After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi lowered his head, saw his appearance, and immediately understood what he meant.

She gritted her teeth.

She is a person who has given birth to a child, and Yu Chi Qinghuan actually sent her to someone else's bed, what a jerk!

She said crisply: "You want to take me back to Jiangbei? But I am a hostage, so many eyes are staring in the mansion, how can I get off?"

Yuchi Beichen's hands were hanging on the side of his legs, and his knuckles were faintly white because of the tight grip.

He said in a deep voice, "He controlled the military power in Jiangnan, but failed to control the hearts of the people. I grew up in this mansion since I was a child. Although it was just a concubine, it does not mean that I have no confidant. He is going to fight Jiangbei to the death. Let's take advantage of him. The night before the rectification of soldiers and horses was in chaos and escaped from the house.

Nan Baoyi Danfeng had bright eyes.

She said softly: "We?"

Yuchi Beichen bit his lip.

He lowered his head and his voice trembled: "I, I don't like the Baoyi sister just now. She is indecent and has lost her dignity. It is not what Baoyi sister should look like...

"I hate him for belittling you, hating him for killing my father, hating him for slaughtering aristocratic families at will! I am willing to go to Xiao Daoyan, I am the last blood of the Yuchi family, as long as Xiao Daoyan kills Yuchi Qinghuan, I can help him conquer the hearts of Jiangnan !"

At the end of the talk, he was decisive.

It seemed to have completely let go of the obsession with the girl, and also carried a burden that the young master should carry.

The lights are gentle.

Nan Baoyi's eyes were reddened, and she was touched: "I don't have many friends in my life, Yuchi, you are the friend I hope to be able to meet and help each other when I grow old."

Yuchi lowered his head and smiled gently.

But tears rolled on the feet and disappeared into the shadow of the ground like water.

...

Early the next morning.

Nan Baoyi returned to the small courtyard to the east.

This is the worst courtyard in Yuchi Mansion. Not only is there overgrown weeds, but the paint on the veranda of the hand-shoulder has faded and peeled off, and there is no maid waiting for it.

Nan Baoyi walked back to her bedroom quickly, and looked at Ah Chou anxiously.

Yu Chi Qinghuan wanted to take A Chou as a hostage, so she didn't mean to freeze and starve her. The nurse had just come to breastfeed, and the little guy slept soundly in the swaddle.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that there was dinner on the table that she hadn't had time to eat yesterday, she was about to soak in hot water and eat two mouthfuls. Suddenly, she heard the sound of babbling singing from next door.

The delicate small eyebrows couldn't help but lock up.

She put down her cold buns and walked out the corridor curiously.

The door of the hall next door was open.

Mr. Shen Jia Xiaolang, who used to be the best in Chang'an, got a Tsing Yi costume with a symmetrical pattern of female flowers from nowhere. His ten fingers were painted with bright red Danko, his long hair reached knees, and his clean face was outlined with a beautiful makeup. , Singing opera ballads like sleepwalking.

He stared into the void, sang, as if seeing something, suddenly showing a look of yearning, flicking his sleeves, and reaching out to touch it foolishly.

However, it was like smoke across the river from the moon in the water. He tried his best to catch it, but in the end it was in vain and he could not catch anything...

His singing became more and more sad:

"Could it be that the bun is exquisitely swayed, the skirt is dragged around and the ring is dingdong, the wind is blowing in front of the iron horse eaves, the bell is ringing in the Vatican Palace, I am here to listen to the east of the wall, but it turns out that it is from the west. Renren Lisitong...

"He doesn't make a sword and spear, he doesn't follow the example of the mountain and crane. He doesn't try to get the wind and moon high, but he is like a child whispering in the small window...

"He is poor in thinking and hatred. They only lost the male and female for the young and phoenix. He has not finished his song, and I have understood it. It is clear that it is the Shrike and the Shrike.

"West Chamber".

Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.

When I was in Jinguan City in the past, it was considered one of the most popular dramas in Yulou Spring. Boss Han especially liked to listen to this, and he had personally sang on stage.

At that time, Shen Yichao was also disgusted with the boss of Han, who was born in the third class, and the songs he sang were all gaudy and vulgar things that were not on the stage, but he was pure and noble.

But today, I was actually willing to put down the air of a famous man, put on a costume and pretend to be a Tsing Yi, and sang the songs he looked down upon in the past.

And in his eyes, Fanghua loomed, raising his sleeves to cover half of his handsome face, his posture was as affectionate as a teenager and shy, as if he had seen the old boss He Han's romantic appearance.

Nan Baoyi was confused for a while.

She said: "Shen Yichao, what's the use of your actions like this? You can't come back, whether boss Han, or your old position in Changan, you can't come back."

Shen Yichao didn't seem to hear her.

He pinched Lanhua's fingers and stared into the void, as if muttering to himself: "When I went to Jinguan City in the past, I always disliked her from being a ninth-rank, but I don’t know that my own virtues are worse than the ninth-rank...

"If I can go back to the past, I will not mock her for being incomprehensible, and I will definitely not belittle her vulgar and lowly...

"She loves to listen to music, so I sing it to her. She wants to read, so I teach her carefully. I can also take her to her parents and tell everyone bravely like Brother, It’s cold, it’s the girl I Shen Yichao thinks that Ming Media is marrying..."

The phrase "Ming Media is getting married" made the Ba Chi man cry suddenly.

He cried and laughed like crazy and crazy: "Auntie, you have killed your nephew! What kind of family concept, what noble and lowly, what do I learn from those? What do I learn from those?!"

"You said that as long as you look back, there is a way out, but I have no way out, no way out!"

With red eyes waving his sleeves, all the ornaments in the hall were pushed to the ground by him.

The ground is messy.

Nan Baoyi stepped back with bated breath.

She did not dare to provoke Shen Yichao in this state, pursed her small mouth, and finally turned and ran away.

However, for two consecutive days, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves continued to be heard next door.

"Auntie hurt me!"

"There is no way out..."

"Smoke, Smoke!"

The heart-piercing voices were sharp and stern, day and night.

Nan Baoyi can't eat well or sleep well. A Chou, who didn't like to cry very much, was also screamed all day by Shen Yichao's quarrel. Her white and plump face seemed to be thin.

Nan Baoyi finally couldn't bear it.

The evening before the war, she stepped into the next door with two dark circles under her eyes.

The house is full of mess.

Shen Yichao sat on the ground with disheveled heads, his costumes were filthy, his white sleeves were stained brown with wine stains, and the oil on his face was mottled with tears, looking sad and desolate.

He played with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, with eyelashes hanging down, and a smile at the corner of his mouth: "There is no retreat... I finally have no retreat... The noble son of Chang'an, who used to be famous, is now a waste. Everyone will look down on me. She always despises me... She always despises me..."

Nan Baoyi's head hurts.

After two days, this lingering lingering, only these few sentences over and over again, she heard her ears become calluses!

With a cold, pretty face, she said in a deep voice, "Shen Yichao, get up."