After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The picture scroll is full of flames and grand.

A figure eagerly chased the girl who danced in white on the high platform, her eyes were hot, like a moth chasing a flame.

It was Chu Huaixiu when he was young.

Wen Tong's tears quietly dripped on the scroll.

She never knew that someone had loved herself so much across the years and mountains.

Chu Huaixiu looked at her and smiled.

Blood leaked from between his teeth and stained his clothes red.

Wen Tong said softly: "Thank you for loving me, for reminding me that I am not a down-and-out mouse crossing the street. I was also the daughter of a famous family who fell down with thousands of people, and I also wandered in the most prosperous square in Chang'an. Between the cities, I also tried to hold the wrist a few times with the cruel Queen Dayong..."

Chu Huaixiu just laughed.

He raised his hand and wiped Wen Tong's tears with difficulty.

Fingertips gently wiped her tears, but they finally fell weakly.

He was born in the imperial family, and he has seen too many innocence and wealth and glory since he was a child. What he has always remembered in his life is just the elegant and gentle prince brother in the city of Chang'an. The princess sister who gave him a silver coin.

How clever he is. From the day he took the prince's sister into the palace, he knew that this woman's heart was like withered grass, and she had no faith in living.

He deliberately abandoned the court, knowing that Nanjing Langzi's ambitions were born against the bones and still handed over the guards to him. He was obviously cruel but left Chu Huainan...

In fact, subconsciously, I knew that the princess sister would not live long.

She didn't live long, why should he take care of the court conscientiously, and why bother about whether Nanyue is in good condition, and why bother with who is sitting on the throne?

She's not here, what's the point of being alive...

Chu Huaixiu is dead.

No regrets for dying in the arms of the woman whom she admired when she was young.

Wen Tong slowly closed his eyes for him.

She looked at the light at the end of the secret road.

She didn't know what was waiting for her outside, but the dying person had no fear.

She walked calmly to the end of the secret path.

Outside the secret road, you are leaving the southwest gate of the palace.

The caged fire jumped, the young general in black robe, with an old scar under his eyes, holding a three-foot long knife, and hundreds of Jin Wuwei standing behind him, standing in the dark, looking at himself coldly.

"Little General Shen."

Wen Tong is not surprised, his posture is calm and relaxed.

Shen Yijue's voice did not fluctuate: "My aunt has been waiting for you in Chang'an City for a long time. Please?"

Wearing a white skirt, Wen Tong was extremely weak and stood quietly in front of the secret road.

Empress Dayong, Shen Jiang, wanted to put her to death on the spot.

Sending Shen Yijue to take her back to Chang'an was just to use her life to pinch Xiaolang.

Unfortunately……

Wen Tong raised his head.

In the sky is the burning city of Shengjing, the fire is grand, and the moonlight is very dim.

A Venus star, hidden in the blue clouds of the lake, will emerge.

She smiled: "Little General Shen, is the night beautiful?"

"Very beautiful."

"The dragon is blessed, and the blazing sun is bright. No matter how beautiful the night is, it is not as good as dawn. When the sun jumps out of the sky, the golden light is beautiful and grand in an instant..." A soft sword appeared in Wen Tong's hand, "Shen Xiao General, please tell your mother and queen for this palace. Your Highness and this palace will never die in vain. Those who have won the way will help more, and those who have lost will helpless. She is cronyism, she wants to completely control the world, it is impossible. This palace, in Below Jiuquan, wait for her to meet."

The weak woman resolutely raised her soft sword and wiped her thin white neck decisively.

Blood splashed out.

Dyeing her snow-white skirt red.

She walked cleanly at the beginning of the dawn, worthy of the dignity of a princess.

Shen Yijue looked down at her.

There was no wave in his eyes, it seemed that she had expected her to be so fierce.

He untied his cloak, wrapped Wen Tong's body indifferently, and instructed the people under his hands to take her body back to Chang'an and hand it over to the Empress Empress for disposal.

When returning to Yulouchun, Liuhua played with Huodie and glanced at Shen Jue: "What kind of person is Empress Dayong?"

Shen Yijue stepped on the horse and ignored her.

Liuhua rode on another horse, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I can always see you when I come to Chang'an. But Master Shen, in my opinion, you should kill Han Yanliang. She is Xiao Daoyan's subordinates, she will definitely treachery like that man. What abolished martial arts, this is basically her pretence to enter the Shen family as a spy!"

She admired Xiao Daoyan, but that man had repeatedly killed her.

What a shame!

If you can't get it, then you can even destroy him and everything!

Shen Yejue expressionlessly: "She can't enter the gate of Shen's house."

"Then how do you deal with her? Put her in a jail for interrogation?"

Shen Yijue glanced at her lightly: "Is this what you should ask?"

Without waiting for Liuhua to say anything, the man grabbed his horse's belly and galloped towards Yulouchun.

On New Year's Eve, there was heavy snow.

Shen Yiejue's arms and chest are all wearing Senhan thin armor, and the cold wind blew his frozen red ear tips, and his eyes were darker than the night.

For some reason, as long as he thought of Han Yanliang kneeling at his feet, his veil tucked off and his chest half-covered, his whole body was full of blood. In such a severe cold night, he even burst into sweat all over his body.

The cold smoke is cool, she is a bewitching demon.

Adi’s rejection of her was the right choice.

It is obviously impossible to put her in a jail, because she will definitely seduce the jailer with beauty.

Fortunately, he has bought a few outside houses in Chang'an City. It is better to keep her in his house and keep staring at her.

...

The city was full of flames.

Nan Baoyi hurriedly returned to Yuanhe Street, the city inhabited by relatives of the emperor, but was also invaded by the Xiban.

Before dawn, the sky was dim, and the streets were full of broken and burning lanterns. From the carriage, Nan Baoyi saw the Western Barbarians looting the garden mansion. They even laughed and blatantly dragged out the pampered aristocratic girls to the streets in groups of three or five. Abuse.

This night, the nobles suffered more than the common people.

Nan Baoyi was holding the fingertips of the small hand furnace, shaking uncontrollably.

She saw it earnestly. One of the girls who had been abused had also been a guest at the Jing Palace, and innocently asked her at the banquet whether she would be happy every day to marry her beloved man. She also has a man who wants to marry...

The carriage galloped, leaving behind those terrible scenes of purgatory.

In the Palace of King Jing, Xiao Yi left a team of elites headed by ten words.

Xu was ordered by Chu Huainan, and the Ximan did not approach this mansion.

Ten words came out with a knife in his arms, and stepped into the mansion with Nan Baoyi's protection. His delicate face was full of solemnity: "The humble post sent someone to Tianshu to ask for the news, and a secret letter came from there, Chu Huainan and the Lord of Ximan He made a deal and borrowed the 20,000 Ximan army to help him ascend the throne. In return, he allowed the Ximan to plunder in Shengjing City for three days, and all the treasures obtained went to Ximan. In addition, the princess Ximan was named a noble concubine."