After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

No matter how carefully the other party protects it, after more than 20 years, this white fox mask has long been worn out, the cloud and thunder hooks traced by the cinnabar faded and dim, and even the tether was worn and broken.

Shen Jiang stared at the mask.

Dan Feng's eyes were gradually blushing, and she took up the mask, shaking her hands violently.

She touched the cloud and thunder cross pattern with her fingertips a little bit. These patterns were drawn by her hand back then, and she could recognize them at a glance...

But he died many years ago. Why did the mask she gave him appear here?

Linglingqin sound lingers faintly in his ears, and in a daze, Shen Jiang seems to have returned to the prosperous time when he was young and traveled south of the Yangtze River with him.

They stayed at this Fengxue Temple at night.

There are floods in spring and summer. People nearby like to choose this season to worship the Dragon King. The long nights are full of lively bonfires. She and him often hide behind the Dragon King statue and eat tribute. It is also in this temple. She told him that she likes him...

Revisiting the Qinhuai River and Fengxue Temple today is of great significance to her.

Shen Jiang turned around and shouted in all directions: "Are you still here? You are not dead?! If you are not dead, if you remember me, why didn't you come to see me for more than 20 years?! Zhaonu, you are so cruel!"

The surroundings were silent, and the sound of the river dying eastward came not far away, like the spring light that was gone forever.

Shen Jiang did not see the person appear for a long time, and angrily overturned the piano case.

The guqin fell to the ground with a sharp roar, making Nan Baoyi shocked.

She looked at Shen Jiang, and the other party was holding the white fox mask tightly. Danfeng's eyes were bloodshot, tears swirled in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Nan Baoyi's eyes fell on the mask again.

Look familiar.

After a while, she raised her eyebrows.

She had seen this mask in Xiao Yu's palace!

She hesitated: "I have a word, I don't know whether to say it or not..."

Shen Jiang fell deep in his emotions, and snapped: "Get out!"

Nan Baoyi refused to roll, and said to herself: "I have seen this mask in the emperor's palace. He loves it as a treasure and keeps it very carefully... I am afraid that it is not your old friend who plays the piano here today, but The emperor...he secretly crossed the river and chose to re-visit the Qinhuai River and Fengxue Temple today. He played the music of the year, is it to commemorate the dead love between you and the piano master?"

Shen Jiang stared at her fiercely.

Nan Baoyi closed her mouth silently.

Shen Jiang still held the mask, immersed in complex emotions.

Nan Baoyi held back for a moment, and couldn't help but say again: "I suddenly had a bold idea, Empress Empress, is it possible that the luthier back then was the emperor? He always wears a mask, and you have never seen him. Face..."

Shen Jiang's emotions were completely disrupted by her wild spirit.

The brewing tears can't flow out, her voice is cold: "If today's piano player is Xiao Yu, then he is playing mystery and attracting the attention of this palace. As for your Nan Baoyi, if you talk about it, this palace will You leave the river to worship the Dragon King."

She walked out with a calm face.

Nan Baoyi refused to give up and kept up: "I don't understand why you fall in love with a man who has never seen the real face... You are not afraid that he is an ugly monster? In case you wear a mask to cover up the skinny, you- —"

Shen Jiang interrupted her mercilessly: "Come here, throw her down the river."

"Queen Empress, I was wrong!" Nan Baoyi said with a small mouth, "The luthier you fell in love with must be outstanding. He is a match made by nature and a marriage made in heaven. If you are together, then you will be a top-notch match. It's just natural not to be together. Not allowed!"

Shen Jiang wanted to slap her twice.

Nan Baoyi boarded the Qingsha long eaves car with her and couldn't help looking back towards Fengxue Temple.

The smile on his little face was gradually replaced by condensation.

in case……

If the piano master of the year was really Xiao Yu...

She looked at Shen Jiang.

The other party was casting his eyes down, caressing the white fox mask lovingly.

If the piano master is Xiao Yu, Empress Shen, what will happen to her?

The long eaves car with green yarn drifts along the Qinhuai River gradually.

Wind and Snow Temple.

The dragon king statue is covered with a thick layer of gray, a figure quietly leaning against the dragon king statue, the sun shines through the window, his side is pale and handsome, and his drooping eyes are calm and calm, not as greasy as a middle-aged person. And secular.

He dusted the white sleeves and slowly walked around the dragon king statue.

He didn't expect that she would come to Fengxue Temple too, so he hid in a hurry and failed to take away the mask.

He leaned over and picked up the guqin and relocated it on the piano case.

He sat down with his robe, his long, well-knotted fingers stroking the strings.

Qin tone Lingling.

When he was young, he fell in love with her at first sight, and he was angry when he learned that she refused to accept the gift of marriage, and even ran away from home at the will of the royal family and the Shen family.

The emperor father also had no face, and cursed: "There is only a woman on the left. Could it be that my royal prince cannot marry a better family girl?! From tomorrow, I will choose the prince for you, and I will choose the most beautiful one in the world. !"

He was at a vigorous age back then, and even his eyes were very energetic: "The woman of the son, the son chasing it by himself. The woman is like a wild horse, the more fierce the son, the more he likes it!"

So he made a private visit and followed her all the way to Jiangnan.

He tried to get rid of the former overbearing arrogance. He also learned from the scholar in the south of the Yangtze River. He also learned to be gentle and introverted and personable. He also learned to hide without revealing and pretend to be deep, and he deceived her easily. .

Today that year, when they came back from the tavern drinking, he sat under the dragon king statue and stroking the piano, she was drunk on her head, happily drew out the sword, and danced on the sound of the piano.

She blushed with a pretty face, chanting aloud the poems and songs of the previous dynasty, and the song went down heartily.

She threw away the sharp sword, unfastened the two disc buttons of her strong suit, and suddenly knelt down beside him.

She breathed, full of the sweetness of green plum wine, which disturbed his mind for a moment.

She hooked his neck, and her warm breath fell on his cheek, making him itchy.

She stroked his Adam's apple restlessly, with all kinds of red phoenix eyes, her lips slightly opened, and she said the most beautiful love words in the world: "Zhaonu, I like you...Will you marry me?"

Back then, his blood was on his head in an instant, and he wanted to jump up and turn thirty somersaults!

He was scrupulous about the gentle impression he gave her, and tried to suppress the excitement, his face was deep and indifferent: "You once said that you have a marriage contract with the royal prince. How can I marry a woman who has a marriage contract?"

At the time, she was still domineering and calmly asked: "Do you love me?"

He wanted to talk about love, but he didn't want to use this heavy identity.

So he lowered his eyes pretentiously, and only quietly played the piano, thinking about when to expose her true body to her.

However, such silence was a rejection in her eyes.

She was such a proud girl, she immediately drew her sword and put it on his neck: "Do you love me?!"