After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

In the deep palace, the night is silent.

Chu Huainan lowered his head deeply, and ate two more bites of Dragon Beard Cake.

After a while, his face gradually turned blue and white, and red blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, and the stickiness dyed his Yuebai brocade robe.

Abdominal cramps.

He slowly fell on the rubble like a shrimp, his limbs twitching constantly.

He stared at the beautiful girl beside the palace lantern through his hazy teary eyes.

He still held the bag of dragon beard cake tightly, because the abdomen was too painful, and the blue veins on the back of his hand violently, glowing with weird purple.

He murmured: "Little princess..."

Nan Baoyi's eyes are reddish.

She put arsenic on these pieces of dragon beard cake.

Chu Huainan has never been a man of courage.

He could neither make a comeback nor escape from the palace without authorization.

Rather than let him be humiliated and humiliated by others in Lenggong for the rest of his life, it is better to send him a ride, not only to avenge the people of Manchuria, but also to be buried with the country, not in vain for the Chu family to dominate and rule the roost over the past two centuries.

She frankly said: "I'm sorry."

Dark clouds obscure the moon, and thunderstorms are coming in the night sky.

Chu Huainan was obsessed with Nan Baoyi.

Her plain white veil skirt was blown up by the gale, and the corners of her complicated skirt were flipped and flying. Her appearance was as delicate and charming as before, but her expression was much firmer than before.

He remembered that Jinguancheng Bookstore was amazing at the first time that autumn.

I also remember the moment when she sat with him outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, facing the white lanterns in the palace, and sharing the dragon's silk cake with him during the Shangyuan Festival.

She is still her, always her.

But he himself changed from a human to a beast.

Chu Huainan's voice trembled, but he still tried to smile, and murmured: "Little princess, the dragon beard cake this time is not as sweet as the last time... but lonely, I still like it..."

The man's voice slowly weakened.

That gentle jade face, in the light and shadow of the palace lantern, presents a gentleness that has never been seen before, and even the joy of liberation is hidden between the eyebrows.

Nan Baoyi was silent and closed his eyes.

The sound of army boots came from behind.

A slender figure stood still behind the girl.

Snow white lightning splits the sky, and the thunder roars instantly.

The squally gusts, rainstorms in all directions, instantly extinguished several palace lanterns in the distance of the imperial city.

Nan Baoyi's palace lantern was also annihilated, and the surroundings plunged into chaos and darkness.

Xiao Yi stood silently, holding an umbrella for Nan Baoyi.

Raindrops rolled down the tip of the paper umbrella, splashing the girl's embroidered shoes.

She sat for a long time before she stood up, turned around and hugged Xiao Yi's waist, pressed her small face to his chest, and whispered, "Second brother, shall we go home?"

Xiao Yi and her fingers intertwined.

The two walked through the long palace alleys.

Nan Baoyi's phoenix eyes were clear and moist, stretched out his hand to touch the rain outside the umbrella.

For Chu Huainan, his ups and downs are over.

But for her and second brother, they have not yet set foot in Chang'an, have not yet come into contact with the glitzy and prosperous ancient capital, and have not yet begun to peek at the upright and arrogant Da Yong Mingmen.

They still have a long, long way to go.

The surrounding light and shadow were dim, and the torrential rain was blown under the umbrella by the wind, which wet the clothes of the two of them.

Xiao Yi grabbed Nan Baoyi's thin shoulders, tilted the paper umbrella mostly toward her, and whispered, "Are you afraid?"

Nan Baoyi comfortably nestled in his arms: "I am not afraid of anything with my second brother."

How could she and Chu Huainan be the same.

She has courage, courage, and Xiao Yi who loves her deeply.

She is not afraid of the way forward!

Back at the palace, both of them were soaked.

Xiao Yi had built a white jade lotus pond for bathing in the side hall of the palace some time ago. He Ye and the maid had already put hot water for bathing in the pool.

Xiao Yi came to the side hall holding Nan Baoyi and reached out to untie her clothes.

The girl stood by the pool obediently, stretched out her arms, and let Xiao Yi take off her skirt and blouse.

She soon left only two thin and delicate robes, which were glued to her body by the rain.

Xiao Yi was about to untie her tie when she suddenly began to make noise.

The girl leaned on the chaise couch in front of the screen, and slapped her like a waterfall: "Am I beautiful?"

Xiao Yi didn't answer, took a thick and generous bath towel, and carefully wrapped her tightly. He squatted on one knee in front of the chaise couch, touched her head, and coaxed her: "Stop making trouble, don't bathe again. , You have to catch the wind and cold. Jiaojiao never likes to take medicine, so why bother to embarrass herself?"

Nan Baoyi was unhappy.

Although, she used to be very impatient to have **** with Xiao Yi, but since she became the king of Yong, she has stayed in the Imperial Study Room for three days and she hasn't touched her much.

Now that she is like this, he is unmoved.

Where is her second brother who is ready to move?

She glanced at Xiao Yi suspiciously, "It won't break down with you, right?"

Xiao Yi frowned.

He was just thinking about her body, what was she thinking about all day?

Regardless of the little girl's struggle, he kicked and kicked her, hugged her sideways, and said with a dumb voice: "Muse yourself first, and then drink a bowl of hot **** soup. I can do it, you will know later.

Nan Baoyi heard gritted teeth from his voice.

She giggled.

She took the opportunity to hold Xiao Yi's neck, kissed his chin like a coquettish, straightened up her upper body, attached to his ear, temptation and whispered: "Tomorrow, ask the second brother to help him out, okay?"

Leaning forward...

Xiao Yi's face was strange.

He often didn't understand where Nan Jiaojiao learned these words.

What's more, for Nan Jiaojiao's small body and bones, she started crying and begging for mercy within a quarter of an hour. Can he have the ability to help him out?

Give her what she can.

He pulled his lips, bowed his head, and whispered ambiguously in Nan Baoyi's ear: "I'm afraid that someone else will come out with his waist..."

Nan Baoyi couldn't help being embarrassed.

She blushed with shame, squeezed her fist and beat him, and whispered: "I look down on who..."

As a result, the person who put a harsh word on Xiao Yi to help Xiao Yi walk out, shortly after getting on the bed, because he refused to take a hot bath in time after being exposed to the rain, he fell ill with a high fever.

Xiao Yi sat in the tent, and that was not enough.

He stared at Nan Baoyi. The little girl was sick like a mountain. She was wearing white silk bedclothes and lying pitifully on the bed. Her face was pale and thin, with tears on her eyelashes.

He was expressionless: "Nan Jiaojiao, in my whole life, I've fallen on you."

Nan Baoyi's consciousness is still sober.

She raised her small white hand, raised her tail finger, and put Jiao Didi on her hot forehead. She glanced at Xiao Yi with a guilty conscience, and did not forget that she was sick and groaned: "Oh, oh..."

"Don't'ouch'." Xiao Yi put her hand in the quilt, "I won't force you."

Nan Baoyi obediently shut up, but her heart was sweet.

Xiao Yi sent someone to invite Jiang Suihan to see a doctor for decoction.

Who knew that there was a big acquaintance who followed Jiang Suihan into the palace.

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The hand hurts so much that I only wrote the seventeen chapters. I will write two chapters all night. Everyone will get up tomorrow morning

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