After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"How about sincerity, so what about insincerity?" Shen Jiang said casually, "Remember, killing a beast with disloyal intentions is certainly an option, but subduing her is actually a better choice. Can you destroy me? , it depends on her ability. Whether you can convince her depends on my methods. What are you worried about? "

"Your Majesty is extremely resourceful, but this slave is worrying too much."

Another female officer hurriedly came in and said respectfully: "Greetings to the empress! General Shen came in with a message. Wen Zhining has been detained in the sky prison for one night. I ask the empress to decide whether she lives or dies."

"Send Mu Xiangchen."

The flower streets and willow lanes of Chang'an City are concentrated in the West Garden, in the area of ​​Guang'en Temple and the Colosseum.

The Zhao family is one of the eight aristocratic families and controls more than half of the singing houses and flower buildings in the West Garden. They also preside over the operation of the official family education department named "Mu Xiangchen".

The women sent to Mu Xiangchen were usually the female relatives of guilty ministers who had been enslaved. They had studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood. They were much cleaner than other prostitutes, and they only catered to nobles and nobles.

The female officer reminded: "Your Majesty, the young lady of the Wen family was once the fiancée of the Third Highness's childhood sweetheart. Although she is no longer engaged, she is sent to the Jiaofang Department like this. If she is seen by the Third Highness... Your Majesty, Your Highness should come to Beijing in the next two days. ”

"The Zhao family's Jinghong is worthy of being the third prince's concubine."

Shen Jiang spoke coldly.

The female officer was stunned.

The Zhao family is one of the eight aristocratic families. The eldest daughter of the family, Zhao Jinghong, is the first choice for marriage between many princes, grandsons and young masters. At first, the emperor and empress intended for the marriage between Crown Prince Xiao Ning and Zhao Jinghong, but Xiao Ning and Wen Tong had loved each other since childhood. , therefore rejected the Zhao family's marriage.

The empress's choice of this marriage for the Third Highness is equivalent to bringing the Zhao family into the Third Highness's camp, which will be of great benefit to the Third Highness's future enthronement as emperor.

The female official asked in a low voice: "Has your Majesty made up her mind to allow Her Highness the Third Prince to take charge of the East Palace?"

Shen Jiang sketched the pattern on the glass window one stroke at a time.

Her pupils were dark: "Has a woman ever become emperor in history?"

This question is too bold.

The female official knelt down in horror: "Mother Qi, this has never happened before in the Central Plains countries!"

A hint of sarcasm with unknown meaning emerged from the corner of Shen Jiang's lips, and he turned around and walked deeper into the dormitory.

The golden candlesticks in the hall are scattered high and low.

The fog melted and water droplets rolled down the glass windows, blurring the pattern of the white fox mask.

Outside the window, the wind and snow filled the air, and the distant view of the palace city of Huang Wa Zhu Palace was blurry.

…

In the Colosseum, Nan Baoyi rode out.

The little cousin sent a maid to deliver a message to her, saying that in five days it would be the birthday of the eldest princess, and she was invited to attend a banquet at the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.

The first rank of Sili is the same as the second rank, which is regarded as an official position with real power.

When the eldest princess of Zhenguo Palace celebrated her birthday, she was willing to invite her concubine’s natal family to the banquet. This indirectly recognized her cousin’s natal family, and it also clearly represented that Zhenguo Palace loved her little cousin. It was for Xiaotang’s sake. My sister has a long face.

The haze that had shrouded my heart for many days finally dissipated a little.

Just what kind of birthday gift to buy is a question worth considering.

At the end of the street, the wind and snow were raging.

The crisp golden bells sounded from afar.

Nan Baoyi raised his eyes.

Countless black-armored guards opened the way, and a luxurious and exquisite Qixiang treasure car drove far away from the wind and snow.

There is a hexagonal gold tassel palace lantern hanging under the eaves, with the word "Xiao" inscribed on it, indicating that it is a royal vehicle.

The people around were surprised and commented:

"It's His Highness the Third Prince!"

"The Third Palace has returned from studying abroad!"

"I heard that King Yong rebelled. This time His Highness returns to the capital. I'm afraid he will be made the Crown Prince?"

Nan Baoyi stared at the Qixiang treasure car.

The fine and exquisite green bamboo curtains are half rolled up, and the young man sitting lazily inside is only eighteen or nineteen years old. He has a golden crown in his hair and wears a red brocade robe with an open placket. He is tall and beautiful, and his appearance is very similar to that of the Shen family.

The treasure car was filled with the fragrance of wine, surrounded by plump and thin beauties. Some were holding pipa in their arms, and some were laughing, all surrounding him to flatter him. It was very elegant and lively.

