After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Shen Yichao's eyes kept wandering between Han Yanliang and Shen Yijue.

He had sensed something was wrong before, but considering the huge difference in status between his brother and Han Yanliang, and his always being rational, he thought it was impossible for his brother to fall in love with a girl from a poor family.

But now it seems...

Could it be that Brother really has a crush on Han Yanliang?

It shouldn’t be!

Of course, a legitimate son from a famous family like Brother A must marry a noble daughter of a noble family.

Even if he liked Han Yanliang, there was no way A Niang would agree to their marriage.

Thinking of this, Shen Yichao was inexplicably relieved.

Wei Chuchu was different from what he thought.

She said angrily: "Brother, I am the bride of the Wei family, but you have never given me a good look since the day I entered the house. Now that you are supporting outsiders and humiliating me, am I not the Shen family? Or am I? , this vixen is your Shen family member?!"

Shen Yijue said in a deep voice: "Open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, vixen, is this the upbringing of a noble lady from your Wei family?"

Shen Yichao immediately reminded: "Chu Chu, don't be rude to your brother."

Wei Chuchu snorted aggrievedly, turned around and ran away.

Shen Yichao had no choice but to bow to his brother apologetically.

He glanced at Han Yanliang complicatedly again before chasing after Wei Chuchu.

After they left, Shen Yijue glanced at Han Yanliang's clothes.

He hesitated and asked: "Isn't it really bad-looking?"

Han Yanliang smiled and shook her skirt: "What do you think?"

"That day when I was walking down the street, I saw this skirt embroidered with the word "Fu" hanging in a shop. It looked very auspicious, so I wanted to buy it for you. My brother said, you have had a rough life and you are a person with poor fortune. So there must be something in you that attracts blessings."

Shen Yijue made an understatement.

Han Yanliang was slightly startled.

Shen Yijue avoided her sight, turned and walked to the backyard: "Go and wish the eldest princess her birthday."

Han Yanliang stared at his back, raised her hand and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

She looked back and winked at Nan Baoyi: "I'm leaving!"

Nan Baoyi nodded.

She was very satisfied after watching this great drama of the Shen family.

Out of the girl's intuition, she felt that Da Shen seemed to have some interest in Boss Han. Thinking about Boss Han's situation in the Shen family, she didn't need to worry too much.

She took out a green orange from her arms, peeled the orange peel, and looked at the Basho Pavilion.

The bamboo curtains are rolled up high, and a small red clay stove for cooking wine is placed in the pavilion.

Those sitting around the pavilion having fun were all the young people with the highest status in the imperial city.

The Zhao sisters are also here.

Zhao Xiaoman held his cheeks and said with a lively smile: "Sister Zhining, why don't you speak? I think back in those days, your pipa was the most melodious, sister Wen Tong's white string dance was the most wonderful, my sister's zheng was the most exciting, and the two Nings My sister’s gold and stone chimes are the most elegant and dignified…Sister Zhining, since you are holding the pipa, why don’t you play a piece for us?”

Everyone in the pavilion frowned one after another.

Friends from the past get together,

Of course you can play the piano and laugh.

But now that there is a huge disparity in status, Zhao Xiaoman asks Wen Zhining to play the pipa, obviously treating her as a laughing stock.

Zhao Xiaoman is too mean.

"Why, you don't want to?" Zhao Xiaoman tilted his head, "Sister Zhining, you are just the flower girl in my Zhaojiajiaofang Department now. We are willing to talk to you to reward you. Do you think that you are still The fiancee of His Highness the Third? His Highness is already engaged to my sister. Sister Zhining, if you are sensible, you should play a song for them to express your congratulations."

Wen Zhining still knelt and sat motionless.

Her cheek was gently pressed against Pipa, and her watery eyes were filled with confusion.

Xiao Zi twisted the card in his hand again.

The low-hanging long eyelashes concealed the emotions in his pupils.

Next to him sat Zhao Jinghong.

