After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Raise a few young and beautiful faces...

Xiao Yu's face instantly sank.

He stared at Shen Jiang: "You know my bottom line."

Shen Jiang pushed away Xiao Yu's hand and sneered: "Then you should also know the ambition of this palace!"

She approached Xiao Yu, Dan Feng’s eyes were beautiful but sharp: "You have served this palace for 20 years, and the performance on the phoenix couch is pretty good. This skin bag is also very popular in this palace. Reading in the past love, if this palace says Emperor, I will definitely give you a place to face..."

The fingers in the golden pierced armour brushed Xiao Yu's eyebrows carelessly.

The warm Qiuyang gave them the illusion of gentleness, as if they were a pair of very loving empresses.

Xiao Yu held her hand.

Shen Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Not happy?"

Xiao Yu expressionlessly said, "Who are you humiliating? Humiliating yourself? The Shen Jiang I know is definitely not a lover."

On Shen Jiang's white cheeks, a flush of anger and anger quickly appeared.

Her chest fluctuated violently, which made Xiao Yu even more unpleasant.

The wide-sleeve shuffling the floor swept across Xiao Yu's cheek sharply, and she acted desperately at the emperor Dang Chao!

Xiao Yu's face was still calm, as if accustomed to her behavior.

He stood sideways to block, but his moves were gentle.

The wind of tricks soon sounded in the hall.

Nan Baoyi and the little ladies looked at the empress in a daze.

The two people quarreled as they spoke, and fought after arguing, as if fighting was just commonplace for them in the past twenty years.

Nan Baoyi regretted it and said softly: "I knew I would not mention the first thing."

If one day is beaten to death by Empress Shen, the sin will be serious...

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Xiao Yu slammed into the Bogu frame.

The precious antique bottles and jars fell to the ground, and the ground was messy.

He coughed violently, his face was as pale as paper, and his figure was shaky.

Shen Jiang flicked his sleeves, standing calmly in the autumn sun.

The phoenix robe is swaying, and the grace is outstanding.

She smiled: "If it were placed twenty years ago, this palace would definitely not be your opponent. It is just Xiao Yu, these twenty years have polished all your fighting spirit and spirit, and also destroyed your body. Now you, It's just a dog that is lingering and panting. You are also worthy to fight against this palace? What kind of young emperor, what world overlord, Xiao Yu, you are no different from the male favorite who is called by the palace. Dignified emperor, It's ridiculous that Israel is serving people!"

The red and full vermilion lips spoke the most damning words in the world.

Xiao Yu was like a fragile piece of white paper, slowly falling to the ground.

He coughed, and blood was winding across the ground, staining his uniform.

Shen Jiang glanced at the blood, and opened his eyes indifferently: "Soil the palace's bedroom, which is an eyesore. Drag it down."

Xiao Yu panted, looking at her through the gap in her eyelashes: "Shen Jiang..."

The other party didn't want to listen to him at all, and turned around blankly.

Xiao Yu looked deeply at her back until she was helped away by several court ladies.

Nan Baoyi couldn't turn her eyes away.

She has read the History of Dayong Kingdom.

Xiao Yu, a young man enthroned, is a master of literary talent and martial arts.

When Shen Xingshu led his army to various countries, Shen Jiang accompanied him as a military commander, but the pioneer was Xiao Yu who was still the prince.

According to historical records, Xiao Yu was riding a night jade lion with a sword in his hand, and he was invincible on all battlefields. Of course, Shen Jiang offered a good plan, but many strategies were tricky and complicated, and ordinary generals could not cooperate. Only Xiao Yu perfectly matched all her strategies.

Because of the successive annexations of many countries, Shen Jiang's reputation rose to fame, and Xiao Yu's name followed the slogan of the world, making the enemy troops frightened.

After he became the throne, he was recognized as a juvenile overlord of various countries, and was also placed by the Da Yong family with the hope of regaining territories and calming the world.

But no one expected that the young emperor would suddenly delegate power to the queen.

Twenty years have been like wind and smoke, and the Zhaoye jade lion who followed him in the south and north wars has long died of old age.

Tai Ajian, who accompanied him, was even missing.

He has faded away all the traces of the overlord, and only the rumors of the past are left, and he has become the swan song of the folk streets...

Nan Baoyi's eyelashes were drooping, and it was difficult to associate the fragile man just now with the vigorous youth overlord.

When she was in a trance, Shen Jiang turned to them, his expressions could not distinguish between emotions and anger: "Does it look good?"

Nan Baoyi and others quickly put down their memorials and knelt down one after another.

Nan Baoyi was brave, unable to restrain her curiosity, and whispered: "Niang Niang just said that twenty years ago, you were not the opponent of the emperor... After all these years, the emperor's body has become weaker and weaker. Is it because of illness? The Weichen walked in the palace and did not hear that the emperor was sick..."

Shen Jiang Sui asked her.

The girl's head hangs deeper.

Shen Jiang sneered: "Nan Qing, listening to your tone, could it be that this palace poisoned the emperor, which caused him to be sick now?"

Nan Baoyi put his head to the ground: "Weichen dare not."

Shen Jiang picked up a cup of tea, raised his head and drank it.

She threw the tea bowl on the book case, her voice indifferent: "My palace is not going to use poison to deal with him, my palace is not that dirty! My palace doesn't want him to die of illness, my palace just wants him to watch the Xiao family. With his surname, my palace just wants him to live well to the end and suffer well to the end!"

The woman's voice seemed to be poisoned.

The cold is in the bone.

Nan Baoyi stared at the glazed tiles decorated with golden lotus.

She believed what Empress Shen said.

However, Tianzi’s illness is really strange. She has been with Brother Jiang for a few years and knows a little bit of medical theory. She looked at Tianzi like anemia...

However, how can you be anemia if you are dignified and enjoy the wealth of the world?

...

Coming out of Kunning Palace, Taste Heart greeted him.

Nan Baoyi rubbed her forehead, looked at the direction of Shangyang Palace, and said, "If you don't return to Shangyang Palace today, let's go to Brother Jiang's small house for the night."

Taste Xin immediately smiled: "The slaves don't like to go to Yanggong either. Except for the master, the slaves don't like the princess and the other princes are unclear!"

Because of fear that the bumpy ride will affect the fetus in the abdomen, Nan Baoyi often rides a long eaves car recently.

Through the streets, Chang'an is still noisy.

She was concentrating on flipping through the scrolls, and she suddenly reminded: "Wang Hao, we are passing by Drunk Huayin, and the master is on it."

Nan Baoyi looked up.

This is still the place where the second brother and the others meet for a feast.

The beauties in the pavilion stepped aside, sitting some family princes and girls, in addition to the Pei family couple, Zhou family brothers and others, there were also some family princes and poor family children she did not know.

The second elder brother sits in the middle, playing with a wine cup, holding it up, listening to the music.

A beautiful and slender girl, with a slender-waisted skirt embracing a pipa, and another dignified Gaohua girl holding a flute, play "Mountain Flowing Water" together.

However, their minds are not on the music.

When he flicked, he raised his eyelashes from time to time, and peered at his second brother with those watery eyes, expressing a bit of shyness unique to his daughter's family.