After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Seeing her stiff back, Xiao Sui twisted his eyebrows: "I want to ask you something."

The Central Plains is very hot, but the dusk in the northern Xinjiang is very cold. The water in the pond is a bit cold. The woman's fingertips are trembling, and the slender knuckles are glowing with frozen red.

She slowly put down the clothes that hadn't been wrung out, stood up and wiped her hands on the apron.

Just when Xiao Sui thought she was about to turn around to answer the question, she suddenly ran away.

Xiao Sui's eyes gleamed.

Before he could think, he subconsciously urged the horse to chase.

There are many trees in the mountain village, and the ground is uneven.

Xiao Sui watched her disappear at the corner of the village, only to find this woman extremely weird. He wrinkled his brows and simply dismounted to look for it himself.

Across the door, the light and shadow in the room were dim.

The girl leaned behind the door and slowly lowered her eyelashes as she listened to the sound of military boots going away.

She stretched out her hand and gently tore off the small floral headband covering her hair.

The long hair pouring down, but it is snow white that does not match the age.

She walked to the corner, put two pieces of charcoal into the stove, and stirred the brown concoction in the pottery pot. The warm concoction gave off a strange taste, and without a sip, it was already bitter and disgusting. .

The girl took a small bowl of concoction.

When she was in Chang'an, she wanted to lift the curse for Xiao Sui. She thought that such a ritual required sacrifice to the **** of fire. Who knew that when a ritual was over, she was only burned out of her dress, and people were still alive. The room is decades old.

She didn't want Xiao Sui to see her getting old.

Relying on her light work, she secretly ran out of the palace and returned to her homeland, refining medicine according to the prescriptions recorded in the clan. Now her appearance and skin are rejuvenated, but her hair has not turned black.

She originally planned to drink the medicine for another half month, and when she was completely healed, she would look for Xiao Sui's.

But who would have thought that he would have found the door...

She frowned her eyebrows lightly, and gathered the courage to drink half a bowl of medicine.

The concoction was bitter in the liver and gallbladder, she dropped the medicine bowl, covered her neck with one hand, retched desperately on the desk, choked with tears.

When I was feeling bad, someone handed me a bowl of water.

Huo Tingyu looked at the well-knotted hand and was slightly stunned.

She slowly raised her head.

Xiao Sui didn't know when he broke in and squatted beside her, stroking her back with one hand, and looking at her steadily.

Huo Tingyu's pupils narrowed, and she fell to the ground in fright.

She hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover half of her small face: "You...you admitted the wrong person!"

She wanted to step back, but Xiao Sui held her arms tightly and dragged her into her arms.

He stroked her white hair. Although the expression on her face was faint, the expression in his eyes was gentle: "I haven't said who you are, how do you know that I have admitted the wrong person?"

Huo Tingyu was forced to lie in his arms, like a frightened little beast, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

Xiao Sui held up her little face.

His Danfeng eyes were dark and cold, thinking that he wanted to see through this elusive girl like a fish, and after watching a full cup of tea, it seemed that he hadn't seen enough.

After another moment, his throat moved slightly, and he seemed to have a thousand words to tell, but in the end he just sighed and held her in his arms: "Huo Tingyu, after you left, I have been sad for a long time."

Huo Tingyu's face was tense, his round pupils flashed with doubt.

She almost killed Xiao Sui, didn't Xiao Sui blame her at all?

Before she could understand, Xiao Sui had already stood up and packed up a small baggage for her in a few strokes: "Follow me back to Wuxiang City."

Huo Tingyu quickly covered her hair and jumped back: "I look like this——"

"What kind of appearance?" Xiao Sui glanced at her earnestly, as if she could not see her white hair, with a very strong posture, "Except for being thinner, there is nothing wrong with it."

Huo Tingyu pursed his small mouth.

Somehow, the heart that has always been introverted and inferior quietly gushed out a little joy.

While she was still struggling, an entourage hurriedly stepped into the threshold with a carrier pigeon in her hand: "Master, Chang'an's flying pigeon handed over the book!"

Xiao followed the dove's leg to untie the letter.

It was a letter from Brother Erhuang. The letter did not state the reason, but asked him to imprison the poinsettia immediately at all costs.

Huo Tingyu stood on tiptoe to read the letter: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Sui flicked his eyes and pondered, and quickly realized what was going on.

He squeezed the letter tightly: "I was in danger of adjusting the tiger away from the mountain, Nan Baoyi!"

Although Huo Tingyu did not understand, he was very worried about Nan Baoyi.

She said: "Then, let's go and help Sister Nan?"

Xiao Sui looked at her.

She was willing to leave Huaicun with him...

Perceiving his gaze, Huo Tingyu blushed slightly, and turned away unnaturally: "Don't worry about it, I didn't leave for you... I thought about killing Sister Nan, but she treated me But it's very good. I owe her favor. I am most familiar with the topography of the border. You are sure to take me with you."

Xiao Sui smiled.

He calmly held Huo Tingyu's small hand and walked outside the house.

When Huo Tingyu's heart was mentioned, his palm was instantly hot.

She wanted to get rid of Xiao Sui's hand, but found it was only in vain.

She glanced at Xiao Suidan's face like Fengyue, and whispered: "I look at a gentleman who cultivates Buddhism and Taoism, but he bullies the little girl with seriousness..."

Xiao Sui bends his lips without a trace, holding her hand and refuses to let go.

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When Xiao Sui returned to Wuxiang City with Huo Tingyu, Gu Chongshan's frame had arrived at Wang Ting.

As soon as he drove into the city, his confidant guard hurriedly came over to report: "Master, your Majesty can't hold it anymore, he is in critical condition!"

Nan Baoyi has recovered as before, his face paled after hearing this.

She looked at Gu Chongshan.

The nine-thousand-year-old who was always happy, angry and invisible, suddenly tightened the hand holding the carriage door frame, the joints were so white, the jaw line was tight, and the eyes were dark and dark, like an invisible abyss.

He wanted to say something, but his thin lips could not stop trembling.

He has never been so gaffe.

Nan Baoyi thought about his brotherhood relationship with Gu Yu for so many years, and understood his feelings very well, and told him: "Enter the palace immediately."

Qinfeng quickly said yes.

The carriage galloped towards the palace.

Gu Chongshan hung his head, his face curled in his hands, his expression could not be seen clearly.

Nan Baoyi poured him a cup of hot tea: "The regent?"

Gu Chongshan's face was still buried in his palm.

Nan Baoyi's gaze fell on Gu Chongshan's palm. His hands trembled. He was obviously a pair of iron-blooded hands in power, but at this time it seemed that he was fragile and couldn't hold anything.

Not much courage, Nan Baoyi suddenly held Gu Chongshan's hand.

His hands were cold to the bone.

Nan Baoyi tried his best to help him. In his surprised and gloomy eyes, he comforted: "May you add blessings every year and everything is auspicious."

The girl's hands are delicate and boneless, not only soft, but also warm and clean.

Since he became a proton when he was young, no one has shook his hand again.

She doesn't think he is dirty...

Gu Chongshan's eyes turned red again, and he withdrew his hand calmly: "It doesn't have to be that way."

Nan Baoyi smiled: "If you are willing to talk, that would be great."

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the palace, Nan Baoyi remembered Nan Yan's fake imperial heir, and whispered: "If your son is still alive today, it is not when you are sad. My sister has always been ambitious for profit, the regent, you must beware of her ."

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