After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

At this time, Shen Yichao had not noticed the peeping of the two.

He sat cross-legged, with his hands in his sleeves, watching the long street downstairs, "Cheng Dejin has come out of Yulouchun. Although this person has a simple mind, he is very murderous. Due to Schrodinger's order, he never asked you to settle accounts. Rather than being hated by him in the future, it is better to kill to avoid future troubles. In my life, I hate letting the tiger go back to the mountain and cutting the grass without removing the roots."

Across the small couple, Xiao Yi was sitting in the shadows, playing with the opal ring.

He glanced at Cheng German and chuckled: "Then kill it."

It's just ants.

Shen Yichao caused a lot of hardship and whispered a few words.

After Shiku hurried away, he rolled his sleeves and poured the wine, with a graceful posture: "The killing has been decided, there is no escape."

At this time, Cheng Dejin brought a group of guards to Long Street.

The streets were full of traffic, and the people rubbed shoulders.

He was about to walk to the carriage across the street, and suddenly there was a crowd exclaiming not far away.

He looked at it, an unmanned carriage was galloping!

The horse seemed to be crazy, causing passers-by to evade again and again.

The guards were anxious, and said one after another: "Lord, let go!"

Cheng Dejin sneered.

He raised his hand and waved away from the guard, and said with a serious face: "Just learned a trick to hit bulls in the air, so I'll try it with this carriage. If the reputation spreads, I will make Xiao Yi jealous."

The guards stepped away, staring at each other.

Cheng Dejin stood alone in the center of Long Street.

The carriage roars!

Cheng Dejin held his breath, and waved his two small hands: "The white crane has its wings!"

"Qinglong waving its tail!"

The people on the street were stunned.

The carriage ran into it, the eldest son of the prefect's family, is this stupid or stupid? !

The carriage is here!

Cheng Dejin suddenly slapped his palm to the ground: "Put the bull in the air, ha—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

His voice instantly turned into a scream!

Facing the flower window in the street, Nan Baoyi leaned out half of his body, staring dumbfounded.

I saw that Cheng Dejin was hooked by the carriage and dragged forward in embarrassment!

Although the street paved with bluestone bricks was very smooth, it was still painful to be dragged along. The skin that had been injured by the explosion cracked again, blood bleeds out of the bandages and stained the long street!

The miserable screams were even more traumatic.

Han Yanliang winked his eyes: "Really, it's horrible..."

Nan Baoyi bit her lip.

She knew that it was very painful.

In her previous life in the palace, she was teased by Princess Chu Xin, and the other party tied her to a horse's tail and let the horse drag her to run in the palace.

But after running thirty feet away, all her skin was chafed, and without medicine, she cried for two days and two nights in pain.

But Chu Xin's ending was not very good.

She admired the Minister of Power, and took the initiative to rush to the imperial teacher’s residence to recommend herself to the pillow seat, and still prescribe medicine in the tea wine.

As a result, the next day, not only there was no news that she and the Minister of Power had been raining overnight, but the Imperial Master's Mansion instead presented a wine vessel into the palace.

It is made of beauty skulls.

Whose skull is, it goes without saying.

Nan Baoyi shuddered thinking about all kinds of past lives.

At the restaurant opposite, Xiao Yi noticed her.

The little girl was pale, as if she was frightened.

He put on the opal ring, got up and left the table, and casually ordered ten words: "Go to Yulouchun, please go back to the house."

Shen Yichao looked across.

He glanced over Nan Baoyi and fell on Han Yanliang's face.

Is she the real boss of Yulouchun?

The girl's cloud bun towered high, with three golden hairpins obliquely inserted.

In the cold early spring, she wore extraordinarily thin clothes, wishing to wear it.

The fingers are white and slender, and the fingertips are like deep pink petals, holding a long cinnabar red pipe, swallowing the clouds, and not forgetting to wink at him charmingly.

At first glance, she knew she was not a good girl.

Zhu's lips breathed out a large amount of smoke, and her lips were ambiguous: "Little Langjun, come and play..."

She is definitely not a good girl!

Shen Yichao coldly looked back.

The pinna is gradually congested.

He glanced three inches below his abdomen and sat for about a quarter of an hour before he completely restrained the throbbing.

With his hands in his sleeves, he got up and left the table unpredictably.

Nan Baoyi was invited to Yulouchun by Shiyan.

She raised her eyes, and across the street, there stood the Minister of Power.

"Nan Jiaojiao, go home for dinner."

Xiao Yi led the steed, her voice slow.

Nan Baoyi muttered in her heart that everyone else called her mother to go home for dinner, but when she came to her, her brother called her to go home for dinner.

She wanted to walk over and noticed the blood stains in the heart of the street.

The mottled blood stains will stain her embroidered shoes...

Xiao Yi glanced through her mind and said, "Squeamish."

He led the horse to her, "Get on the horse."

On the night of her eldest sister's marriage, Nan Baoyi once sat on Xiao Yi's love ride. She knew that she was stable and did not reject it.

She quietly glanced at the carriage in which she came.

The Minister of Power knew that she had a carriage, but he invited her to ride a ride...

The girl's cheeks were red, and the pot of red beans in her heart was boiling again, sweet.

She delicately gathered the wide skirt, her voice was particularly sweet: "Second brother help me to mount."

Xiao Yi sneered, "What's wrong with your voice? It makes people get goose bumps."

Moreover, this little girl is usually very strong and fierce, she is just a horse, where does she need help?

Nan Baoyi: "..."

She is screaming!

Haven't you seen the girl's hair? !

Xiao Yi supported the black-faced Nan Baoyi on the horse, then sat neatly behind her, wrapped her hands around her and grabbed the reins, and headed towards Nanfu.

The spring breeze is facing.

The liveliness on both sides of the long street, together with the powerful minister sitting behind, dispelled the panic caused by the previous life just remembered.

Nan Baoyi curled her eyebrows: "Cheng Dejin was dragged by a carriage. The second brother designed it?"

She knows that the ministers in the power, cut grass without leaving roots, and will never drag the water.

Xiao Yi faintly said "Um", and raised his hand to caress her sideburns and small face, "Are you scared?"

Just now in the restaurant opposite, he saw the little girl's face pale.

His palm was dry and warm, and Nan Baoyi was inexplicably relieved to be so touched on his cheek.

She whispered: "I was really scared when I saw the blood stains that dragged along. Now sitting in the arms of my second brother, I am not so scared."

"be good."

Xiao Yi's voice was low and gentle, bowed her head and put a kiss on her side.

Nan Baoyi was startled.

Lord Minister...

Kiss her again!

The carmine was gradually spreading in the place where she had been kissed. With her eyelashes hanging down, the pot of red bean water seemed to explode in her heart, and the whole person was boiling hot.

She twisted up nervously.

It's strange that she didn't feel this way when her former cousin kissed her...

The power minister's breath was close to her ears, and her ears seemed to touch his warm lips.

He said something, she didn't hear it.

When she recovered, she heard him ask in a low voice: "Does Jiaojiao like it?"

Do you like it or not?

Nan Baoyi was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in it.

The second brother is really...

She twisted more and more.

Xiao Yi raised her eyebrows: "Nan Jiaojiao, you have sores on your ass? You can't sit still like this. I ask if you like candied haws, what are you twisting?"

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