The girl rolled up her sleeves and poured tea for him calmly: "Xiao Man, please stop saying a few words."

"Sister, did I say something wrong? Although you and Wen Tong are handkerchiefs, it is a fact that the Wen family rebelled. After Wen Zhining became a guilty minister, what qualifications does she have to sit with us again? She was slapped in public back then Your Highness, the Third Highness, scolded Your Highness for not distinguishing between right and wrong, a traitor and evil, and even tore up the marriage contract in public to humiliate His Highness, who is she?"

"Xiaoman!"

"Sister, please leave me alone. If you don't let her know how powerful our Zhao family is today, she will still covet His Highness the Third Highness in the future!" Zhao Xiaoman said plausibly, "Wen Zhining, you can no longer fit into our circle. Do you understand or not?!”

Wen Zhining lowered his head.

Her thin white fingertips were tightly clasped on the red sandalwood pipa. She stared blankly at the strings, unable to understand Zhao Xiaoman's words.

Zhao Xiaoman was angry: "You——"

"enough."

A gloomy voice sounded slowly.

Xiao Zizhong placed the tea cup on the short table.

The hot tea that had just been filled spread along the lines of the low table, dripping all over the floor.

His voice was cold: "Except for Zhao Xiaoman, everyone here knows the truth about the Wen family's rebellion. After all, you were all present when we gathered on the beacon tower."

I don't know what I remembered, and the atmosphere in the pavilion gradually became solemn and solemn.

"This palace still remembers the time when we climbed the beacon tower hand in hand, and how we young people guided the country with great enthusiasm. Brother Huang said that he wanted to overthrow this sluggish court, and he wanted to create a prosperous age for us young people, a prosperous age for aristocratic families and A prosperous age for poor families, a truly prosperous age for great harmony.

"We made such a thorough plan. We thought that Brother Huang and the Wen family would be able to successfully capture the palace, but we were unexpectedly ambushed."

Xiao Zizhong's gaze scanned everyone's eyes one by one.

He bent his fingers and tapped the low case: "Someone snitched on you."

Everyone was silent.

Among them, there is the eldest son of the Zhou family, the sisters of the Zhenguo Palace, Wen Zhining, Zhao Jinghong, and the two children of the Pei family.

Xiao Zizhong poured a glass of wine himself and slowly poured it on the ground.

He tilted his head, his phoenix eyes were scarlet, and he stared at everyone with a smile: "This glass of wine is to commemorate the emperor's brother and his wife, the Wen family, and the innocent people who died in the palace incident. Informers should die!"

The eldest man of the Zhou family poured a glass of wine.

He imitated Xiao Zizhong and poured the wine on the ground: "Informers should die!"

Seeing this, others followed suit.

No one would admit that he was an informer.

Zhao Xiaoman panicked.

She had no idea that there were still these secrets hidden behind it!

She grabbed Zhao Jinghong's sleeve: "Sister?"

Zhao Jinghong ignored her, lowered his eyes, poured the wine on the ground, and murmured: "Informers should die..."

Nan Baoyi finished the orange quietly.

She was a little far away from Basho Pavilion. She only saw that they seemed to be paying homage to someone, but she could not hear the conversation at all.

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the other side.

Nan Baozhu sat alone in the garden, staring at the falling snow in the garden.

Deep in the flower path, two people staggered towards them.

The husband of the Zhao family was supported by the servant and cursed: "My sister will be the queen in the future, who dares to shame me?! Don't look at the current scenery of the Zhenguo Palace, in the future when the new emperor ascends the throne, he will definitely not be able to compare with my Zhao family! I'm just a drunken and frivolous maid. Who would give the prince the face to reprimand me in public?! I hate it——"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a delicate beauty sitting close to the beauty holding the building.

Nan Baozhu was well hidden by Ning Wanzhou and had never appeared among the powerful circles of Chang'an City.

The husband of the Zhao family saw her at first glance and rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "Where did this beauty come from..."

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