After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

He said slowly: "Do you remember what Rou'er said to me last night? You let me tolerate and let me find a way to get Xiao Yi to be less vigilant, and then take advantage of it and kill him in the Buddhist temple..."

Song Rou nodded: "rouer remember!"

"I think about it today, there are only two things in the world that can eliminate Xiao Yi's wariness against me."

"Which two things?"

Chu Huainan put down the paper umbrella and palace lantern.

He took something out of his wide sleeve.

Before Song Rou could see clearly, the man suddenly grabbed her shoulders and plunged the sharp dagger that had just been taken out deeply into her lower abdomen.

The blood came out quietly.

Song Rou bent over and hugged Chu Huainan's hand tightly, staring at the dark rain curtain in amazement.

The pain spread to the limbs.

Her face was like golden paper, her lips trembled, and her eyes were filled with disbelief. She looked up in a daze and stared at her husband.

The palace lantern was extinguished by the rain.

Chu Huainan's face was caged in the darkness.

The raindrops rolled down his jaw and dripped onto Song Rou's face.

He never bowed his head, calmly stared into the darkness in the distance, and whispered: "Your body, and my dignity."

When the voice fell, he stabbed Song Rou in the lower abdomen a few more times.

Stained blood oozes from the corner of Song Rou's mouth.

She panted, and slowly fell to her knees.

Chu Huainan took the dagger, and Song Rou lay on her back in the moist soil. The raindrops fell on her pupils, slowly rolling down the corners of her eyes, her eyes gradually dimmed, and the corners of her lips were stunned. radian.

But I don't know whether it is joy or self-deprecation.

Chu Huainan squatted down beside her and gently stroked her eyebrows.

His voice was warm and mellow: "Rou'er loves me to the bone and is definitely willing to sacrifice his life for me, right?

"On the eighth day of April, after I assassinated Xiao Yi, I will regain power. I promise you that at that time, I will chase you down as a queen, okay?"

The man bowed his head and kissed Song Rou's lips with a smile.

Early the next morning.

Today the court closed, and Xiao Yi stayed with Nan Baoyi for a while.

When I got up, the spring rain was still falling outside the window.

While waiting for Xiao Yi and Nan Baoyi to wash and change clothes, Yun Xiu reported: "The princess, the prince, the emperor is kneeling outside our palace and has been kneeling for half a night... Empress, no, there is Miss Song."

Xiao Yi opened his arms.

The maid fastened a jade-inlaid gold belt for him carefully.

He lowered his eyes and adjusted his wide sleeves, and said lightly: "What is he doing on his knees outside?"

"Slaves don't know."

Nan Baoyi picked up a peony and put it on the cloud bun beautifully, "Will you see it?"

Xiao Yi held her thin shoulders.

He leaned over and took Luo Zidai from the makeup mirror: "Jiaojiao hasn't threw her eyebrows yet."

While speaking, he held up the girl's white and tender jaw with one hand.

He lowered his eyes and stroked her eyebrows familiarly.

Nan Baoyi smiled: "Second brother can still thrush?"

Xiao Yi curled his thin lips: "Surprise?"

When he was in the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion, he learned more than the stuff between the bedclothes with those little cocks.

Boudoir's pleasure, husband and wife's taste, have all learned a little bit.

There are countless women’s eyebrow shapes, including willow eyebrows, small mountain eyebrows, cloud eyebrows, butterfly-winged eyebrows and so on. He looked at the same clearly. God knows how long it took him to distinguish one by one, and how much time it took to practice hard. Finally painted a little bit like.

His painful eyebrows were all bald by him.

"All right."

He put down his eyebrows.

Nan Baoyi quickly looked at the bronze mirror.

The girl in the mirror has delicate small eyebrows, and the eyebrows are shallow, smooth and graceful.

She smiled and said: "I don't know that my second brother still has this kind of craftsmanship! Then you can help me see, which color of mouth fat should I use with today's eyebrow makeup?"

She opened the brocade box.

Twenty-six boxes of mouth fat were neatly presented in Xiao Yi's eyes.

Xiao Yi: "..."

He has just finished learning thrush, but he hasn't started to learn mouth fat.

Moreover, these mouth fats were all the same red at first glance. He didn't understand why Nan Jiaojiao had to buy so many boxes. She had to search for a box every morning. Isn't it too tired to panic?

Facing Nan Jiaojiao's expectant eyes, he pondered for a long time, and tentatively picked up a box: "This? It seems to be more matte and shiny than other mouth fats."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

She disliked: "This kind of bright pink will be weird when applied to the lips, and the skin will appear dark. With the shiny gloss, one has not been treated properly, it is like eating a pig's knuckle and forgetting to wipe the mouth. Dirty and oily."

Xiao Yi: "..."

He wondered: "Since it is so disgusting, why buy it back?"

Nan Baoyi bit her lower lip.

She graciously encircled twenty-six boxes of mouth fat with her arm, and answered earnestly: "Although some colors are really not good-looking, the collection of all mouth fat colors is a sense of accomplishment unique to a woman."

Xiao Yi was speechless.

Although I don't understand why the collection of color numbers will have a sense of accomplishment, a woman's money is indeed the best earn.

Nan Baoyi sat upright and mumbled: "You helped me pick a box of mouth fat! So many beautiful colors, isn't it what you like?"

Xiao Yi glanced at twenty-six boxes of mouth fat.

He pointed to the box with the least weight: "This."

Nan Baoyi smiled and said, "Second brother really has eyesight, I like that color the most!"

After speaking, look in the mirror and smear yourself beautifully.

Xiao Yi raised his lips.

That box has the least amount of fat, which proves that Nan Jiaojiao uses the most on weekdays. It must be her favorite color. Choose it and you will never go wrong.

Nan Baoyi finally got dressed and dressed, and walked out of the Prince Regent's Mansion with Xiao Yi.

Spring rain patter.

She was held by Xiao Yi's waist and stood under his umbrella.

The imperial gardens are filled with mist, and the peach blossoms bear a thick layer of light pink buds.

Outside the threshold of the Regent Palace, Chu Huainan knelt on the blue brick, his posture extremely humble and frank.

Song Rou's body was next to him.

The rigidity of the corpse gradually spread throughout the body, and the clotted blood made the skin black. Nan Baoyi judged that she had been dead for about half a day.

She raised her sleeves to cover her nose and mouth, and Dan Feng's eyes flashed with surprise.

The second brother just punished Song Rou to act as a court lady in the clothing bureau. It was so good, how could she suddenly die?

As if to answer her confusion, Chu Huainan said with a serious face: "Song Rou not only abused the regent, but also slapped her. The villain was out of breath, so he took her life and brought her body to the regent. The king and the regent plead guilty."

Nan Baoyi was even more surprised.

Chu Huainan is the emperor, but he calls himself a "little man"!

And he, in order to surrender to the second brother, killed his wife!

Song Rou treated him with loyalty and loyalty, and repeatedly made suggestions for him. He actually said to kill and kill!

Which one is he playing? !

There were already many court ladies and eunuchs gathered in the alleys. Hearing what Chu Huainan said, they all whispered in surprise, pointing to Chu Huainan and arguing.

But Chu Huainan didn't seem to feel any discomfort, so he bowed his head respectfully and bowed to his knees. He said respectfully: "The villain is dull and unworthy of being an emperor. king!"

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