After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi was startled.

Long night was caged with fire, and her heartbeat was slightly unbalanced when the minister of authority looked straight into her eyes.

She twisted her thin white fingers, her cheeks gradually rose to flush, and whispered in a soft voice: "It just happens that I'm not drowsy, so let's go back to Chaowenyuan with my second brother. Poetry anthologies or something, I like it the most.

Chaowen Courtyard is brightly lit.

Nan Baoyi changed into a single gauze jacket skirt and sat in front of the bronze mirror. He wanted to comb the cloud bun and picked up the mahogany comb, but for some reason, he put down the wooden comb again.

She stroked her hair.

She has paid attention to meticulous care since she was a child. When she spread her long hair around her waist, it was very neat and smooth. It was as black as silk under the lights, and her face was delicate and white.

She pursed her pale pink lips and went to the large study room.

The Minister of Power was sitting by the window, looking through the account books.

"Second brother."

Her voice is sweet and very gentle.

Xiao Yi looked away.

The little girl's blue silk was neatly draped around her waist, looking like an exquisite porcelain doll, which made him give birth to Jinwu Cangjiao's mind.

He quickly closed the turbulent undercurrent in his eyes, and pushed a book of poems on Little Buddha's table toward her, "Here you are."

Nan Baoyi sat on Luohan's couch and flipped through it.

She said: "Second brother asked me to come to Chaowenyuan, really to give me a collection of poems..."

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what do you think you are calling for?"

Nan Baoyi: "..."

I can't say what she was doing, but it certainly wasn't asking her to read poems.

She had originally cooked a pot of red beans in her heart, but now, those boiled sweet bubbles "bhaw" shattered, as if some secret expectation had quietly failed, and it was very tragic.

She rubbed the pages of the book and gave Xiao Yi a quiet glance.

After Xiao Yi finished processing an account book, he opened another one without even raising his head: "Are you staring at me?"

"No, the second brother is Lord Hou, how dare I stare at you..."

Nan Baoyi's voice was innocent, but her small face was quite distorted, almost crushing the pages of the book.

Xiao Yi: "It's still early in the night, work hard, and try to memorize ten poems before going to bed. I have called someone to tell Mother Ji that you will sleep in Chaowenyuan tonight. You can also get up earlier tomorrow and recite ten poems. "

Nan Baoyi: "..."

Oh, her life is so bitter!

If she had known that the Minister of Power really asked her to recite poems, she would not come!

At this time, she usually sits in the bed and listens to interesting stories from the maids.

She had no clues, she could only bite the bullet and recite poems.

The west window is open, and the night sky is clear.

A white moth came swiftly and wandered around the green gauze lampshade on the table of the little Buddha.

Nan Baoyi carried poems on his back, and was gradually attracted by moths.

She held her small face and blew into the moth stubbornly.

"Are you lazy again?" Xiao Yi raised his eyes, "Didn't you say that you like poetry collections the most?"

Nan Baoyi bulged her cheeks and had to turn a page in angrily.

She was chanting poems in a low voice, as she read, her eyelids gradually began to fight, and her head hit the table like a chicken pecking at rice.

Xiao Yi supported her chin, looked at her quietly, and counted her heads.

"The Yue female works as Guizhou..."

"Pick hibiscus flowers, don't pick hibiscus leaves..."

The little girl's voice was full of sleepiness, and when she tapped her little head twenty-seventh, she finally fell to the table in a daze.

Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and put it on her forehead in time, before telling her to knock out the bag.

The little girl turned her head, rubbed his palm with her cheek, she was docile like a cat.

Dai Qing's sandalwood hair spread around her waist, her skin is white and tender, her lips are pale pink, and the girl of the year of cardamom is charming and charming.

She muttered in her sleep: "I will ask my husband and son, how is the color like a concubine..."

Xiao Yi stroked her forehead for her with broken hair, eyes deep and gloomy.

I don't know if I am talking to myself or answering her question, whispering: "Jiaojiao is so beautiful, the hibiscus flower is not as good as you."

The long night is quiet.

Xiao Yi couldn't bear to wake her up.

He let Nan Baoyi rest his palm, and read the account book with his left hand instead.

Jiang Suihan came in with a folding fan, his face blackened.

Hey, in the middle of the night, he just came to deliver the book, and he didn't expect to be stuffed with dog food.

