After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The young emperor greeted him, wearing a plain-faced Dan gauze robe and a three-finger-wide gold leather belt around his waist. The dragons and phoenixes were graceful and graceful. He was so aloof and arrogant, but he looked the most like him.

And for this three-point resemblance, she sent him far to the southwest since she was a child. In recent years, she has treated him like an enemy...

Why treat him like a foe?

She treated those children like enemies.

Shen Jiang stared at Xiao Yi, laughed idiotically, his eyes flushed even more.

A female officer bowed respectfully to Xiao Yi: "Please greet your majesty. The empress dowager used the opportunity of being alone to commit suicide. Fortunately, the servants found out in time and stopped them. Please make your decision!"

Xiao Yi held hands and said, "I don't know that Queen Shen, who has always been arrogant, would also choose to commit suicide. In your eyes, suicide is not a cowardly act?"

He questioned, his eyes full of coldness.

He resented Shen Jiang.

He wished he could kill her himself, wish he could send her down to Huangquan immediately!

But he just can't...

Poinsettia bluntly said that there is no cure for Twin Gu. If Shen Jiang dies, Nan Jiaojiao will die too. It seems that Shen Jiang is calculating Nan Jiaojiao, but in fact it is a way for Shen Jiang to survive.

What a loving couple!

One tortured and murdered children for the sake of the past, and the other 20 years of conscientious work to give up power and calculations just to leave a way for his beloved woman!

What about the emperor brother? !

What about Qingyang? !

What about his Nan Jiaojiao? !

Who will leave them a way to survive? !

Shen Jiang ignored his mockery.

She lowered her eyes and fondled the white fox mask in her arms lovingly.

The mask was old and shattered, and she used clay to stick it together again.

Her voice was numb, as if half-footed into the underground palace: "He is gone, I don't want to live. Even if you don't kill me for Nan Baoyi, when the class teacher returns to the court, the family, the poor, the world, will still ask you Kill me and apologize, why bother?"

"I don't care what they think, I will never kill you." Xiao Yi said blankly. "Not only will I not kill you, but I will send people to stare at you and serve you all the time. I want you to stay in the deep palace. Life is a hundred years old, lonely and old. This is the rest of my life that I have arranged for you."

Shen Jiang clasped the mask tightly, his knuckles faintly white.

Longevity?

This is really the cruelest punishment for her.

Before she could say anything, Xiao Yihan turned and left with a face.

The courtyard door reclosed behind him.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Ning Wanzhou appeared holding a narrow knife with a glimmer of hope hidden in his eyes: "Don't you kill her yet?"

Xiao Yi glanced at him.

The youth faded away, and there was undisguised hatred between his handsome eyebrows.

Thinking of the tragedy at the Zhenguo Mansion, Xiao Yi pursed his thin lips, suppressed his guilt, and whispered, "Don't kill."

Ning Wanzhou was stunned: "Shen Jiang colluded with the nobles to control the court for more than 20 years, and even attempted to usurp the throne! Such a capital crime, tell me not to kill her?! How do you explain to the officials, you How to explain to the world?!"

He has been guarding outside the small courtyard for five days.

When Xiao Yi finally came over, he said, don't kill her!

Shen Jiang killed his parents, and if he didn't avenge him, he would have trouble sleeping and eating!

Xiao Yi slowly raised his hand and pointed at the closed courtyard door: "Then you go kill her."

Ning Wanzhou was outraged and walked toward the courtyard with his foot up.

Before taking two steps, Xiao Yi’s voice chased up: "Kill her and Nan Jiaojiao will die too. Even if Nan Baozhu doesn’t make trouble with you, can your own conscience pass? What did Nan Jiaojiao do wrong? Why should she be buried with Shen Jiang?"

Ning Wanzhou was furious: "Who told her to take refuge in Shen Jiang, she deserves it!"

Xiao Yi snapped: "You know exactly what kind of person she is. You just transferred the hatred for Shen Jiang to her. She worked hard for me and for Da Yong. She even lost the flesh and blood of her closest relatives. Still be wronged by you?!"

Ning Wanzhou was silent.

He was holding a narrow knife, a thin layer of sweat erupted from his palm, but he refused to let go.

The beautiful Peach Blossom's eyes flushed even harder, tears rolling in his eyes, he clenched his teeth, stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Xiao Yi eased his expression and put a hand on his shoulder.

I clearly felt that Ning Wanzhou's body was trembling, and he was holding back his emotions.

After a long time, Xiao Yi lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "Ning Wanzhou... Bento is for my face, okay?"

The last light at dusk fell from the horizon.

Ning Wanzhou's figure was shrouded in darkness, extremely desolate.

...

Tanabata the next day.

Xiao Yi Zhangluo, in the evening invited Nan Baozhu, Han Yanliang and other girls who befriend Nan Baoyi, and brought some grandsons, all dressed in the clothes of ordinary wealthy people, to have fun at the market by the Qinhuai River .

After the war, Jinling City quickly regained its vitality. The lights on both sides of the Qinhuai River meandered away like a golden jade belt. The painting boats made the sound of curling bamboo, and the women's singing voice turned gracefully.

Vendors sell flowers, fruits, brocades, clothes, hairpins, shoes, hats and other gadgets along the river, and the people who go out to play rub their shoulders. There are various games and gambling on the streets under the trees, which is very lively.

When eating dinner at the restaurant's Accord, everyone laughed and guessed, trying their best to boost the atmosphere, so that Nan Baoyi came out of grief.

Nan Baoyi sat quietly in the corner.

She was holding a small white jade bowl with red pomegranate seeds peeled by Yuchi Beichen.

She watched for a long while, silently put down the small bowl and went downstairs alone.

The room full of laughter stopped as the door was closed.

Everyone looked at each other.

Xiao Yi motioned for them to continue to eat, and got up alone to chase Nan Baoyi.

...

The oncoming night wind was a bit refreshing.

Xiao Yi held Nan Baoyi's hand, and in the other hand was a newly bought revolving lantern.

He turned his head to look at her, and coaxed: "There was a pitcher in front of me. I remember you liked this when you were young. Let's go play it?"

Nan Baoyi stared at the toe of the shoe without making a sound.

Xiao Yi led her to the tree and asked the boss to buy some feather arrows.

He handed the feather arrow to Nan Baoyi, but Nan Baoyi ducked silently.

His hands froze in the air for a while, and he smiled and said, "Nan Jiaojiao has always been inaccurate. Just look at me and I will give you a prize."

His quasi-head is very powerful, and the crowd onlookers burst into cheers. He took the colored head that was handed by the boss, turned his head and looked at Nan Baoyi, but she was not there.

Panicked in his heart, he hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and looked around for a moment, only to see the little girl standing alone by the Qinhuai River, staring at the black water.

In just five days, her figure was thinner.

Xiao Yi suppressed the feeling of cutting her heart, and walked forward quickly, hugging her from behind: "Nan Jiaojiao..."

Nan Baoyi closed her eyes, tears rolled on the back of the man's hand, which was shockingly hot.

She choked: "You asked someone to cut down the pomegranate tree in the yard, so that I no longer miss her... But second brother, how can I forget her?"

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