After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi ignored the compliments from those in the hall.

She went straight back to Chaowen Courtyard.

Yuwei came up to her, removed her fox fur cloak, and said softly: "Two old bookkeepers have come to the Yamen and are waiting for you in the study."

There is a stove burning in the study.

The two old master clerks, both in their forties or fifties, were having tea.

Seeing Nan Baoyi come in, they quickly stood up and saluted.

Nan Baoyi said calmly: "What's the matter?"

One person said respectfully: "The decree was passed in the palace. King Yong and Di Ji intended to rebel, and now they have arrested King Yong and imprisoned him. What the Queen means is that this matter is very involved. Tomorrow at Guang'en Temple, Wei Taishi and Shen Dazai, Pei Shangshu Ling and our Sili Yamen will jointly examine King Yong."

Nan Baoyi sat down.

She pushed open the carved window and stared at the falling snow in the garden, her little face indifferent to happiness and anger.

The second brother and Di Ji were really good at planning. They took all the blame, but left their only hope to her to mediate outside.

Aren't they afraid that she won't do well?

Asking her to participate in the joint trial as a secretary, how could she have the heart to interrogate him?

In case there is a mistake...

Their sacrifice was in vain.

Nan Baoyi was both angry and sad.

The two old masters looked at each other.

They bowed their hands and saluted again: "Sir?"

"I know." Nan Baoyi was impatient.

After the two bookkeepers left, Nan Baoyi opened the book in annoyance.

At one moment he was thinking about whether his second brother would be punished in prison, and at another he was thinking about whether Di Ji had arrived at Wanguo Temple safely.

After thinking about it, she closed the book and decided to visit the Ten Thousand Kingdoms Temple.

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Ten Thousand Kingdoms Temple.

The Zen room is quiet and quiet.

There is a vase of plum blossoms placed under the window pane, with horizontal branches, adding to the winter charm.

Xiao Qingyang woke up in the green tent.

She sat up and saw that her wounds had been carefully bandaged. The meditation room was filled with a light Buddhist fragrance, but there was no sign of the man.

She hurriedly settled down, not caring to put on her shoes and comb her hair, and walked along the corridor to the Buddhist temple hall, holding her breath, anxiously looking for Nan Chengyi.

"Brother Nan..."

The girl's wound burst open and she fell into the snow in embarrassment.

A paper umbrella tilted over her head.

Xiao Qingyang slowly looked back.

The young monk, wearing a crow-green robe and holding a white paper umbrella, with an appearance like jade accumulated in pine mountains, was staring at her quietly.

She said hoarsely: "You really don't want to make me suffer."

Nan Chengyi was silent.

A girl in the snow, her skirt spread out, her exposed ankles turned red from the cold.

The bandaged wound burst open and stained the newly-dressed dress red.

He put down the paper umbrella, leaned down, and patiently picked up Xiao Qingyang.

He whispered: "Just go to the kitchen to cook.

Why do you need to chase him out? "

Xiao Qingyang held his neck.

She stared at his smooth and graceful jaw and whispered: "I ran away from marriage today to meet you. Nan Chengyi, I like you and want to marry you. I liked you when we first met, and I liked you even more later...

"When you were in Southern Xinjiang, you saw me in such a dirty state, but you didn't dislike me at all. You carried my body around and begged for help. You put down your dignity as a young ranger, and you cried and begged the Gu Master you looked down on in the past. You also gave me your heart..."

Xiao Qingyang raised his hand and gently touched Nan Chengyi Qingjun's cheek.

Her eyes were red and tears were shining brightly: "Brother Nan, in this life, I will never meet a husband like you who loves me with his life and dignity."

Nan Chengyi hugged her.

His arms were strong and strong, but his hands couldn't stop shaking.

She knows...

She actually found out about what he had tried so hard to hide from her.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to hold back his guilt.

Xiao Qingyang, she is such a proud and unruly emperor, how could he bear to remind her of those dirty and dirty past events?

The Emperor Ji he admired should live in this world in a coquettish and willful way.

He was willing to use his own death to exchange for her happiness for the rest of her life, to marry a man from an aristocratic family, to enjoy the glory and wealth, and to stop thinking about him, a mischievous lover who met by chance.

He stepped into the threshold of the Zen room and gently placed the girl on the bamboo couch.

He brushed away the broken hair from the girl's forehead and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry..."

Xiao Qingyang shook his head.

Just as he was about to speak, a series of gurgling sounds came from his stomach.

Her pretty face turned red: "I, I'm a little hungry."

Nan Chengyi smiled and thoughtfully brought the large enamel bowl.

The bowl is filled with thin white noodles, exuding a faint aroma of green onion, which is extremely tempting.

Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing: "In those years when I was studying abroad, every time it was your turn to cook, you could only cook noodles. Today I came to see you, and you cooked noodles for me again..."

Nan Chengyi sat on the edge of the couch and used green bamboo chopsticks to dig out a poached egg under the noodles.

He said warmly: "There is no meat food in the temple. I found a wild egg from the nest in the back mountain. Try it?"

Xiao Qingyang opened his mouth: "Then you feed me."

"How old are you? You're still childish."

Nan Chengyi smiled, but still fed her eggs.

Xiao Qingyang ate with satisfaction, his eyes fixed on Nan Chengyi.

Nan Chengyi raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me all the time? But do you think I look more handsome dressed as a monk than when I was a ranger? No wonder you love me so much that you can't help yourself."

"Bah, just as shameless as before."

Xiao Qingyang was not angry.

After taking two bites of eggs, she couldn't help coughing violently.

Blood stained the handkerchief.

She couldn't eat any more.

With a pale face, she leaned into Nan Chengyi's arms and whispered: "I'm just afraid that the joy now is just an illusion. I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, I won't be able to see you."

Nan Chengyi lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair seriously.

His eyes were gentle: "This time, I will never leave you again."

At the foot of the mountain.

Wei Shaoqian, dressed in wedding clothes, rode on horseback with an expressionless expression.

The red silk headband fluttered in the cold wind.

Lang Jun's face was sinister, his heart and eyes full of jealousy.

Behind him were the Wei family's troops arrayed neatly.

They gathered around the foot of Wanguo Temple Mountain and poured heavy amounts of kerosene into the woods.

Wei Shaoqian said solemnly: "Monk Xuandu ignored the Buddhist precepts and seduced the emperor's concubine. He is a sin that cannot be punished. Set fire to the mountain and force this couple out!"

With a command, fire shot into the sky.

Hundreds of years old pines and cypresses and ancient trees were all on fire. The animals fled to other hills. The fire spread towards the mountain temple and scared away the flocks of elegant sparrows that were resting there.

Wei Shaoqian stared in the direction of the mountain gate.

He deliberately poured fire protection on the bluestone steps. As long as she comes out, she will be fine...

His hands were bruised by the reins, and even the reins were stained red with blood.

The man's eyes turned red.

As long as she comes out...

As long as she looks back...

he……

Still willing to marry her.

…

The main hall is majestic and solemn.

The lotus palace lanterns were hung high, casting pale golden light and shadow across the hall.

The golden Buddha is slightly tilted, looking down at the men and women in the hall with kind eyes.

Di Ji's makeup was exquisite, but it could not hide her paleness and weakness due to blood loss.

The famous monk took off his cassock and wore a brocade robe that made him handsome and handsome.

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Not late today

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