After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Before he had time to smash Nan Baoyi's head to bloodshed, the baby's cry suddenly came out from the room, stern and sharp.

Shen Yichao's chair froze in the air, and he never swung it down again.

Nan Baoyi raised her head, seemingly mocking: "Shen Xiaolangjun, sometimes, I don't understand you."

No longer looking at Shen Yichao's complicated face, she held the small flower basket and walked straight to the house.

Shen Yichao took a deep breath and slowly put down his chair.

After a while, the baby's crying gradually disappeared, replaced by the Shudi nursery rhymes, which are bright and relaxed, and somewhat gentle and gentle.

Shen Yichao's eyes are blood red.

He suddenly roared like a trapped beast, smashed the chair out vigorously, then squatted down to the ground, burying his face deep in his palms.

Smoke...

Power...

Prominent...

Those things he loved finally got farther and farther away from him.

In the past, my aunt always said that it doesn't matter if you go the wrong way, you can turn your head back.

Now he wants to look back, but behind him is the vast ocean and the vast abyss.

He clearly can't look back!

He sadly said, "Auntie, you have killed your nephew!"

...

forecourt.

Shen Jiang combed a high bun, with a smooth and full forehead, wearing an expensive and delicate purple palace dress, sitting on a soft couch by the window.

The passage of time did not detract from her beauty, but added grace to her that a girl did not possess.

She was sipping tea and listened blankly to the voices from the outer room.

It is indeed a person who has carried forward the Yuchi family. Even if he hasn't appeared in more than two decades, Yuchi Qinghuan still manages freely, and soon redeploys the Jiangnan army.

In just half a day, he completely controlled Jiangnan.

He even gathered the power of all the aristocratic families in the south. He was more ruthless than Yuchi Changgong.

The outside room fell silent.

The sound of opening the bead curtain came.

Shen Jiang did not look up: "What do you plan to do with this palace?"

Yu Chi Qinghuan had already cleaned up her appearance.

Although he is middle-aged, he has a good foundation. He is tall and tall, his eyebrows are deep and wild, and his eyes are full of aggressiveness.

He looked at Shen Jiang recklessly and raised the corner of his mouth: "The empress Shen in my impression is the one who will repay him. Why, is this giving up resistance?"

"Knowing that you won't want the life of this palace, I'm not in a hurry." Shen Jiangman carelessly, "This palace is the mother of the new emperor, and the woman Xiao Yu is thinking of. What this palace cares about is to be your hostage. Eat well and live well."

Yu Chi Qinghuan sat next to her, with a profound meaning: "You and I have also had a relationship with dew, even if you killed me, I will not treat you badly. I like to conquer women with vicious temperament, if Empress Shen doesn't mind— —"

Shen Jiang avoided his hand.

She straightened her back: "My palace is old and unsightly."

Yu Chiqing laughed loudly: "If you are unsightly, there will be no woman in the world who can see it!"

He laughed, poured a glass of wine, and drank as he said: "In my eyes, there are no permanent enemies in the world. It only depends on whether the interests are the same. Queen Shen wants the Northern Expedition, just because I also have the meaning of the Northern Expedition. You and I. Why not forget the past grievances for a while and conspire with the world?"

Shen Jiang said nothing.

Now she just wants to know if Xiao Yu is Zhaonu.

She no longer had the thoughts of the Northern Expedition.

Seeing that she did not speak, Yu Chiqing continued: "I have written a war note to the north and agreed to fight in three days. Queen Shen is interested in watching the battle? You know Xiao Daoyan's combat style better than I do. You are here, right The South is of great benefit."

Shen Jiang picked up the tea cup.

The tea has cooled completely.

She took a sip slowly and said: "Yes."

If Xiao Yu is Zhaonu...

When he saw her with his former mortal enemy with his own eyes, how could he gaffe?

As long as it is proved that he is not Zhaonu, then she can continue the Northern Expedition, continue to be her empress, and continue to have no guilt for the crimes committed over the past two decades.

Shen Jiang's hand holding the tea cup couldn't help shaking.

There is a shallow expectation hidden in his eyes, and there is also an overwhelming complexity.

...

Yuchi Qinghuan left the room, and just stepped out of the threshold, she ran into Yuchi Beichen who had been waiting for a long time.

Yuchi Beichen was wearing a plain robe, and his crying eyes were still red and swollen.

He saluted and whispered: "Foster father, I have buried my father and sister well. I heard that you put my sister Baoyi under house arrest. I don't know where the house arrest is. Can I visit? I still heard the vice general say , You sent someone to give Xiao Dao the war book, are you planning to take Sister Baoyi and A Chou hostages and threaten him on the battlefield? This is not the work of a gentleman—"

"Things of nothing!"

Yu Chiqing reprimanded.

He held his hand and said coldly: "If you want her, I can give her to you tonight. As for the baby, keeping her is an eye-catcher. If I were you, I would have thrown her to death! Take her as a hostage. What about it, without that little drag oil bottle, wouldn’t it be better to ask her to give you another one? A woman, after playing for a long time, she will kiss you too, why shrink so much!"

Yuchi Beichen pursed his lips and bowed his head silently.

Yu Chi Qinghuan got angry when he saw his wretched look, and waved a big hand: "Get away!"

Yuchi Beichen was taken aback by his sharply raised voice, gave a bow, and ran away hurriedly.

Yuchi Qinghuan looked at his unworthy back, and then remembered the unworthy Yuchi Changgong.

He lifted his foot and twisted a fallen flower under the twisting corridor fiercely, with a hideous expression on his face.

...

That night.

Yuchi Beichen sat in the bedroom, staring at a candlelight in a daze.

In front of him was the unfolded insole, which was made by his aunt before her death, and he was reluctant to wear it.

Next to the insole is a set of celadon tea cups used by sister Baoyi. Although they have already been cleaned, he still reluctant to put them away and just put them on the table to watch at any time.

When it was dim, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

He got up to open the door, and the two wives were brought in carrying a big red brocade.

The old woman smiled like a flower: "Congratulations, Mr. Hexi, Mr. Hexi, the family master specially ordered to give you a good thing. The night is long, please enjoy it slowly!"

They put the brocade on the bed and walked away winking.

Yuchi Beichen frowned suspiciously.

He walked slowly to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand fearfully, and carefully lifted the corner of the brocade.

Crow blue hair fell across his shoulders, and the familiar face came into view, snow-white and delicate, Dan Feng's eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his brows and eyes were delicate.

The collarbone is white and clear, like a mutton jade carving...

He was startled, his cheeks flushed quickly.

He didn't dare to look down anymore, and quickly let go as if he had encountered boiling water.

He turned his back and touched his hot cheeks. He couldn't believe that Yu Chi Qinghuan sent someone directly to bring Sister Baoyi over!

"Fuck!"

He cursed fiercely, raised his hand to wipe his face, but he wiped a nosebleed from one hand.

Nan Baoyi just woke up.

She snorted and touched her aching head.

She was trying to make flower cakes, and didn't watch out for someone hitting her head with a stick.

She sat up with difficulty, raised her eyes to see Yuchi Beichen, and couldn't help being stunned: "Yuchi?!"

Yuchi Beichen did not dare to turn around, wiping his nosebleeds, his face was as dark as water: "You can't stay in Jiangnan anymore!"

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