Nan Baoyi was about to give way when another team came from behind her.

Jinwu Guard escorted a prison car.

Wen Zhining was being held in the prison car.

The girl's shoes and socks were nowhere to be found, and her torn green skirt barely covered her ankles, exposing her feet that were red and frostbitten.

The cold wind lifted the hem of her skirt, and her slender white calves were covered with ambiguous finger marks.

There was a fresh bruise on her forehead, and blood coagulated on her temples, making her look very embarrassed.

She seemed to be stimulated, huddled tightly in the corner of the cage, holding her head and murmuring like a frightened cub.

Nanbao's clothes stand in the middle of the street.

The Qixiang treasure car and the prison car passed by her on both sides.

She heard someone among the people sigh:

"Think about how glorious it was when the Wen family was at its peak! The eldest daughter of the Wen family married the crown prince, and the youngest daughter of the Wen family pointed it out to His Highness. Speaking of which, the youngest daughter of the Wen family and His Highness were childhood sweethearts!"

"Then why didn't His Highness save the little girl of the Wen family?"

"Hey! When the Wen family was imprisoned, the little girl of the Wen family knelt outside the third prince's house in the rain, begging the third prince to save her parents. It happened that the third prince was the presiding judge in the Wen family's case, and he personally sent Mr. Wen to prison. On the execution ground. So the little girl of the Wen family angrily tore up the marriage contract, slapped the third prince in public, scolded him for being a traitor and evil, and wanted to draw a clear line with him. Doesn't this mean we have broken up?"

Now the two people are in two different situations in heaven and earth, which makes the listeners sigh.

Nan Baoyi held on to the reins tightly.

She watched the prison van drive away, recalling the scars on Wen Zhining's body. The thick hemp rope almost rubbed the delicate palms to blood.

The Qixiang Baochai stopped behind her.

The guard came over and asked: "Master Nan, our Highness invites you to come over and speak."

Nan Baoyi turned over and dismounted.

She slowly walked outside the incense carriage and bowed in the wind and snow: "Greetings to His Highness, Third Highness."

The laughter of women could be heard in the car.

No one responded to her.

After a long time, a young man from Qingyue spoke up: "I heard that a female official came out of Chang'an City. I think she must be you, Mr. Nan. You are very capable of catching the remnants of the Wen family."

His attitude was too polite, almost joking.

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The young man smiled again and said, "Mr. Nan, is there anyone in this world that you would risk your life to love?"

"……have."

"Then I should let Mr. Nan have a taste of the heart-wrenching feeling."

As soon as the words fell, the golden bell rang.

The hexagonal palace lantern swayed again.

The Seven-Fragrant Treasure Car drove through the wind and snow and continued towards the Colosseum.

The wheels rolled over the snow, and the snow gravel splashed by the horse's hooves hit the side of Nan Baoyi's face. The frosted texture made her cheeks hurt.

She stood alone.

…

Because the eldest princess loves wine, Nan Baoyi spent a lot of money to buy the treasure of their restaurant - two jars of vintage Taixi Bai from a big wine shop that the Nan family had befriended.

It was mid-afternoon when we returned to the Colosseum with some good wine.

The big steward was walking around the gate as if he was anxious about something.

Seeing her coming back, he hurriedly came up to her and said incoherently: "Master, the Third Highness, he, he, he, he insisted on ordering twenty-seven to fight the lion... Later, twenty-seven won, and he forced him to fight the tiger again. Fight! There’s no reason to fight twice in a row. Isn’t this intentional to cause death?!”

Twenty-seven is Xiao Yi's number.

Nan Baoyi had already expected it.

The Colosseum was filled with business travelers from all over the world, as well as many desperadoes, gamblers, and dignitaries. They each hugged Orchid's beautiful concubine, placed large bets, and screamed and shouted at the venue crazily. .

It was obviously a freezing cold winter, but the man in the field was only wearing a pair of thin black trousers. His naked and muscular upper body was dripping with oily sweat, and half of his body was covered in blood.

He licked the blood on the corner of his mouth wickedly, twisted his neck, and suddenly rolled over the tiger's back arrogantly.

His hands were shackled, and the iron chain was tightly wrapped around the tiger's neck from behind. Danfeng's eyes were full of scarlet blood, with the smell of fighting for his life.

Nan Baoyi watched quietly.

At this moment, the hustle and bustle of heaven and earth left her.

She suddenly felt a little aware of how she was covered in blood in the Shengjing Palace in her previous life and was dragged through the palace alley by Gu Chongshan. He passed her by but had to endure it.

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