After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The eldest princess put on her earrings.

She turned around and stared at Nan Baoyi seriously: "It is said that the difference between a high family and a poor family is the difference between cloud and mud. But I feel that heroes should be regarded as heroes regardless of their origins. Hundreds of years ago, the eight aristocratic families in Chang'an City were once again Is there any farmer who doesn’t dig food from the soil?”

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

Does the eldest princess... promise her?

A great feeling of joy arose spontaneously.

She couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and she solemnly handed over her hands: "Thank you, Princess!"

"Hey, what are you talking about in private?"

A smiling female voice suddenly sounded.

The maid picked up the bead curtain and said respectfully: "Your Highness, Mrs. Zhao and Miss Zhao are here to wish you a birthday."

The Nan sisters turned around and looked.

The noble lady who stepped into the bead curtain was born graceful and charming, and behind her were two girls, each dressed in rich and beautiful clothes, one was quiet and dignified, the other was lively and charming.

The eldest princess personally introduced: "This is Taiwei Zhao's wife. These are Taiwei Zhao's two daughters, Zhao Jinghong and Zhao Xiaoman. Mrs. Zhao, this is Azhou's concubine, Nanjia Baozhu. This is the new The appointed Secretary is Nan Baoyi."

We met each other.

Mrs. Zhao covered her sleeves and smiled: "Your Highness is not being kind. Why would you ask a concubine to come out on a happy day? I was still thinking about telling my little man to your A Zhou. When A Zhou was young, he often talked with me. My Xiaoman is a childhood sweetheart. During the years when Azhou disappeared, Xiaoman thought about him all day long, and he really liked him."

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She looked at Zhao Xiaoman. The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old, and she indeed looked shy and affectionate.

She looked at her little cousin again, but she turned her face away indifferently.

The eldest princess remained calm: "I heard that the queen intends to make Jinghong the third prince's concubine? Jinghong has a bright future, and Mrs. Zhao should be satisfied. Our government has never participated in court disputes, and the matter of marriage will be discussed later. Discuss."

The Zhao family is a member of the Queen's party.

If there is a marriage between the Zhenguo Palace and the Zhao family, it is equivalent to indirectly siding with the queen.

This is a situation that neither the Duke of Zhen Guo nor the eldest princess wants to see.

Mrs. Zhao laughed dryly and said nothing more.

Nan Baoyi accompanied Nan Baozhu out of the main courtyard.

Along the way, she couldn't help but glance at her little cousin's face a few more times.

As she walked through the verandah, she finally asked: "What's going on with the young master and Zhao Xiaoman? Are they really childhood sweethearts? I've never heard him mention it."

Nan Baozhu leaned against the beauty.

She picked up the jade bowl prepared on the railing, sprinkled some fish food into the water, and whispered: "Zhao Xiaoman came to the Duke's Mansion several times to find him, and he probably liked him. It's just that he was annoyed. At first I met him once or twice out of politeness, but then I simply refused."

"That's unrequited love." Nan Baoyi grabbed her sister's hand, "Zhuzhu, my young master is good-looking and has an unruly temper. He is exactly what many noble girls like. You can't like him just because other girls like him. , there was a rift with him, it was not his fault."

"I don't like him, so what does it matter what he does? It would be better for him to marry a girl from the Zhao family. If he gets married today, I will pack my bags and go back to my parents' home tomorrow! None of our sisters are getting married anymore.

It’s not bad to be an old girl for the rest of your life! "

Nan Baozhu talked eloquently.

Nan Baoyi blinked.

No, she didn't want to be an old girl.

She still wants to get married...

His eyes fell behind the little cousin.

The young man wearing a red gauze robe stood there with an expressionless face.

His eyebrows are clear, his lips are red and his teeth are white. The cold wind lifts his wide gold-woven sleeves, and his red crane-like demeanor is really as bright and flawless as the crystal snow on the mountains.

However, his eyes were particularly gloomy and terrifying.

Nan Baoyi coughed lightly: "Then, what's that, Zhuzhu? I'm wandering around in official circles now, so I can't stay in the backyard all the time. I'm going to the front yard to talk to my colleagues. You, please take it easy!"

She ran away in a flash.

Nan Baozhu was holding a small bowl of fish food, confused.

