corpses in the darkness, terrified.

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Xiao Yi urged his horse and galloped all the way to Nanfu.

The boy turned him away: "Our ancestors have spoken, and from now on -"

"roll!"

Xiao Yi kicked him away.

He strode across the threshold, his handsome face as gloomy as water, and headed directly towards Songhe Courtyard where the old lady lived.

Songheyuan.

A screen separated the inner room, and Nan Guang was lying on a soft couch. The pain of losing his son had made him unconscious, and the government doctor was examining him.

Outside the screen, the old lady was sitting on the throne, and everyone in the second and third bedrooms was there.

Nan Yan knelt on the futon, lowered his eyebrows and recounted what had happened along the way.

The old lady's hand holding the crutch tightened little by little.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she choked and asked, "You are back, why hasn't my Jiaojiaoer come back?"

Yuchi Beichen sat on the armchair with his legs crossed.

He personally carried Nan Guang back, and he has now become a guest of the Nan family.

He answered: "It stands to reason that Sister Baoyi should be back. Although the mine was in chaos at the time, she has always been smart, so why is there still no trace of her now? She won't die in the mine, right? "

Mrs. Nan almost didn't lift it up in one breath.

Nanny Ji hurriedly cheered for her and comforted her: "The fifth girl has always been a lucky one, old lady, don't worry. The old slave thought that the fifth girl was probably taken away by King Yong."

As he spoke, a little maid hurried in, pointed to the door, and gasped: "The old lady...is back...is back!"

The old man stood up quickly.

She held Nanny Ji's hand and walked quickly to the door.

Stepping out of the threshold, she looked longingly into the distance.

But the only person he saw was Xiao Yi.

She rubbed her teary eyes and quickly looked behind Xiao Yi.

Behind him, it was still empty.

Her Jiaojiaoer still hasn’t come back...

The old man's eyes went dark.

My heart is so painful.

Her sweet little granddaughter, whom she raised under her knees and nurtured little by little, has been away from her for almost two years...

She missed her precious little granddaughter.

She has only a few years left to live, and she just wants to see her little granddaughter be happy.

We obviously went to the mine together, but both Lao San and Nan Yan came back. Why hasn't her Jiao Jiao'er come back yet...

Is it because she is not pious enough when eating fast and chanting Buddha's name?

Or has the Nan family not done enough good deeds over the years?

The old lady could no longer hold on.

Amid the exclamations of everyone in the Nan family, she fainted in grief.

Xiao Yi looked at everyone in a hurry.

He stood in the sun, but his whole body felt chilly.

It was extremely clear that Nan Jiaojiao had not come back.

He turned around and strode outside the house.

Riding his horse back to the mine, Jin Wuwei was cleaning up the corpses and blood on the field.

The poinsettia in the Taoist robe and gauze crown lay leisurely on the broad back of the green cow, crossing its legs, resting its arms on its pillow, covering its eyes with randomly picked leaves, and enjoying the coolness under the big tree.

Xiao Yi urged his horse to come to him.

He said: "Thief Taoist priest."

Poinsettia shook Erlang's legs and said leisurely: "Who are you calling?"

Xiao Yi stared at him.

A young Taoist priest in his thirties, looking at the bright scenery, actually has a sinister heart.

During the years when he was his master in Jinguan City, he had been tormented a lot.

After a long time, he finally softened his attitude: "Master."

This claim obviously pleased the Taoist priests.

He immediately sat up and shook the leaves with a smile: "My good disciple, why do you call me master?"

"Master taught me the art of war, strategy, culture and martial arts. But he never taught me the Eight Trigrams of Qi Men and fortune-telling."

Poinsettia put her hands on her hands and laughed: "My good disciple, what's the benefit of learning that thing? Looking into the secrets of heaven will cost you your life. That thing is not good, you can't learn it!"

Xiao Yifeng's eyes were scarlet and she said word by word: "Even if my life is shortened, I still want to find Nan Jiaojiao..."

He couldn't live without her.

If Wentian could predict where Nan Jiaojiao was, he would be happy to do so even if it cost him his life.

Poinsettia's smile was a bit ugly.

He shook the leaves in his hand, squinted his eyes and asked: "My good disciple, isn't it fun to have power? Isn't power interesting? Why do you insist on having a woman?"

"I just want Nan Jiaojiao."

Xiao Yi said quietly.

Poinsettia rolled her eyes.

He lay on the back of the cow again and said lazily: "If you want a woman, you don't want a master. There is one here. The little lady of the Nan family can play with you, can't I play with you as a master? I can play better than her as a master." More tricks.”

Xiao Yi held the reins.

This Taoist priest clearly knew where Nan Jiaojiao was, but refused to tell him.

He licked his lips and suddenly said: "A long time ago, Nan Jiaojiao and I went to Minjiang River and met an old Taoist priest there. The old Taoist priest accepted her as his disciple, gave her the Taoist name 'Jinglian', and taught her 'Every year, add more energy' If you are blessed, everything will be auspicious.

"The old Taoist priest also told me that I should call Junior Sister Nan Jiaojiao. I didn't understand the reason at first, but now I understand. Master, Nan Jiaojiao is your Junior Sister. If your Junior Sister is in trouble, Senior Brother, can you just ignore her and refuse to save her?

"How about I write to the old Taoist priest and ask him to come over and comment?"

Poinsettia sat up suddenly.

The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was bright red, and he sternly said: "What did you say?!"

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