After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The room was burning with strong soothing incense.

Xiao Qingyang hugged the brocade quilt, and stared at the young monk meditating by the window with a pair of red phoenix eyes. The candlelight flickered, his eyes were picturesque, and he was tapping the wooden fish slowly.

She felt at ease and gradually felt sleepy.

The night is getting darker.

The monk raised his eyes.

The girl is lying on the couch, with black hair like a waterfall, and her little face without makeup looks particularly cold and cool in the daytime, but during the long night, her eyelashes are mottled, and her slightly furrowed eyebrows are particularly pitiful.

There is a sword beside her pillow.

Come to think of it, it's very unreliable at night.

The scene of meeting her for the first time flashed through Nan Chengyi's mind.

He was still a dandy boy at that time.

Wearing black clothes and horsetails, riding a jade lion that shines at night, wearing a frosty gentleman's sword, and carrying a wine gourd, he walked casually through the mountains and rivers all day long.

In the winter three years ago, he passed through a deep mountain and was robbed by local bandits.

With his own strength, he carried away a bandit's den of more than a hundred people, but he was also seriously injured and fell into a snowy patch of grass waiting for death.

The cold wind gradually picked up, and fine snow fell on his cheeks.

He heard a scoff.

He opened his eyes and dimly saw the girl in red appearing suddenly.

The girl squatted in front of him holding a sword, wearing soap boots, black trousers, red clothes and a cold face.

She tilted her head: "You killed all the bandits in this mountain?"

At that time, he was bleeding profusely and his mind was dizzy.

He thought he was hallucinating before his death.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know where he got the strength to suddenly hold the girl in his arms.

He pressed against her ear and said with anger: "God is open-minded after all. He must have thought of me for saving countless people, so he gave me a beautiful woman when I was dying. In my life, I haven’t hugged a girl yet.”

The young ranger is full of spirit.

He kissed Xiao Qingyang's cheek frivolously.

Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes wide, raised his hand and slapped him!

She stood up, blushed with embarrassment, and kicked him with all her strength: "Rogue, shameless!"

"hiss……"

Nan Chengyi gasped in pain.

This beauty is simply more ferocious than the wildest Hummer!

He thought as he gradually lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

When he woke up again, he had changed into clean clothes and was lying in a spacious and warm carriage.

The wound was bandaged extremely well, and he actually saved his life.

The cold wind rolled up the car curtains, and he saw a girl in red riding a horse, with a red silk ribbon tied up in a high ponytail, and satin-like black hair hanging down on her waist, with a petite waist.

He reluctantly sat up, stared at the girl, and chuckled.

The beauty was fierce, but she saved his life in the end...

"Xiao Langjun is awake?"

A delicate female voice suddenly sounded.

Nan Chengyi looked around and saw a girl kneeling beside the couch, dressed exquisitely and richly.

She smiled and presented the hot tea: "My girl hates frivolous men the most, so I saved you because of the young man's passion for killing bandits. Don't stare at her, she will get angry." , but I will dig out your eyes!"

He took the hot tea and bent his eyes: "It sounds so fierce."

He took a sip of hot tea, but still couldn't help but look at Xiao Qingyang.

The mountains and rivers are all white.

Beside the mountain stream, a girl dressed in red is riding a horse. The mountain wind blows her hairband and brushes her fair and cold cheeks, like a blank landscape painting.

It's really beautiful.

"Young gentleman," the maid smiled and waved her hand in front of his eyes, "my girl has been betrothed to someone else. It is not appropriate for you to stare at her like this."

"Are you betrothed to someone else?"

Nan Chengyi was stunned.

He immediately stopped laughing, looked away, and casually praised: "Your tea is very fragrant."

"The tea is good, the water is good, and my tea-making skills are also very good. Of course it will be very fragrant when you drink it."

"You are very eloquent. What is your name?"

"Xiu Xiu. What do you call Mr. Xiao Lang?"

There was heavy snow ahead, and it was unclear where the official road led.

He is handsome and eloquent, making it easy for girls to like him.

He was kind to their master and servant and wanted to add fun to the journey, so he started chatting and laughing with Xiu Xiu. The carriage bumped a little, and Xiu Xiu let out a soft cry and ran into his arms.

He helped her up, but heard a soft sneer from outside the window: "You are a disciple."

He looked over and saw the girl in red looking away proudly.

…

The sound of wooden fish.

The Emperor Ji on the couch frowned in her sleep, muttered something, kicked off the brocade quilt uneasily, and rolled up her silk trousers, revealing her white and slender ankles, and the tent was filled with an attractive color.

The whole room was filled with sweet and soothing fragrance, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

He lowered his head and stared wordlessly at the faded red lacquered wooden fish in his hand.

Inexplicably, I feel upset and angry.

Wax tears accumulated in the golden tray held in the crane's beak.

On the couch, even smelling the soothing incense, Xiao Qingyang slept uneasily.

Cold sweat broke out on his crow-green temples, and his delicate brows were tightly knitted.

In her dream, the sound of wooden fish that made her feel at ease gradually faded away.

The Zen room was silent, and the surrounding darkness was so rich and deep that it seemed like it could drip out ink.

There was a rustling sound in the corner, as if something was crawling out of the darkness.

Xiao Qingyang opened his eyes.

An enlarged human face was reflected in the pupils.

Her beautiful face was half eaten, like a rotten wild fruit. She was wearing disheveled hair and bloody clothes. She stood at the head of her bed, gradually turning the corners of her crimson mouth toward her, and letting out a weird smile.

She said proudly: "Your Highness, I caught you..."

The bone-white hands suddenly pinched Xiao Qingyang's neck.

Xiao Qingyang wanted to reach out and touch the sword, but couldn't.

She gradually suffocated——

"Xiao Qingyang!"

From outside the chaos, a voice came.

Someone was calling her.

Xiao Qingyang was sweating profusely and opened his eyes suddenly.

She panted, Danfeng's eyes were covered with a thin layer of water, and she looked at Nan Chengyi helplessly.

Nan Chengyi was holding her hand.

When he was holding the wooden fish and was lost in thought, Xiao Qingyang suddenly screamed in his sleep and pinched her neck like crazy. Only then did he step forward to rescue her.

His face was ashen: "You pinch yourself, are you crazy?"

Xiao Qingyang's temples were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his pale cheeks.

She threw herself into Nan Chengyi's arms: "Brother Nan... I'm scared!"

She described the dream: "...When we found Xiuxiu, half of her face was eaten by the refugees. The female ghost in the dream was her! But I never harmed her. Brother Nan, she and I We grew up together, and I regarded her as my sister. After she died, I even brought her ashes back to Chang'an for burial. How could I be sorry for her?!"

The girl is thin.

In the cold winter night, he showed a fear he had never felt before.

No, she had experienced this fear of death before.

Nan Chengyi's face was shrouded in the shadow of the tent.

He allowed the girl to hold him and cry until she gradually lost strength from crying.

There is a faint fragrance of tea flowers on the girl's body.

He sniffed deeply and said softly: "Don't think too much. Go to sleep. It's still very early before dawn."

Xiao Qingyang's face was full of tears.

As soon as she falls asleep, the female ghost will come to her dream.

She is afraid of falling asleep...

With tears in her eyes, she clutched Nan Chengyi's sleeves tightly and lay back on the bed uneasily.

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