After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Someone stumbled towards the door.

The man was disheveled, his broken armor was stained with dried blood, one of his military boots ran away on the road, and his socks were so dirty that the original color could not be distinguished.

Nan Baoyi had never seen Xiao Yi in such a miserable state.

He knelt down on one knee and looked at the girl's frozen body. He stretched out his hands several times to hug her, but he paused tremblingly in the air, as if as long as he didn't touch the body, the body would be just a mirror, just him. A fantasy.

After repeated attempts, his trembling fingertips finally touched her frozen lips.

What was once soft and tender turned into stiff and purple.

He had kissed her by the stream in Jinguan City. He had recalled the taste of her lips in countless midnight dreams...

The man finally breaks down.

He hugged the cold body tightly, and in the deserted ice cellar, he had suppressed his feelings for many years. At this moment, he was crushed and defeated.

"Nan Jiaojiao..."

"Nan Jiaojiao!"

He choked and called out, his heart breaking one after another, but the girl in his arms could not respond at all.

Hot tears fell like rain on her face, but they could not melt the frost and snow around her.

Xiao Yi's eyes slowly fell on her slightly bulging belly.

That was because the girl was hungry and cold before she died and ate too many ice cubes in the dark.

How desperate she must have been at that time...

Xiao Yi touched her belly, tears silently moistened the skirt of his clothes. He held the girl tightly in his arms and rubbed her cheek with his cheek, trying to bring her a little warmth.

His armor crumbles quietly.

The object hidden in his arms fell to the ground.

There are two boxes of Jiangnan Rouge.

When the army was resting in the south, he saw that all the generals under his command were buying rouge for their wives and concubines at home. Thinking that the little girl he liked also loved beauty, he bought two boxes for her.

There is also a pair of jade bracelets carefully wrapped in red handkerchiefs.

He thought that after his victory, he would return to Shengjing and give these jade bracelets as a love gift to his little girl. He thought that he would never act like a powerful official again, and would tell her properly that Xiao Yi was willing to Protect Nan Baoyi and be willing to marry Nan Baoyi.

It doesn't matter even if her appearance is completely ruined.

It doesn't matter if she is domineering and overbearing.

He likes her, everything.

But……

The man closed his eyes in pain.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped crying.

He caressed the girl's brows lovingly, and placed a gentle kiss on her frozen lips.

He hugged her and walked outside the ice cellar.

Shiku and others were standing outside in an orderly manner. Seeing his appearance, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Lihuahua was also there, looking at Nan Baoyi's body mockingly, and said casually: "It's just a little palace maid, why should Your Highness be sad for her?"

Xiao Yi didn't look at her.

He slowly walked towards the end of the palace alley: "pick off her hand and hamstrings,

Lock her in the ice cellar. "

Liuhua suddenly widened her beautiful eyes.

Before she could react, Shiku and others had already taken action.

The deafening screams resounded throughout the palace.

Xiao Yi never looked back.

It's late autumn.

The hibiscus flowers in the palace were in full bloom.

He carried Nan Baoyi to the Nuan Pavilion in the palace and carefully cleaned her body.

He invited the best embalmer in Shengjing City, but no matter how beautiful the makeup was, it still couldn't cover the hideous scars on the girl's cheeks, and no matter how grand and luxurious the palace dress was, it still couldn't set off her overly thin body.

The embalmer knelt down on the ground tremblingly: "Your Majesty, the daughter of the people has used special methods to preserve this girl's body, which can last about a month. As for the makeup, the daughter of the people has tried her best... It's just the girl herself. Although her appearance is damaged, the folk girl has already used her best skills..."

Xiao Yi motioned for her to step back.

He picked up Nan Baoyi and kissed her eyebrows.

He gently supported Jin Chai for the girl: "My Jiaojiao is not ugly at all."

Outside the lattice window, birds chirped.

Xiao Yi looked out the window.

The unfamiliar imperial palaces are scattered and decorated with carved beams and painted buildings.

Strange palace maids and eunuchs walked through the deep palace alleys, and many of them must have bullied his Jiaojiao.

His tenderness had shed blood and tears here, and had been bullied here.

She doesn't like it here.

Xiao Yi whispered: "This season, the hibiscus flowers in Jinguan City have also bloomed. Nan Jiaojiao, brother will take you home."

In late autumn, wild geese return south.

A black horse rode arrogantly through the palace, following the geese, galloping towards the south.

Nan Baoyi, who came from a later generation, had a wisp of soul attached to Xiao Yi and looked back subconsciously.

The handsome eunuch wearing a navy blue smoke ripple official robe stood on the high palace wall.

It's Gu Chongshan.

Suddenly, someone played "Requiem".

In front of Nan Baoyi's eyes, there were vague images of the misty rain curtain and the mountainous fighting, the dying lover and the destitute royal family, the broken flames of war and the warm blood...

She remembered the night at Jianmen Pass. In Jianmen Mountain, the mountain rain had not stopped, the dark purple canopy was fluttering in the mountain wind, and the flames of the palace lanterns were extinguished.

She remembered the eunuch with red lips and white teeth, his official robes were splashed by the rain, sitting upright on an armchair with a sword and a golden horse, lowering his eyelashes and playing the huqin casually.

The sound of the piano whimpered.

It's a song called "Requiem."

As if feeling something, Gu Chongshan looked over from a distance on top of the palace building.

Looking at each other across two lifetimes.

His eyes gradually overlapped with those in Jianmen Mountain in later generations.

It turns out that when he sang "Requiem" in the mountains, he was not paying homage to the thousands of troops who died in battle, nor to the reunited princesses and generals. What he was paying homage to was the ugly and pale girl in Xiao Yi's arms in his previous life...

The black horse is like a black horse treading on the snow, passing through the bustling and hustle and bustle of Shengjing City, passing through the wind, moon and stars on the official road, and also passing through the quiet countryside and mountains and rivers.

Half a month later, he took his daughter back to the old Jinguan City.

Xiao Yi appeared outside the Nan family's ancestral home, pushing a wheelchair.

The girl sitting in the wheelchair is beautifully dressed, but her eyes are always closed.

He leaned over, as if he was afraid that she would catch a cold, and gently gathered the thin blanket on her knees: "Jiaojiao, we are home..."

The ancestral home of the Nan family was empty.

The red lantern under the eaves has long been incomplete, the bird's nest is empty, and the animal-head door knocker is rusty. Through the rotten door head, you can vaguely see the overgrown weeds in the courtyard.

The garden was covered with snow and no one was cleaning it. The bricks and tiles of the Jinyi Pavilion where she lived when she was a child were covered with moss and the bamboo curtains turned yellow.

Half buried in the withered grass was a rotten and exposed puppy. This was the pet that Nan Baozhu gave her as a gift before she married Cheng Deyu. The puppy's body was emaciated. It stayed here alone, probably waiting for its owner to return all these years. Home.

Xiao Yi buried the puppy properly before opening the door of the boudoir.

The room was filled with dust and valuables had been looted long ago.

A rag doll was left at the foot of the rotting bed. The precious glass eyes on the doll's face had been removed, making it look hollow and ridiculous.

Xiao Yi remembered that this damaged doll was sewn for her by her mother. It was a doll that she regarded as a treasure when she was young.

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