After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The jailer opened the door.

The man who was brought in was wearing black uniforms and was handcuffed like other felons in the imperial court. Although he was a prisoner, his appearance was as handsome and dazzling as before, lighting up the dark lobby like a orchid orchid tree.

He didn't suffer, and Nan Baoyi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of Xiao Yi's special status, even if he is now a prisoner, he is still qualified to sit in the hall. The jailer even considerately served him a cup of hot fragrant tea.

Nan Baoyi looked at him drinking tea carelessly and cursed a few times in his heart.

This guy was enjoying himself in Guang'en Temple, but he asked her to run around outside...

She endured her dissatisfaction and said calmly: "The interrogation can begin."

Taishi Wei presided over the trial and was the first to sound the alarm.

Shen Yichao picked up the petition and read it clearly.

Together with Emperor Qingyang, he forced the palace...

Robbery criminals…

Breaking into the city gate without permission...

Provoke Jinwuwei...

Everything is leaning towards stealing the country and committing rebellion.

After finishing reading, it was already a quarter of an hour later.

Shen Yichao put down the petition, picked up the tea cup and took a few sips.

Grand Master Wei nodded and looked at Xiao Yi: "May I ask King Yong if what is stated in the petition is true?"

Xiao Yi chuckled: "If what I say is not true, will Grand Master believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Taishi Wei smiled and stroked his beard, his eyes were particularly cold and cruel, "With all the wives of Jinwu Guards and Yikun Palace as witnesses, the crime of conspiracy is certain. I am loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and I have a breeze on my sleeves. I wish I could do it for The country is in ruins, and the worst thing to do is to see someone rebel and force the palace. I think King Yong deserves to die."

He pulled out a sign from the bamboo tube, waved his sleeves, and threw it at Xiao Yi's feet.

On the signature, the word "death" is engraved in golden tripod script.

Taishi Wei was still smiling: "I have made a verdict. Three lords, please?"

Nan Baoyi's phoenix eyes were clear in black and white, and he looked at Shen Yichao quietly.

A narrow escape from death.

The only turning point is probably at Shen Yichao's place.

If he is not sentenced to death, then the second brother will definitely be safe and sound.

Shen Yichao played with the tea cup, seeming undecided.

Taishi Wei whispered softly: "Son-in-law, I don't need to elaborate on how Chu Chu was injured in Yikun Palace, right? If you let him go, Chu Chu will probably have a problem with you."

Shen Yichao looked at Xiao Yi.

Yesterday, Chu Chu came home crying.

Her body was covered in blood, and when the doctor was bandaging it, she cried until she almost fainted.

She lay in his arms and begged him softly to make the decision.

How painful it was for her.

The culprit of all this is Xiao Yi.

He regarded him as his cousin and worked hard for him when he was in South Vietnam, but he didn't even want to save any face for Chu Chu.

Shen Yichao looked coldly: "When I was in South Vietnam, I told Your Highness that when I return to Chang'an, I will still be loyal to the emperor's aunt.

Your Highness, it seems that you and I have different paths after all. "

The signature fell to the ground.

The golden tripod text with the word "death" presents a cold texture.

Nan Baoyi put his hands in his sleeves and dug his nails into his palms.

She stared at Shen Yichao in disbelief.

The other party's side face was stern, and he just lowered his eyes and looked through the files indifferently.

His white clothes are spotless, and his snow-white hairband makes him look youthful, elegant and elegant.

And his tone was so condescending.

The young man of the Shen family...

The young man of the Shen family who once chatted and laughed with them in Jinguan City...

Nan Baoyi was silent and took out the signature from the lottery tube.

The bamboo stick with a green head is clearly engraved with the word "生".

She solemnly arranged the signatures on the table: "I want King Yong to be born."

She glanced at Pei Shangshu Ling.

Now the only hope is this strange official.

She said dumbly: "It is a fact that King Yong broke into the palace without permission, and it is also a fact that he robbed Emperor Qingyang. But King Yong never attacked the noble lady, nor did he kill Shen Yijue, nor did he cause any turmoil. He just wanted to have everything fulfilled. He just wants his sister to get a little bit of happiness before she dies. If human nature can lead to a death penalty, then I dare to ask you, sir, where do you place the rules of human ethics?"

Grand Master Wei twirled his beard and sneered: "How can Mr. Nan have the nerve to talk to me about human ethics? Emperor Qingyang ran away from my Wei family's marriage and had an affair with a monk. Such a bitch, is she worthy of mentioning human ethics?! Sir Pei? , you should know how to judge."

Nan Baoyi also looked at Pei Muan.

Shangshu Ling, who is nearly forty years old, comes from a well-known family, but has never married a wife or taken any concubines.

He is obsessed with refining elixirs and seeking immortality all day long, and is a strange thing among high-ranking officials.

Because he has been taking medicinal powder for a long time, his appearance is not inferior to that of Xiao Yu, and because he is famous in the world for his regular calligraphy skills, he is aloof and cool, so he has a bit more elegance accumulated over the years than ordinary noble sons.

He put down the tea cup and looked at Xiao Yi calmly.

He regretted: "Back then, the Crown Prince's appearance and magnanimity were the best in Chang'an, but I didn't expect His Highness King Yong to be even more outstanding and unparalleled in the world. It would be a pity if he died like this with such a handsome appearance."

He rolled up the cuffs of the gold-woven Baoxianghua, stretched out his jade-colored hands, and picked out a green-headed bamboo stick from the stick tube.

Master Wei frowned: "Pei Mu'an!"

Pei Mu'an was gentle and elegant: "Although Taishi Wei has a good relationship with the Queen, he has never understood the Queen. Emperor Qingyang has just passed away, and the Queen must not be able to bear the pain of losing another son."

After saying this, he lined up the bamboo sticks next to Nan Baoyi's bamboo sticks.

The final word.

Nan Baoyi's hanging heart was quietly relieved.

Two for life, two for death.

At least the second brother will not be sentenced to death.

How to deal with it must be discussed before making arrangements.

Grand Master Wei and others left one after another and went to have lunch on the street.

Nan Baoyi sat next to Xiao Yi.

Rows of undulating lights burned on both sides of the lobby. The tower was cold and damp, and the dark torture instruments hanging on the walls made it even more terrifying.

She touched the shackles on Xiao Yi's wrists and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yi stared at her.

The little girl wore an official robe with a dragon head and fish pattern, and tied a high ponytail with a black ribbon. Her face was white and tough, with clear black and white pupils, as if she could bravely bear all disasters.

She is no longer the frail and clumsy Nan Jiaojiao that she was in Jinguan City back then.

She is trustworthy.

He smiled with thin lips: "It doesn't hurt."

"Liar." Nan Baoyi touched his wrist distressedly, "It's bleeding, but you still say it doesn't hurt..."

Xiao Yi's eyes were gentle.

The little girl's eyes were full of distress, and her white and soft fingertips touched his wound, as if soaked in warm spring water, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

She pouted sadly, her lips as red as petals.

It is the only warm color in the deserted and dark Guangen Temple tower.

After looking at it for a moment, he slowly looked away: "In another half month, it will be the day for the aristocratic family to criticize. If the Nan family wants to be among the aristocratic families, it must make good friends with other aristocratic families. I have already said hello to the Duke of Zhenguo and the Zhou family. , the rest depends on Nan Jiaojiao’s own abilities.”

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