After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Music sounds.

Xiao Zizhong sat lazily on the precious white tiger skin cushion, holding a jade chopstick in one hand, tapping the wine cup leisurely.

The wine in the wine cup was of different levels, and he played a melodious and sad music.

He hummed a nursery rhyme, his brows and eyes filled with amusement.

As Xiao Yi killed the tiger, the jade chopsticks broke, interrupting the little song.

"The jade is broken..."

Xiao Zizhong tilted his head and smiled.

In the field, Xiao Yi knelt on one knee, his left arm dripping with blood.

It was enough to use his bare hands, but he was wearing handcuffs and shackles, and he had not eaten yesterday. He faced the Lions and Tigers twice in a row, and he was unable to explode with the power he should have.

Although they won, violent shouts rang out from all directions.

It was those Hu businessmen who had bet heavily on the Tigers to win. They were insulting Xiao Yi in foreign languages.

Nan Baoyi whispered to the steward: "Take him down. No competitions are allowed for him in the next half month."

"Are you feeling distressed now?" Xiao Zizhong drank the glass of wine and chuckled, "It's a pity that your love for Xiao Daoyan is just a toy-like confinement and possession. I heard that he loved you very much in the past. I guess it was his sincere love. Mr. Nan, your love is as disgusting as my mother’s."

He threw away the white jade wine cup: "Go back to the palace."

Nan Baoyi watched him go away and held his hands indifferently: "Your Highness."

She is no longer afraid of bearing the reputation of being a bad person.

In fact, this is the result she wants.

…

The wind and snow howled, and the towering towers of the Nine-layered Palace were strewn about.

Xiao Zi stepped into Yikun Palace again.

The bedroom was as warm as a spring day, and there were more than a dozen newly bloomed peonies in a large wide-mouthed vase on the flower table.

The aloof Queen Shen, wearing a peony bun and a light undershirt, was teasing the cat with a long peacock tail feather.

Xiao Zizhong did not show any courtesy and leaned against the bead curtain coldly: "I have met the second emperor brother."

Shen Jiang listened without hearing.

She watched the cat jump up and flutter its feathers, and couldn't help showing a girlish and innocent smile, and said amusedly: "Good boy, jump higher, jump higher..."

"My son also met Ning'er."

"Hey, why did the cat dirty its tail?"

Shen Jiang squatted down in surprise, held the cat in his arms, and carefully stroked its snow-white tail that was stained with charcoal ash.

"boom!"

Xiao Zizhong rolled his sleeves and overturned the vase without any scruples.

The vase was smashed to the ground, the gorgeous peonies were cut into pieces by the white porcelain pieces, the petals lay on the ground, and a rich and sweet floral fragrance suddenly filled the air.

Xiao Zizhong said carefully: "Listen to me."

The bedroom is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.

The maids held their breaths and lowered their heads in fear.

Shen Jiang hugged the cat and slowly raised his eyes.

Xiao Zizhong's eyes turned red as he walked into the bead curtain step by step: "Back then, you promised my son that as long as I never see Ning'er again,

Just let her go. But what have you done now? You sent Ning'er to the Jiaofang Department... She is a noble girl who has been loved by many people since she was a child. How could you humiliate her like this? You even, you even killed Qingyang! I returned to Beijing originally to attend Qingyang's wedding, but now I can only attend Qingyang's first seven weddings! "

Shen Jiang sat on the imperial concubine's couch.

She gently stroked the frightened cat in her arms, looking at Liang Bo with her phoenix eyes: "Xiao Zizhong, we haven't seen you for two years. Is this your attitude towards me?"

"Qingyang is my sister, and Ning'er is my childhood sweetheart!"

"I am your mother!"

Mother and son confront each other, neither giving in to the other.

After a long time, Shen Jiang said: "Allowing Wen Zhining to live until now is an extra favor from me. If you want her to come out of the Jiaofang Division, you can, but you must marry Zhao Jinghong."

"My son doesn't love her."

"You have to marry even if you don't love her. The Zhao family is very important. If you want to sit firmly in the East Palace, you must have strong support from the in-law family."

"My son is unwilling to take charge of the East Palace."

The cat in my arms fluttered and began to meow impatiently.

Shen Jiang let go of Mao'er and dusted his skirt coldly: "Think about Wen Zhining."

Xiao Zizhong clenched his fists.

It turns out that when the queen mother left Ning'er behind, she didn't do it out of mercy.

But to be able to use her to control him today.

It turns out that two years ago, she planned what happened today.

It was obviously warm as a spring day in the palace, but there was a bone-chilling chill that spread along the young man's tailbone.

He stared at Shen Jiang, Qingyue's young voice was hoarse: "Mother, the seal of the East Palace is stained with the blood of the eldest brother and Qingyang, so I dare not take it."

He turned away indifferently.

The female officer knelt on the ground and beat Shen Jiang's calf.

She said warmly: "Your Highness is young and energetic, and still doesn't understand the benefits of power."

Shen Jiang closed his eyes: "If he didn't look more like the Shen family, why would I support him?"

After a pause, she suddenly said: "How do you think the children of the Shen family compare with the children of the royal family?"

The female officer lowered her head.

Although the movements of his hands remained the same, his heart was filled with horror.

Could it be that the empress not only wanted to be the emperor, but also wanted to make the son of the Shen family the crown prince?

This is so ridiculous.

She said respectfully: "The eldest husband of the Shen family is good at leading troops in battles, but not good at balancing the court. Although the younger husband of the Shen family is very resourceful, he is too aloof and aloof. The slave thinks that the children of the Shen family are not as good as the empress." My own child.”

Shen Jiang glanced at her.

She twitched her lips and didn't mention it any more.

…

The snow in Chang'an City stretches endlessly.

Nan Baoyi secretly returned to Nan Mansion with Xiao Yi.

He was injured, and she wanted him to have a good environment to recover.

Like a thief, the girl stuck her head out from the verandah and looked around. When she saw that there was no maid or servant, she turned back and waved to Xiao Yi to follow.

Xiao Yi looked ugly.

The Nan family is also considered his home. What's going on when he comes back and is so invisible?

Seeing his cold face, Nan Baoyi had no choice but to step forward and hold his arm: "Second brother doesn't know something. Because I brought Ah Ruo to my house to raise, my grandmother was very angry, and she even took her anger out on you."

After all, in the eyes of the grandmother, A Ruian is the child of the second brother and his concubine.

What's going on with her raising the children of her ex-husband and her concubine?

When we get married in the future, people will think she is carrying a tartar bottle.

Xiao Yi pressed her against the wall and looked down at her with an evil look: "Does your elder still want to marry you to another man?"

Before Nan Baoyi could answer, a shout suddenly came from across the verandah.

The two of them looked at each other and saw Nan Guang holding the hem of his robe in one hand and walking around menacingly.

He grabbed Nan Baoyi, pointed at Xiao Yi and cursed: "Stay away from Jiaojiao!"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows.

His father-in-law actually came back from Shengjing.

Come back as soon as you come back, still looking like a cockfighter.

He clearly remembered that when he first arrived in Chang'an, this guy had kindly called him to kiss his son-in-law.

Nan Guang took Nan Baoyi aside and said with a fierce face: "He is a prisoner now, a slave, why are you entangled with him?! Jiaojiao, you have a great future, you can't be confused!"

Nan Baoyi looked back.

The second brother wears coarse and short brown clothes, and his ponytail is tied with a simple strip of black cloth. His feet are still wearing shackles that symbolize slave status.

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