After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

It's midwinter.

Cheng Mansion was surrounded by 100,000 elite soldiers.

Prefect Cheng, Mr. Huang, Cheng Deyu, Nan Yan, Cheng Zaixi and others stood in the hall, looking at the man sitting in confusion and horror.

He was dressed in white and was playing with a vase carelessly.

Governor Cheng had a flattering look on his face and said respectfully: "I wonder what the emperor's master is coming to my humble residence for? Is such a big battle to propose marriage to Xi'er?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Cheng Mansion relaxed.

Cheng Zaixi looked even more shy, raised her little finger, and occasionally raised her beautiful eyes to wink at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi chuckled.

He turned the enamel wide-mouthed vase and said in a warm voice: "I remember that this vase used to be placed in the flower hall of Songheyuan in Nanfu. It was an antique that was loved by the Nan family's grandmother."

Cheng Deyu smiled: "That's true. This vase was made in an official kiln five hundred years ago. The flowers and birds are painted with exquisite detail, and there is an emperor's private seal on the bottom. It is truly a treasure that is hard to find. This kind of object should be... We scholars use it to appreciate and praise, rather than display it in the homes of ignorant merchants and waste it as decorative ornaments."

"Trash..."

Xiao Yi tasted the word, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

There was a hint of coolness in the deep phoenix eyes, and he suddenly let go of his hand.

The valuable front-facing vase fell to the ground and shattered instantly.

The expressions of everyone in the Cheng Mansion changed drastically.

Xiao Yi said lazily: "When you designed Nan Mansion, how much gold, silver and jewels you embezzled, I will ask you to spit them out today. Seal Cheng Mansion."

Shiku and others have been gearing up for a long time.

Hear orders and act without hesitation.

The entire Cheng Mansion was in chaos. Countless valuables, gold and silver, were collected box by box and carried out of the house.

Those that could not be taken away, such as the eight large screens of golden nanmu and the carved red sandalwood bed, were smashed and burned.

Cheng Zaixi screamed like crazy and rushed forward to stop them: "This is my dowry. These are my hairpins and jewelry. You are not allowed to take them away! Give them back to me, give me back my things!"

She ferociously fished out a pair of hibiscus jade hairpins.

Shi Ku took it back unceremoniously and sneered: "It's obviously Miss Nan Wu's dowry, but I've seen her wearing it before. When did it become yours? She's also the daughter of the prefect's family, so show some respect!"

After saying that, he ordered the guards to take off all the hairpins and Sichuan brocade silk that Cheng Zaixi was wearing.

On a winter day when dripping water turned to ice, poor Cheng Zaixi was thrown into the courtyard in her thin pajamas, arousing ridicule and ridicule from all directions.

Nan Yan's face was pale and shaky.

She looked at the man in the seat.

The powerful minister, who was made of gold and jade, was also staring at her with interest.

Nan Yan's heart trembled.

The next moment, I heard his gentle voice: "My family is delicate and lonely. Since you, the elder sister, claim to love her, why not go down and accompany her?"

His pupils were full of red bloodshot eyes.

The smile on his lips was lazy and cool, like an evil ghost crawling out from the depths of the underworld.

You can't reason with evil spirits.

Nan Yan finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

She shook her head and backed away in fear: "Don't...don't kill me..."

Cheng Deyu protected her behind him and shouted angrily: "Xiao Yi, are you crazy?! My father is the prefect of Shu County and an official of the imperial court!"

Xiao Yi nodded: "That's why I dared to beat the second uncle of the Nan family to death without restraint. You don't need to remind me. Since I'm here, I won't let him go. Let's kill him together."

Everyone in the Cheng family suddenly opened their eyes.

Huang scolded angrily: "You are a young child, how dare you kill the imperial officials at will?! I will go to Beijing to complain!"

However, her imperial edict was ultimately unsuccessful.

The guards held swords and slaughtered the entire Cheng family.

There were screams everywhere.

There were people crying and begging for mercy everywhere.

Nan Yan fell in a pool of blood, witnessed Cheng Zaixi's little finger being chopped off, and witnessed Huang's kneecap being dug out.

She knew that it was because Cheng Zaixi deliberately imitated Nan Baoyi, and Huang made Nan Baoyi kneel down countless times when she was a mother-in-law.

It's too scary. Xiao Yi now looks like an evil ghost.

Hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

If there is a chance to start over, she will definitely not go against the Nan family again, and she will never go against Nan Baoyi again...

She was in regret and would not close her eyes until her death.

The whole house was filled with blood.

Shiku took the guards and looked for people according to the roster, including maids and servants.

During the day, the prefect's mansion was bustling with bells ringing for food and preparations for the New Year, but within just an hour, it was reduced to a living hell.

Xiao Yi stood outside Cheng's mansion and threw the torch into the kerosene.

Across the street, he stared quietly at the fire.

But I noticed a little bit of coldness falling on my cheeks.

He raised his head and saw that it was the first snowfall of this winter in Jinguan City.

He gently stretched out his palm and caught a snowflake.

He stared at the melting snow in his palms and murmured softly: "The people who bullied you are dead. The places where you suffered have been turned into ashes... Nan Jiaojiao, can you feel happy?"

Nan Baoyi was standing next to him.

She stared at Xiao Yi. The young man was dressed in white, his black fox fur cloak fluttering in the cold wind, and the two strands of hair hanging down on his forehead had turned frosty white.

His eyebrows were deep, showing a gloom and loneliness that had never been revealed in his previous life.

Nan Baoyi gently stroked his eyebrows.

Even after death, he still treated her with kindness, how could she not be happy?

This scene will be unforgettable for thousands of years.

It's the end of the year.

Jinguancheng Long Street is bustling.

Nan Baoyi followed Xiao Yi and watched him walking alone through the market.

There was heavy snow falling all around, and the bride rushed to the stall to put her cloak on her husband. The young couple stood in front of the door, calling back the playful child, and gently put the small hand-warming stove into his arms.

But her second brother had nothing.

He walked numbly through the hustle and bustle, even the shoe prints left in the snow were very lonely.

He is out of tune with the excitement of the world.

Finally returned to the cliff.

An uninvited guest stood in front of the tombstone. The paper umbrella was tilted to shield the tombstone from the wind and snow.

It's Gu Chongshan.

Xiao Yi's voice was cold: "What are you doing here?"

"Come and see her."

Gu Chongshan whispered.

He glanced around. The tomb was very clean, and her favorite hibiscus flower was planted next to it. The flowers had faded, and only a few dark branches were left in the white snow.

He remembered that when he first met Nan Baoyi, the little girl was so in love with beauty that she almost couldn't live anymore. She even struggled to pick off hibiscus petals and apply them on the hideous scar...

There was a slight smile on his red lips, showing a different kind of tenderness in the dusk snow on the mountain.

He said warmly: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders. Some dead trees are springing up, and some are born towards death. How about it, Xiao Daoyan, instead of sitting in a lonely grave, why not use your and my power to visit the gods and Buddhas all over the world and bet on a chance to come back again?" . If she can be resurrected, you and I agree to treat her like a jewel and protect her from worries about food and clothing, okay?"

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