After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Watching a play?"

Nan Baoyi glanced at the six pots of wine.

She smiled and placed her little hand on Xiao Yi's palm.

Holding her tender body, Xiao Yi turned up and landed firmly on the beams of the red lacquered room.

After half a cup of tea.

The noble son of Shengxue in white, with his hands in the wide sleeves, stepped into the small hall slowly.

He looked around, his delicate Yuanshan eyebrows couldn't help but frowned, "I obviously heard the maid said that my second aunt was talking to people here, why did she disappear after a while?"

He originally wanted to hook up with the second aunt, so he asked her to write to the first aunt quietly and sent someone to take him home from South Vietnam...

Jiang Suihan followed him and shook his folding fan lightly, "Little Shen, it's not that I said you, you are also a big man, why do you always want to go home to find your mother? What's wrong with Jin Jiangong's career?"

Shen Yichao said nothing.

He took a seat after the low case and saw the case full of wine.

Every pot is exquisite and barely worthy of his identity.

He rolled his sleeves and poured the wine and drank slowly.

With light sorrow on his eyebrows, "More than two hundred years ago, Dayong annexed all countries to unify the world. What a beautiful scenery? But later, the princes rebelled everywhere... the Nanyue royal family was one of the traitors! Standing on the land of Nanyue , I endure suffering all the time!"

He poured another drink, and drank it up angrily.

"Is it the king's soil in the whole world, and it's the king's court." Jiang Suihan leaned against the window and looked at the garden with a smile. "With Da Yong in his heart, then the land on which he stands is also the land of Da Yong. Xiao Shen Ah, you are just too persistent."

"The genius doctor Jiang is used to being free, and I don't understand the grief and indignation of my Da Yong clan. Sooner or later, my Da Yong's iron cavalry will level the nations and create a peaceful and prosperous world again!

After Shen Yichao finished speaking, he drank a drink of wine again.

Living in a foreign country, home and country restless...

You have to see with your own eyes how the princes who used to bow to Da Yong to become the royal family, enjoy the banquet in the wind.

The grievances over the past few days are quietly fermenting in today's bustle.

The noble son who has always been light and windy, indifferent like water, drinks wine after wine.

But for a while, all the jade liquid in the white jade pot was drunk.

Fortunately, there are five jugs of wine on the table.

His eyes are peach-red, his white cheeks are stained with rouge, his thin lips are stained with crystal wine, and his long eyes are like a peony. His slightly mottled appearance is extraordinarily beautiful, as if he was blown by the warm March wind. Boiling spring water.

Red painted beams.

Nan Baoyi stretched his head and looked stunned.

She estimated that those wines were all fortified.

The appearance of Shen Yichao now confirms her guess.

She murmured: "Second brother, do you want to stop him?"

Xiao Yi hugged her.

The little girl was tender and soft, sweet and fragrant in his arms, he could not bear to let go.

He bowed his head, his thin lips deliberately pressed against the little girl's ear, "The cold smoke is in the Nanfu Garden, not afraid."

Nan Baoyi was speechless.

Listening to what the second brother meant, it seemed to be...

Without waiting for her to think about it, Jiang Suihan walked from the window to the short case.

He looked at Shen Yichao in surprise, "Xiao Shen, why are you so drunk?!"

Shen Yichao lay on the short case, with fine crystal teardrops on his eyelashes, looked at him through his dim teary eyes, and bit his blushing lips unconsciously.

Jiang Suihan finally noticed something was wrong.

He smelled Shen Yichao's wine, his face pale instantly.

He lifted the lids of the other hip flasks, smelling them one by one, his expression even more ugly.

Who brought so much cooking wine? !

If you drink it all, who the **** can hold it? !

While checking intensely, Shen Yichao touched his hand ambiguously.

The drunk and slightly drunken noble son, squinting his beautiful and delicate eyes, said softly: "I look at the little lady, with beautiful eyes..."

Jiang Suihan's goose bumps all over!

He threw away Shen Yichao's hand, raised his foot and knocked him to the ground!

He shook the fan violently, and said sharply: "I am a **** with such a strong medicine, and I can't save you! Xiao Shen, what do you want me to say? Can you drink whatever you find?!"

Seeing that Shen Yichao's condition was getting worse, he couldn't help but went to Hanyanliang.

He knew that there was a slight sign between Han Yanliang and Shen Yichao.

If the other party is willing to help, it is good, if not...

Jiang Suihan's face was full of words.

He can only send Shen Yichao to the brothel...

On the beam.

Nan Baoyi blushed.

She whispered: "Second brother, let's leave now, right?"

Xiao Yi fiddled with her little pearl and shook her eyes with thought.

Although it is very interesting to watch the live erotica, his little girl is not in time, after all, Shen Yichao's things are so ugly, maybe one might have long needles.

He was about to respond when there were footsteps on the stairs.

Jiang Suihan's voice followed: "I was going to find Boss Han, but you came here first. It can be seen that you and Xiao Shen are related, ha ha."

"Last time I was ill, he went to Yulouchun to take care of me for two days. This time I took the opportunity to come to Nanfu to sing and thank him in person. It is also considered etiquette." The cold smoke and cool voice was charming, "What is the doctor Jiang doing here? , Won't you go up with me?"

"No, no, no, I, I have something to do, let's say goodbye, leave, hahaha..."

Jiang Suihan's footsteps drifted away like an escape.

Han Yanliang snorted and stepped into the small hall.

The hall is quiet.

The bamboo curtains by the window are high, and a few hibiscus flowers bloom innocently in the white porcelain vase.

Han Yanliang carried a wide veil and stepped on the wooden board barefoot, jokingly: "Oh, the sky is clear, why did Xiao Langjun drink like this?"

Shen Yichao slowly climbed up from the floor.

Sitting cross-legged, he watched the cold smoke for a moment with red eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pour the wine.

"It's very thirsty."

He whispered.

After filling a glass of wine, he handed it to Han Yanliang, "Drink together?"

Han Yanliang sat across the low case and took the drink.

She raised her sleeves to cover half of her face, her drinking posture was extremely charming and romantic.

After drinking, Shen Yichao cleverly filled her up again.

A few cups.

The fragrant cheeks were held in the cold smoke, the slightly raised apricot eyes were watery, and the ends of the eyes gradually turned red, staring at Shen Yichao charmingly.

She raised her vermilion lips, her voice soft: "Why do I look, Xiao Langjun is extraordinarily handsome today?"

"Sister Han is also extraordinarily beautiful today."

Sister Han...

Han Yanliang laughed out loud.

She stretched out a slender finger, stroking Shen Yichao's eyebrows with pity and ambiguousness, "Little Langjun's eyebrows are full of sorrow, but what makes you unhappy? Say it and make me happy."

Shen Yichao was frustrated.

It can't be said that there is no energy, just heat.

It's hot and dry.

The girl's fingertips pressed against his eyebrows, carrying the crunchy warmth.

His crimson eyes gradually became chaotic, like a thirsty traveler in the desert looking for a clear spring, not only wanted to drink, but crazily wanted to drink more...

His Adam's apple rolled, suddenly moved to Han Yanliang's side.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the girl's neck, as if acting like a baby: "Sister, Xiao Langjun feels bitter."