After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi stared at her.

The beauty is as charming as a poisonous snake with charming colors.

Liuhua smiled and continued: "After the nightmare incident, you have also seen that I am proficient in Qimen Bagua and illusion. I can help him on the road to seizing power in the future. For him, whether it is an heir or a court, , I am more useful than you in every aspect. If you really love him, you should agree on his behalf. Otherwise, besides possessing him, how much sincerity do you have for him?"

The woman's voice was bewitching.

It seems that as long as Nan Baoyi refuses, he doesn't really love Xiao Yi.

Nan Baoyi took half a step back.

Her face was cold: "Even if he never marries a wife or concubine, I don't want him to be with a woman with evil intentions like you. You murdered his own sister, how dare you say you like him?"

The smile on Lihua's lips disappeared immediately.

Her sleeves bulged like an angry snake.

She twisted her neck and said coldly: "I'm not qualified to love him, are you qualified? You are selfish, you just want to monopolize him greedily! You probably don't know, right? As long as you are by his side , he will never be able to ascend the throne! He died because of you in his previous life, and you are his nemesis, nemesis!"

She roared, tossed her sleeves angrily and left.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly chased after him: "Speak clearly, who will die because of me, and who will not be able to ascend the throne?! Don't leave!"

However, the pomegranate flower has disappeared without a trace.

The wind blows and the blue waves of the bamboo forest ripple.

The girl in a crimson dress, with buns in her arms, stood helplessly in the depths of the forest, with a few green bamboo leaves spinning and falling on the tips of her hair, adding a bit of embarrassment.

His thin white hands were tightly clenched into fists.

She gritted her teeth: "I hate people who half-talk!"

It's just like the feeling of being stabbed but not killed. It's neither up nor down, not crisp at all!

Angrily, he returned to the monastery.

Through the carved wooden moon door in the room, she saw that her fifth brother had woken up.

The Zen room is silent.

The fifth brother was sitting on the couch with his upper body naked. Xiao Qingyang was holding the medicine jar and was carefully changing his medicine.

The bamboo-green curtain hangs low, and the famous monk and the emperor's concubine all look good-looking.

The flaming palace skirt is spread on the crow green monk's robe, as if it wants to burn out the loneliness in front of the Buddha.

The slender jade fingers coated with Danko gently traveled along the texture of the monk's back. The fragrance of the medicine spread from the wound, blending with the scent of powder and flowers she carried, and mixed into a different kind of enthusiasm in the Zen room with the furnace burning.

Nan Chengyi closed his eyes.

The muscular body gradually became tense.

A thin layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on his forehead.

Uncontrollable, dry mouth.

Xiao Qingyang, who was kneeling behind him, leaned towards his ear and whispered softly: "Does it hurt?"

Her breathing was gentle.

In a daze, her lips seemed to be kissing the sensitive base of his ear, but the tenderness was as short-lived as floating bubbles. It was probably a scene he had imagined.

Buddha's heart,

Shaken violently at this moment.

Come to think of it, is the reason why the Buddha became a Buddha because they have never met the girl they like?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Xiao Qingyang was at a loss: "Brother Nan?"

Nan Chengyi frowned: "Poor monk, Xuandu."

Xiao Qingyang arched his eyebrows.

The proud and arrogant Emperor Ji's smile in the tent was actually a thousand kinds of charming and charming, which suppressed the dazzling brilliance of the red bean and gold hairpin in the bun.

The thin white jade hands gently grabbed the young man's monk's robe.

She called softly: "Brother Xuandu..."

He obviously likes her.

Otherwise, how could he take all the charges for her in front of the Wei family?

"Brother Xuandu" almost made Nan Chengyi throw away his armor.

He stood up suddenly.

There was a clang sound, and the things he had hidden in his waist rolled to the ground.

He picked it up hastily.

Xiao Qingyang was stunned.

The thing hidden in Nan's brother's arms was the pearl she gave him back then.

As expected, he admired her.

She raised her head, and Danfeng's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist: "Brother Nan?"

Nan Chengyi turned around, clasped his palms together, and refused to look at her.

Xiao Qingyang grabbed his monk's robe: "You obviously——"

"Clang!"

There was a louder bang outside Dongyue Gate.

It was Nan Baoyi who was fascinated by it and accidentally broke the large enamel double-eared vase on the flower table.

Being stared at by the two people in the room, her cheeks turned red, and she coughed in embarrassment: "What about that, I'm sorry... You two continue, continue..."

Xiao Qingyang laughed.

Why are you still going on? It’s already like this.

She straightened her clothes, regained Di Ji's cool pride, and asked, "But what happened?"

Nan Baoyi thought of business and immediately told them the cause of the nightmare.

After speaking, she withdrew.

Investigating crimes is her business.

As for how to deal with Cai'er and the Wei family, it is Di Ji's own business.

Before stepping out of the meditation room, she couldn't help but look back quietly.

The fifth brother looked like a famous monk who remained motionless and allowed Di Ji to shake the corners of his sleeves.

Her eyes flicked across his chest.

During these years of studying abroad, he suffered many injuries, old and new.

Especially the scar on his heart, which is three to four inches long, is shocking.

…

After leaving the monastery, I bumped into a young monk.

The little guy was holding a bamboo basket filled with fresh bamboo shoots. He said with a sweet voice: "The great monk dug the winter bamboo shoots from the back mountain and gave it to Emperor Ji to taste."

Nan Baoyi looked at the freshness, picked up a big green-skinned bamboo shoot, and said with a smile: "This one belongs to me."

It's so big that it can fry a whole plate.

I secretly gave it to my second brother for a taste.

As soon as I walked to his monastery, I saw him and Jiuxi coming back.

She quickly hid behind a clump of short bamboo.

Although Jiuxi was dressed as a guard, she wore a beaded flower in her bun, her face was exquisitely made up, and even her clothes were quietly scented with powder.

She said softly: "The idea of ​​a mountain god getting married is due to the ignorance of the villagers. When the doors and windows of the boudoir are locked, it is impossible for the bride to disappear for no reason. Master, I have a plan."

"Um?"

"Since the murderer only captures the newlyweds, why don't we arrange a fake marriage. I am willing to pretend to be the newlyweds and stay in the boudoir. My master is very skilled in martial arts, so it is most suitable for you to play the groom. Then ask other secret guards and villagers to play the guests. Beating the gongs and drums will definitely attract the attention of the murderer. When the murderer appears, we can catch him in one fell swoop."

Nan Baoyi hugged Bamboo tightly.

That anger in my heart!

This girl is not solving the case. She clearly wants to marry her second brother and deliberately seduces him!

She looked at Xiao Yi hurriedly.

Xiao Yi came with his hands behind his back.

His eyes fell on the front door of the monastery.

The green dwarf bamboos danced, shaking off the snow from their branches.

The little ball of rabbit fur on the little girl's bun is swaying back and forth, and the crimson skirt is fluttering in the wind, so it doesn't look too eye-catching.

His thin lips suppressed a smile.

As he got closer, he stopped and asked deliberately: "Where does the sour smell come from in the deep mountain temple? It's so strong, I guess it's old vinegar that has been brewed for many years."

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

Pooh!

He is the old jealous one!

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