As if offering a treasure, he put the book hidden in his arms by Xiao Yi, and said in a low voice: "Brother Xiao family is so blessed, so I am envious. Here, this is the baby who makes you have more blessings. I bought a lot of money from the black market, brother, good things must be shared, let alone I don’t take care of you!"

He went out bumpy.

Xiao Yi stared at the book for a long while, then opened it hesitantly.

In the next instant, he closed the book suddenly.

this is……

His thin lips were tightened, and the tips of his ears were gradually filled with blood.

Some are funny, and some are angry.

Jiang Suihan is really...

Every detail!

He glanced at the little girl who was still sleeping, afraid that she would be disgusted by the thing, so he hid the book in his arms and continued to review the account books.

The night is still long.

On the other side, after Nan Yan escaped from Nanfu, she ran to the back door of Cheng's house alone and kept it for an hour before she was finally allowed to enter.

The servant took her around to Cheng De's bedroom.

Cheng German was sitting under the light, looking through history books.

Because of being beaten during the day, his gentle face was quite red and swollen.

Hearing the footsteps of Nan Yan coming in, he didn't look up, and said coldly: "What are you doing here? In the daytime, my family has already retired to yours."

Nan Yan knelt in front of him with a "puff".

She burst into tears: "Brother Cheng, Yan'er has nowhere to go! Please take Brother Cheng!"

Cheng De's brow furrowed fiercely.

He solemnly said, "There is no way to go? What do you mean?"

"I am a retired girl who is notorious for the misunderstanding that night. Who else in the world would want me? The Nan family bullied me and did not love me, so I wanted to marry me to a man in his forties. To fill the house, so as to collect a large amount of dowry...

"Brother Cheng, I'm so scared, I'm so scared, so I escaped...I have nowhere but to run to you. You are the best and kindest person in the world, and you will definitely protect the weak, right? "

Nan Yan choked, and the appearance of Pear Flower with rain was very pitiful.

Especially the eyes looking at Cheng Deji, as if he was her god, her god.

This feeling of being dependent is good.

Cheng De's expression became loose, and he helped her up personally, "You don't have to be like this, just sit and talk to me. Then Nan family, really want to exchange you for the bride price?"

"Yes!" Nan Yan covered her mouth with her veil, "But Brother Cheng, I would rather be your concubine than be the wife of that kind of man!"

Cheng De's eyes flashed and satisfied.

The shame he suffered in Nanfu during the daytime made him feel uncomfortable all day.

He is the official son of an official family, how could he be rejected by the business woman?

Nan Yan's performance tonight is normal.

Although Nan Yan's reputation was ruined, she was young after all. She was raised by her side for two years, and when the limelight passed, it would be nothing.

Moreover, she is indeed beautiful and talented, very suitable for a concubine who is popular with her.

He nodded and said sternly: "The Nan family has done a lot of evil, and sooner or later there will be retribution. You used to be my fiancee, and I always have some affection for you. If you insist on being my concubine, I will take you in . It’s just that you haven’t got enough time, and there are some things that you have to do after you get up. Don’t worry."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the scroll quite like a gentleman, with an unruffled posture.

Nan Yan burst into gratitude, but sneered secretly in her heart.

It was just a hypocrite, and he was embarrassed to pretend.

But without paying for her innocence, she can be the concubine of the prefect's concubine, which is also a good deal for her. It is not difficult for her to find the right opportunity to take the position in the future.

She will not let the Nan family go, let alone Nan Baoyi!

She settled down in Cheng's house safely.

The next day.

When Nan Baoyi woke up in the tent, she saw the Minister of Power sleeping beside her.

He was sitting on the head of the bed, sleeping in his clothes, holding the half-turned Shu County Geography in his hand.

The light of the morning came in from outside the tent, and his eyebrows were like mountains. Even if he fell asleep with her, he never did anything to her. It can be seen that he is an upright gentleman.

And a thin corner of the book faintly appeared in his arms.

Maybe it is an important secret document.

It's easy to throw it away, so Nan Baoyi kindly brought it over, planning to help him hide it under his pillow.

Xu Shi awakened the Minister of Power, and he snapped, "Nan Jiaojiao, put down that book!"

Nan Baoyi shook her hand.

The book fell on the bedding.

It just happened to be opened...

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There are five hundred words in this chapter, my god