After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi thought about this, Dan Feng's eyes bend slyly again.

The Langjun from behind appeared for the first time.

The girl shook a ball fan, her lips were like petals and her voice was soft, but she said the cruelest, most mean, and most contrary words in the world:

"Ma Langjun was born too strong, even if he wears his clothes and belts, he can't wear the elegant feeling of the Wu belt. He is like a big stone pier, insulting the official style, and can only be regarded as a middle-class. Retire."

"Zhang Langjun's face is so red, is it natural? It's like a matchmaker who rubbed a red rouge at a wedding banquet. She looks tacky and has no character. The manner is restrained, the clothes are shabby, the inferior is inferior, and you can withdraw."

"..."

After an hour, she almost satirically commented all the poor students who were a little bit talented.

When it finally ended, all the young people who participated in the recommendation filed in. The children of the family were on the left, and the children of the poor were on the right. Together, they listened to the official announcement of the official result.

At the end of the list, none of the poor students were selected.

The water pavilion was a little weirdly silent.

After a while, the selected aristocratic children looked at each other a few times and stood up with a triumphant smile to thank Nan Baoyi.

Nan Baoyi waved his hand, and said crisply: "You have only learned people and let you stand out. The official is just acting impartially, so why bother?"

Hearing such a chilling words, the group of poor children trembled and their eyes flushed.

Even if they can only be officials below Rank 6, but that is also a precious opportunity for reading and serving the country to display their ambitions. Why does this woman deprive them of power? !

Ten years of cold window, conscientious work, are they just being teased by this woman for entering the palace? !

Someone finally raised the question.

Mr. Zhou's face was ugly: "What does Nan Situ mean? This year's recommendation. Can no one of the poor family be selected? Obviously their talents—"

"Master Zhou is dissatisfied?" Nan Baoyi interrupted him, tilting his head innocently, and Dan Feng's eyes were full of sarcasm, "If you are dissatisfied, if you have the ability, you should also ask the empress to like it!"

The water pavilion is more silent.

Nan Baoyi represents the power of the queen, and Zhou Jiadalang represents the power of King Yong.

Most officials dare not speak at all.

Don't dare to stand openly.

Zhou Jiadalang is an upright man who cherishes talents. He was so angry at Nan Baoyi's posture that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. Although he is a man who has tears and does not flick, his eyes are red with anger.

He stood up and sternly: "At the wedding banquet in the town government office, you blocked the sword for Empress Shen. Is the picture in hand today?!"

Nan Baoyi leisurely drank half a glass of wine.

She flushed her cheeks, raised her eyebrows, and nodded slightly: "Yeah, what I pictured is the power in her hands. As the prime minister, she looks at you unwillingly but helplessly kneeling under your official skirt, Ben The officer feels comfortable!"

"you--"

The girl's teeth were sharp, and Zhou Jia Lang was so speechless by her.

He was furious and frustrated: "Nan Baoyi, do you still remember that you were not a noble family in the South? Do you remember that you were struggling in Chang'an City?! Do you remember that when we climbed the beacon tower together, Said to realize the last words of the crown prince together?!"

Of course Nan Baoyi remembers.

——I want to change the doomed court, I want to create a common prosperity that belongs to the family and the poor, I want to make the great harmony that the saint said can be reproduced in the world. Can you abandon each other's ambitions and assist you in loneliness, so that you can achieve the most important weapon of a generation?

Nan Baoyi's eyelashes trembled lightly, casting a fan-shaped shadow on her white tender face.

When she was in Jinguancheng, she was just a little girl who knew nothing about it.

Apart from the little cousin, there are no other friends.

When she came to Chang'an, she met Ji Zhenzhen, Zhou Lingshu and Tang Xiao, and the Ning sisters, Qingyang Emperor Ji and Wen Zhining, and Zhou Dalang, Pei Dalang and others.

They are ambitious and ambitious, and they are all very good young people.

The prosperity they wanted to create, and the prosperity the second brother wanted to create, she also wanted to contribute.

No matter what method is used.

Whether it will be misunderstood or not.

Nan Baoyi smiled: "Have there ever been such a thing? I don't remember."

The short case blocked her body.

The hands on the knees were already clenched into fists.

The nail was pinched deeply into the palm of her palm, but she was unaware of the pain.

She smiled, her charming and beautiful face was so beautiful, even warmer than the impatiens in midsummer, showing no sign of repentance.

Zhou Jiada Lang was angry like thunder, and his hands trembled violently.

The women he met were very good, except for Shen Jiang, he had never seen a woman so greedy for power, black and white, and full of lies!

He drew out his dagger and suddenly cut the mat woven from bamboo strips.

He sternly said: "It is my greatest shame to be with someone like you! Nan Situ, from now on, you and I will cut off our friendship, no more friendship!"

He decisively turned and left.

Dalang Pei has a gentle character.

He stared at Nan Baoyi, but couldn't help showing disappointment.

He got up and followed last week Jia Dalang without saying a word.

The Qingliu faction in the court followed the two in silence.

The poor boy refused to give Nan Baoyi a straight eye, and only retired to Xiao Yi, then filed out with anger and grievance.

The bead curtain flicked lightly and hummed.

Before long, only officials from the Queen’s Party and the hired family members remained in the water pavilion.

A fat-eared official stood up and raised his glass triumphantly: "Nan Situ don't care about those guys, you're fair, the empress has a real vision! This glass of wine, I will respect you!"

Nan Baoyi supported him with one hand, the corner of his lips twitched, and Yaoyao toasted with him.

The lively orchestral sound soon sounded in the water pavilion.

The coveted chips are staggered, and the drunken fans.

Nan Baoyi got up while drunk and went to Baosha across the stream.

She didn't ask the maid to wait, and was about to close the door, when a big knuckled palm suddenly supported on the door frame.

She looked up.

The handsome face came into view, the bones were deep and smooth, Dan Feng's eyes were a bit deep and bitter.

"two--"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yi squeezed in.

He closed the door of Baoxia and pulled up Nan Baoyi's little hand.

The small palm was pinched with fresh red marks in the shape of teeth for months, and there was a scar that had not been scabbed.

He was unhappy: "How did you do it?"

Nan Baoyi broke away from him, hid her hands behind her, and said softly, "I accidentally injured the fruit when I peeled the fruit..."

Without waiting for Xiao Yi to speak, she suddenly frowned, and said with an aversion: "The same is true of my second brother. I have already prepared for you. Why don't you try to win over those unfamiliar children and come to me for what? As long as you take advantage of the vacancy to enter, why not worry about it? The family is important, but the power of the poor family is also very powerful..."

Xiao Yi didn't listen to what she was talking about chirping.

He stared at the little girl.

She has a small mouth, and her curved Danfeng eyes are full of shining brilliance. She is clearly burdened with unreasonable accusations. She has suffered great grievances, but it seems that she has taken great advantage...