Why should she take it easy?

When she was at a loss, someone suddenly hugged her waist from behind.

The refreshing scent of orange comes from behind.

The young man had just gone through the period of voice change, and his voice was calm and clear: "What was sister talking about just now?"

Nan Baozhu was shocked.

No wonder Jiaojiao ran so fast, it turned out to be because she saw Ning Wanzhou!

She was a little scared and bit her lower lip uneasily——

However, Ning Wanzhou picked the tips of her teeth and forced her to open her mouth.

His fingertips smelled of tobacco.

He lowered his eyes, with a dark and domineering look in his eyes: "Don't allow sister to hurt yourself."

"Well……"

Nan Baozhu was forced to hold his index and middle fingers in her mouth, unable to speak at all.

Ning Wanzhou stared at her red lips. She didn't know what she thought of. Her red fox eyes were dark and lustful. She raised her eyebrows and slowly withdrew her fingers.

As if he still had more to say, he rubbed his lower lip with his fingertips, tilted his head and smiled: "Who wants to marry a girl from the Zhao family? Why does my sister want to go back to her parents' home?"

Nan Baozhu turned around, quite afraid of him.

As he grew older, his figure became taller and slender, even a head taller than her.

He was usually elusive, and he would suddenly appear outside the screen when she was bathing. There were a few days when she woke up early in the morning and found him sleeping on her couch!

Nan Baozhu intuitively felt that the fox could no longer control himself.

She tried her best to keep a straight face: "The Zhao family has already decided to marry each other. Mrs. Zhao also said that you and the girl from the Zhao family were childhood sweethearts. How can you not marry someone else? Since you have a childhood sweetheart waiting for you, why did you bother to provoke me in the first place? You Do you want to be the second Mr. Shen Xiaolang?"

She didn't mean to gossip behind anyone's back.

What Shen Yichao did was really shocking.

She listened to the maid chewing her tongue and Shen Yichao whipping his old love for the bride. This operation simply shocked her.

She doesn't want to be the second boss Han.

Ning Wanzhou sneered: "In the Dayong family, there are many social events. When I was young, I went to Zhao's house as a guest with several of my sisters. I only met her a few times, and we can be called childhood sweethearts? In this way, then I The green plums are almost all over Chang'an. Mrs. Zhao's nonsense has really tarnished these two words."

Nan Baozhu turned her face away and muttered: "You always have a sweet mouth..."

Ning Wanzhou stared at her pursed lips, her eyes becoming darker and darker.

He put Nan Baozhu in the beauty's arms and his arms, lowered his head and played with her golden steps: "Shen Yichao is Shen Yichao, and Ning Wanzhou is Ning Wanzhou. He has no heart, but I do."

He bowed his head, kissed the girl's ear gently, and said hoarsely, "Sister, I've been pestering you for so many years, why don't you think of me at all?"

The crisp orange fragrance seems to gradually burn, turning into a more intense fragrance on a cold winter day.

Nan Baozhu couldn't resist.

She mustered up the courage to push the boy away, covering her hot and crimson cheeks: "You, stay away from me!"

The handsome boy looks like a vixen.

And they are not evenly matched.

She is now in a humble position, and her only treasure is her sincerity and dignity.

But she didn't dare to take them out and give them to others easily.

Otherwise, she will be completely defeated in the future and she will have nothing left.

The girl rubbed her eyes, turned around and ran towards the end of the verandah.

…

Nan Baoyi came to the front yard.

The courtyard was full of distinguished guests, drinking and drinking, and the sound of strings and strings could be heard continuously. Taiwei Zhao Bing also brought twenty beautiful musicians and singers to add to the fun.

Nan Baoyi walked through the Taihu stone rockery, his face gradually becoming serious.

The girl wearing a light green gauze, sitting behind a low table with a pipa in her arms, is none other than Wen Zhining.

She was surrounded by two middle-aged officials with big bellies, who were smiling and admiring her frightened posture, and making jokes from time to time.

Xiao Zizhong was sitting lazily in the pavilion, playing cards with a few dandies.

Although he didn't glance at Wen Zhining, Nan Baoyi clearly noticed that the veins on the back of his hands undulated slightly.

It is a sign of anger.

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