After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

He pulled Nan Baozhu's shoulders and kissed her lips deeply.

Her taste was like sweet rose bean paste, or millet cake mixed with green orange and rose dew. It was a delicacy he had never tasted before.

He tasted it, forcefully and domineeringly.

Nan Baozhu was afraid.

She raised her wet almond eyes. The young man's fox eyes were so deep and dark, like a hunter who had finally caught his prey after going through all kinds of hardships and was about to skin and dismantle her.

He is so dangerous...

Nan Baozhu stretched out his hands and pressed them nervously against the boy's chest.

She left in such a hurry when she got married that she didn't even look at the fire escape plan.

She pushed Ning Wanzhou away and nervously moved to the corner of the bed.

She wiped her lips, lowered her head and muttered: "I, I'm not ready yet..."

Ning Wanzhou sat over.

The young man was tall, even when he was sitting, he was much taller than her.

He squeezed her into a small place, full of aggression.

He calmly unbuttoned Nan Baozhu's clothes: "When will sister be ready? I'm afraid she will never be ready. It's better to choose the day than to hit it. I want sister today."

He beat Zhao Wu.

But he failed to beat that scoundrel to death.

Although it was a cold winter day, the energy and blood all over the young man's body were boiling and burning, and he had to destroy something to regain his peace.

And Nan Baozhu is his most thirsty prey.

All clothes are gone.

It was a winter afternoon, and the snowy light was streaming in through the carved wooden windows. The hibiscus-colored bed curtain blocked most of the winter sun, but there was an alienated light and shadow jumping on the girl's body.

Nan Baozhu took the brocade quilt and covered herself embarrassingly: "Don't look..."

Ning Wanzhou took her into his arms.

He pulled the brocade quilt apart bit by bit.

With a slight smile in his fox eyes, he lowered his head and bit the girl's ear from behind: "Sister is very beautiful... I like her so much. Can I kiss your sister?"

Nan Baozhu's breathing was rapid.

How should she answer this kind of question?

She was forced to lean into his arms, and his arms were across her chest, cutting off her escape route.

The girl's thin white hands, painted with Danko, rested weakly on his arms. It was clear that she was a weak boy just like her a few years ago, but now her arms were slender and her muscles were as strong as steel.

Nan Baozhu lowered his head deeply and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Ning Wanzhou tilted her head: "Sister, if you don't speak, you are acquiescing."

He kissed Nan Baozhu's cheek tenderly and asked, "Sister, can you untie my robe for me?"

Even Nan Baozhu's pink neck turned crimson.

Things like taking off your robe...

How dare she do it!

"Sister is shy?" Ning Wanzhou's fox eyes turned into crescent moons, she held Nan Baozhu's hands and placed them on her own plate buckle, "Sister will obviously understand."

Nan Baozhu blushed and didn't dare to look into his eyes at all.

She lowered her head shyly and fumbled to untie him.

It was obviously an extremely simple thing, but her fingertips were trembling slightly, and she still couldn't figure it out.

In desperation, he poked the boy's chin with his fingertips, causing the boy to groan in pain.

The rough palm used to holding a sword held Nan Baozhu's small hand.

"Why did my sister become so stupid?"

There was a low laugh from above, with a shallow breath.

It's like teasing, but also like pampering.

Nan Baozhu finally broke down and got into bed with tears in her eyes: "I won't pay attention to you!"

Ning Wanzhou glanced at the bulging quilt and patiently lowered the curtain.

"I, I'm afraid of pain."

"I will be gentle and my sister will be good."

The unique smell of wind and snow on the young man gradually started to burn in the tent.

Gold-carved incense balls hang outside the curtain.

The cold wind blows open the carved windows, and the small golden bell at the bottom of the incense ball rings crisply.

When the wind stopped, the little golden bell was still tinkling fragilely.

…

Birthday party in the front yard.

The table is full of delicacies.

Nan Baoyi feasted and ate two full bowls of rice.

After wiping her hands and mouth, she noticed Han Yanliang stood up and left the table.

She had a lot to say to her, so she chased her away.

Passing the corner of the verandah, she saw Han Yanliang standing under the palace lantern, calmly gazing at the plum blossom tree outside the verandah, and said in an indifferent voice, "Come out."

Nan Baoyi secretly gave her a thumbs up.

As expected of Boss Han, he is indeed alert and alert.

She was about to walk out, but a noble man in white clothes walked out before her.

It's Shen Yichao.

Nan Baoyi was stunned and quickly hid in the corner, not daring to say anything.

Han Yanliang glanced sideways at Shen Yichao: "I came out to go to the toilet, what are you doing with me? What, the young man of the Shen family, wants to go to the toilet with me hand in hand?"

"Miss Han," Shen Yichao looked cold, "I came here just to warn you, stay away from my brother in the future."

A few plum blossoms with slanting branches poked into the verandah, blocking Nan Baoyi's view.

She couldn't see clearly what Boss Han's expression was.

But she should feel sad, right?

Han Yanliang smiled lowly: "Please tell Mr. Shen Xiaolang that it was your brother who imprisoned me beside him, and I didn't take the initiative to follow him, so you should tell your brother this kind of thing -"

"Han Yan Liang."

Shen Yichao interrupted her coldly.

His face was expressionless: "My brother is the legitimate son of a famous family, and he controls one hundred thousand Jinwu Guards. His status is just as high as mine. In the future, he will only marry noble girls from aristocratic families, do you understand?"

Han Yanliang was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Shen Yichao took a step forward and took out a pill from his arms: "If you want to leave the Shen Mansion, I am willing to help you. This is a fake death pill. If you take it, you can fake death for twelve hours. I will send you out. Mansion Shen, I will settle you in my villa on the outskirts of the city. Brother can't find you, and Xiao Daoyan can't find you either. From now on, you won't have any trouble again."

Han Yanliang raised his eyebrows.

She stared at the elixir and smiled: "Then, I will become your Shen Xiaolangjun's shady concubine, right?"

Shen Yichao asked back: "Do you think the outsider's status is low?"

Han Yanliang joked: "It depends on whose outer room it is. If it is your brother, I will be happy."

"Hanyanliang!"

"Any advice?"

Shen Yichao's breathing was rapid.

He stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, as if staring at a stranger.

She was so stubborn, and her smile was full of sarcasm, as if everything he was doing now was a joke in her eyes.

The shame and anger of losing control came to mind again.

He rolled his sleeves and said coldly: "My brother has very high standards. It is absolutely impossible for you to be his concubine! In consideration of our past friendship, I will give you two ways. One, fake your death and become my concubine. Second, I will tell my parents about your seduction of brother. You choose one!"

Nan Baoyi was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

The young master of the Shen family is really cruel and ruthless.

If you don't get it, destroy it. Who did he learn this from?

Did he ever have love for Boss Han?

When she was struggling, she suddenly heard Han Yanliang shouting loudly: "Mrs. Shen Er, your husband is forcing me to be his concubine. Come and see! Shen Yichao is forcing her to be a prostitute!"

"neat……"

Shen Yichao turned around nervously.

But there was nothing in the verandah.

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