After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Not satisfied?"

Shen Jiang squinted his eyes, his pupils were as cold as a deep pool.

She was domineering, leaning back on the chaise couch, and calmly said: "I was born in this palace, knew a thousand characters at the age of three, read military books at the age of six, founded Jinwuwei at the age of twelve, and went out with her father as a military teacher. The neighboring powerful countries make Da Yong, who has been reduced to a second-class country, become the first of all countries in one fell swoop..."

She raised her jaw arrogantly: "Xiao Daoyan, as the son of this palace, you should be proud. Why are you not convinced?"

Xiao Yi's eyes were bloodshot.

His voice was deep: "You are powerful in sweeping the countries, but I hate you more than reverence, I hate you more than a tiger, I hate you for giving birth and not raising. If you don't love, why do you want to bring me into the world?"

Although he belonged to the Da Yong imperial clan, he had suffered more when he was young than ordinary children.

From the time he was sensible, no one loved him.

The several teenagers in the Nan family are loved by their mothers, but he has nothing, only the loquat tree in the yard to accompany him to grow up alone, only the endless insults and abuses by his domestic servants.

Finally, relying on her ability to become the overlord of Nan Yue, this woman jumped out impatiently, wanting to take away everything he earned with his blood, and to take away his capital to protect Nan Jiaojiao.

He just wanted to ask...

Why?

What's the use of him wanting this mother?

Shen Jiang don't look away.

The night wind blew out a few glazed lamps, and the light and shadow whirled. Her beautiful face was hidden in the darkness, making her look unreal.

For a long time, she dismissed the topic indifferently: "You grew up in Jinguan City, and you have an unruly temperament and a bad temper, and you are not suitable for inheriting the position of prince. Your third brother is a famous gentleman in the world, fame, political achievements, and connections, but you cannot I hope you will remember. Give him the Talisman and Tianshu. If he can succeed, it will be good for you in the future."

Xiao Yi laughed out loud.

His things belong to Nan Jiaojiao, so why should he give it to a brother he doesn't know?

His bent eyes were even more blood red, and there was blood between his teeth. He asked jokingly, "What if I refuse?"

Shen Jiang's hand gently covered the glazed lamp.

The lampshade was slightly hot, making her palms warm.

She raised her eyes, her delicate eyebrows filled with indifference: "Then hit until you are willing to hand it over."

The Blood Guard has no emotions, do it immediately!

The iron rod hit Xiao Yi's back hard, making a terrible muffled noise.

Xiao Yi didn't avoid it.

He looked directly at Shen Jiang, trying to stand up little by little.

The iron rods hit his legs, back and other places one after another. He was covered with blood, but stood up slowly and forcefully. He stared at Shen Jiang and grasped the two iron rods that came towards him. .

The wrist moved, and the iron rod instantly separated from the hands of the two blood guards.

Xiao Yi turned up!

The iron rod swept through the air, knocking down the two blood guards in the air, hitting the pepper wall hard, spitting out a horrible mouth of blood.

Xiao Yi landed and was about to continue. Five blood guards appeared in all directions, and the golden hooks connected to the chains attacked his limbs, firmly penetrating his flesh and blood, and tightly tightening on his skeleton.

The blood stained his brocade robe.

Shen Jiang raised his index finger and gently placed it in front of his lips: "Don't move around...it will die. Obediently hand over the soldier talisman and go to Chang'an as a free prince, okay?"

Xiao Yi stared at her, just smiling.

In the next instant, he grabbed the iron cable, and regardless of the pain of the golden hook tearing the flesh, he suddenly threw the five blood guards into the air. He picked up the iron rod and volleyed into the air, severely wounding the five blood guards!

Jiu Chi Mo knife returned to his hand, he was about to kill, but the palace door was pushed open.

Shen Yijue's black robe was dyed with frost and dew, stepped into the temple threshold, walked to Shen Jiang, leaned over and whispered in her ear, took out the silk paw covered with nails from his arms and presented it to her respectfully.

Shen Jiang held his cheeks and glanced at Xiao Yi with interest: "Give it to him."

The candle flame beats.

When Xiao Yi got Sipa, she recognized it as Nan Jiaojiao's.

When opened, the nails hidden in the veil showed a deep and shallow pale pink color, and were also inlaid with fine pearls and jade.

This is Nan Jiaojiao's nails.

Xiao Yi suddenly squeezed Sipa tightly, his pupils congested at a speed visible to the naked eye, and muttered, "You guys, kill her?!"

Almost without waiting for others to answer, he burst into a terrifying aura in an instant.

He looked like a sharp blade out of the sheath, killing Shen Jiang without hesitation!

Shen Yijue raised his long sword and stood in front of Shen Jiang, sternly: "Is your Highness going to kill his mother?!"

Jiu Chi Mo Dao is oncoming!

The two knives met and sparks spattered.

Shen Yi definitely caught Xiao Yi's eyes, but was shocked.

What kind of eyes are that?

Blood red, cruel, dark, domineering!

Xiao Yi curled her lips, but looked more terrifying than when she was not smiling: "Mother-killing? Shen Jiang, what kind of thing is she? Get out!"

Shen Yijue only persisted for a few moments, and the long knife snapped suddenly!

He took a few steps backwards embarrassedly, his mouth was numb, almost unable to hold the knife!

Gang wind hits.

Shen Jiang always maintained a languid sitting posture, even too lazy to lift his eyelids.

As if in her eyes, Xiao Yi was just a child who couldn't make a fuss.

Just when Xiao Yi's blade was about to touch her eyebrows, the baby's cry came from outside the temple.

"Dao Yan."

Someone is calling Xiao Yi.

The voice became clearer and warmer, just like the waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

Xiao Yi's Mo Dao stayed in front of Shen Jiang Mei.

No matter how he mobilized the true energy in his body, he couldn't move forward half an inch, as if someone was controlling him.

"Dao Yan."

Qingyue's warm and mellow voice sounded again, with irresistibility.

Xiao Yi was forced to give up killing Shen Jiang.

He slowly turned around.

The young man standing in front of the hall had a veiled robe and a cinnabar mole on his forehead.

He hugged Ah Qian and teased with a smile: "Is this Dao Yan's child? Born in Yuxue and cute, Master really loves it."

Xiao Yi stared at him closely, and some not so wonderful memories appeared in his mind.

When the emperor saw that his life was difficult, he specifically asked Shen Jiang to send a master to teach him homework. It was no one else who was sent to Jinguan City, but the savvy Taoist priest in front of him.

The thief Taoist stayed in Jinguan City for two years, and his life was worse than death during those two years.

Xiao Yi was expressionless: "Don't touch him."

The Taoist chuckled, poked Awei's tender and tender face, and said warmly: "I haven't seen him for many years. How come Daoyan doesn't know how to salute when I see the master? Your skill is what I teach. You want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor? Even your mother's queen They are going to be assassinated, it's really good."

Shen Jiang changed his sitting position and didn't mind Xiao Yi's act of killing her just now. He said lightly: "Nan Baoyi is not dead, but was arranged elsewhere by the palace. Ayan, as long as you are obedient, three years later. , How about I arrange for you to meet?"

Shen Yijue glanced at her.

The aunt smiled as usual, as if Nan Baoyi was really alive.

He understood that his aunt wanted Xiao Daoyan to work for her.

He looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi held the knife with a gloomy expression.