After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The two brothers sat drinking together and got drunk.

After two days of rest in Wuxiang City, Xiao Yi planned to go to Baishou Mountain in person.

The mountain road is endless, and at the foot of the mountain, at first, we can see the grass, cattle, sheep and horses. When the mountainside is reached, the plants are only cold-resistant pine and cypresses. Upward, there is an endless withered yellow field, scattered with a few sturdy yaks. At the end is snow, all the way to the towering mountain top.

"That is Baishou Mountain..."

Poinsettia is holding a piece of grass. I don’t know where to get a yak. ​​It is sitting on the back of the yak in a thick leather jacket: "Have you seen the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain? Didn't you deceive you as a teacher?"

Xiao Yi carried Nan Baoyi on his back.

The weather here is very cold, the sun is very serious, and coupled with the altitude sickness, he just walked halfway up the mountain, but he was already sweating.

He looked up, and there was indeed a Taoist temple on the top of the distant mountain.

He withdrew his gaze, pursed his thin lips, and continued walking without a word.

Poinsettia said slowly: "The snowy mountain road is difficult to slide. It's already sinking to the west this day. It's better to ask the herdsmen here to stay overnight, and it won't be too late to go to the mountain tomorrow."

Xiao Yi ignored him.

Poinsettia lightly scoffed: "You are my apprentice, can I still harm you? This time, when you are on the road, it must be already dark when you reach the snow-capped mountain. What can you do with Xiao Jiaojiao?"

Xiao Yi stopped.

Seeing him hesitate, Poinsettia was secretly funny.

He said: "I make sense, right? You are right to hear me. I am harming the world, and I will never harm you."

Xiao Yi glanced at him.

After pondering for a moment, he gave Shiku a look and asked him to ask nearby herdsmen for lodging.

Tonight everyone lived in tents vacated by herdsmen.

The herder gave Xiao Yi a brand-new and clean fur coat for a change of washing. Seeing that he was a handsome man, the girls also sent a turquoise necklace enthusiastically, which they put on his neck with their hands, and left with a shy smile. .

Xiao Yi is not used to wearing such fur coats.

He looked after the bronze mirror for a while, and heard cheers and laughter from outside the tent.

He knew that tonight the herdsmen were holding a bonfire banquet, not only singing and dancing, but also cooking cattle and sheep to entertain them, the distinguished guests from Chang'an.

He did not attend the banquet and sat alone in front of the food table.

His dinner is simple beef and lamb with butter tea.

He lit a lamp, looked at the girl who was sleeping on the couch, and silently picked up a piece of beef, dipped it in black bean sauce, and ate it quietly.

The cold wind moved the felt curtains, sending a blast of singing and noise outside.

The light and shadow of the bonfire occasionally penetrated into the tent, jumping on the man's stern face, but such a brilliant plateau fire did not light up his cold and dark phoenix eyes.

He still ate dinner alone.

At the campfire, there were about people begging for relatives. The young man played the piano and sang a love song of confession to his beloved girl. It caused a sensation. It was the most moving sound on the plateau at night.

Xiao Yi listened, her thin lips slightly raised.

He tilted his head to look at Nan Baoyi: "Nan Jiaojiao, when you wake up, I will sing love songs to you. You haven't heard me sing for so many years."

The girl did not respond.

The candle flame jumped, because of malnutrition, her profile became paler and thinner.

Xiao Yi's gaze paused on her slightly sunken cheeks for a long time before slowly taking it back. He still held the half-eaten piece of beef and stayed with his hair low for a long time, until the beef had already cooled down before sending the beef to his mouth. .

He ate quietly. He wanted to hum along with the excitement outside, but he ran off after a few hums, and his throat was dumb inexplicably.

He suddenly threw the beef onto the plate.

Uncontrollably twisted his brows deeply, he looked up at the top of the tent, opened his eyes forcibly, and pressed his fingers against the red corners of his eyes.

...

The next day.

As soon as the sky was light, Xiao Yi took Nan Baoyi and set off up the mountain.

The more you go to the top of the mountain, the harder the road becomes.

The oncoming wind and snow blew Xiao Yi's hair and eyelashes white. His cheeks were red from the cold, and he squinted, as if he could not feel the bitter cold. He still walked over the mountains and pilgrimages without stopping. Walk on the highest mountain.

Getting closer...

It's getting closer and closer to that Taoist temple...

When he finally came outside the Taoist temple, his always stern face finally revealed some softness, and he knocked on the Taoist temple without hesitation.

It was a child who opened the door.

Xiao Yi looked into the Taoist Temple, the yard was indeed planted with exotic flowers and grasses, and it could grow so luxuriantly in this ice and snow.

There was a pure white plant growing in the center of the flowerbed. The flowers had faded away and the fruit was not yet ripe. He guessed that it was about what the poinsettia said was the relief.

Poinsettia really did not deceive him?

Xiao Yi's heart was filled with expectations, and his attitude was mild, and he asked the boy: "My child, where is the master of Taoism?"

The boy gave a salute: "Master, even if there will be noble people coming to visit today, he ordered me to sweep the stairs early in the morning. You must be the noble person, please, please."

When Poinsettia and the others finally caught up, Xiao Yi had already met the master of the Taoist temple and was looking at the crystal coffin in the snow cave in the backyard.

Xiao Yi looked down.

The crystal coffin is deeply embedded in the boulder deep in the snow-capped mountains, and there is no way to move it away.

He originally planned to find this crystal coffin and transport it back to Chang'an. In this way, Nan Jiaojiao can still be with him. She only needs to wait quietly for six years before sending someone to Baishou Mountain to buy the fruit of relief for her. Just take it.

But now it seems...

With a deep gaze, he pointed to the huge boulder: "Can it be exploded with gunpowder?"

The Taoist master glanced at the poinsettia.

He immediately retracted his gaze and flicked the dust without a smile: "Your Majesty really loves to talk and laugh. This is a snow mountain. Once gunpowder is used, it will easily cause a landslide, and then all of us will have to be buried. Not to mention if the crystal is blown Coffin, who will pay for the loss of poor Dao? This is a fetish!"

Xiao Yi was silent.

The Taoist master looked at the poinsettia again, coughed, and laughed: "I am an old friend with the national teacher. For his face, I am willing to temporarily lend you the coffin for six years. Don’t worry, your majesty, the Nan girl belongs to the national teacher. Little Junior Sister is also a poor little Junior Sister. She will definitely not be wronged here in the poor Tao. If you don't believe it, you can send an army to stay at Baishou Mountain."

Xiao Yi didn't want to send troops to stay here.

He wants to be here personally.

Poinsettia pierced through his thoughts with a glance, and whispered: "His Royal Highness and the little princess are still looking forward to your return to the palace in Chang'an... The enlightenment of children is the most important, you can't waste their childhood."

Seeing that Xiao Yi was silent, he persuaded: "If you really miss it, wouldn't it be nice to visit two or three times a year? She's here and won't fly away. Why are you so worried? I'll do it for you. In these six years of Kan'er, you two have been in the dark, and the reunion days are coming!"

He was right.

But Xiao Yi didn't believe it.