After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Before Nan Bao's clothes could be smashed and bloody, a baby's cry suddenly came from the room, shrill and sharp.

Shen Yichao's chair froze in mid-air and he never moved it down again.

Nan Baoyi raised his head and seemed to be mocking: "Shen Xiaolangjun, sometimes I can't understand you."

No longer looking at Shen Yichao's complicated face, she walked straight towards the house with a small flower basket in her arm.

Shen Yichao took a deep breath and slowly put down the chair.

After a while, the baby's cry gradually disappeared and was replaced by Shu nursery rhymes, bright and relaxing, and a bit graceful and gentle.

Shen Yichao's eyes were blood red.

He suddenly roared like a trapped animal, smashed the chair out with great force, squatted slumped on the ground, and buried his face deeply in his hands.

Smoke...

power...

A distinguished family...

Those things he loved were finally getting further and further away from him.

In the past, my aunt always said that it doesn't matter if you take the wrong path, people can turn back.

Now he wanted to look back, but behind him was a vast ocean and an abyss.

He clearly can't turn back!

He said sadly: "Aunt, you have harmed your nephew!"

…

forecourt.

Shen Jiang wore a high bun, a smooth and plump forehead, and wore an expensive and exquisite purple palace dress. She was sitting on a soft couch by the window.

The passage of time has not damaged her beauty, but has added to her a graceful demeanor that a girl never had.

She sipped tea and listened expressionlessly to the voices coming from the outer room.

He was worthy of being the person who promoted the Yuchi family. Even though he had not shown up for more than 20 years, Yuchi Qinghuan was still able to dispatch the troops with ease and quickly redeployed the troops in Jiangnan.

In just half a day, he had completely taken control of Jiangnan.

He even consolidated the power of all the aristocratic families in the south, and he was more ruthless than Yuchi Changgong.

It fell silent outside.

The sound of opening the bead curtain came.

Shen Jiang did not raise his head: "What do you plan to do with me?"

Yuchi Qinghuan had already packed up her appearance.

Although he is middle-aged, he still has a good foundation. He is tall and tall, with deep and wild eyebrows, and a strong sense of aggression in his eyes.

He looked at Shen Jiang wantonly and raised his lips: "The Queen Shen in my impression is a person who must retaliate. Why, are you giving up resistance now?"

"I know you won't kill me, so I'm not in a hurry." Shen Jiang said nonchalantly, "I am the mother of the new emperor, and she is also the woman Xiao Yu cares about. What I care about is whether you can be your hostage. Good food and good housing.”

Yuchi Qinghuan sat next to her and said meaningfully: "You and I have had a romantic relationship. Even if you kill me, I will not treat you badly. I like to conquer women with vicious hearts. If Queen Shen doesn't mind - —”

Shen Jiang avoided his hand.

She straightened her back and said, "My appearance is getting old and unsightly."

Yuchiqing laughed happily: "If you are unsightly,

There is no worthy woman in the world! "

He stopped laughing, poured a glass of wine, and said while drinking: "In my eyes, there are no eternal enemies in the world, it just depends on whether the interests are the same. Empress Shen wants to go to the North, and I just have the intention of the Northern Expedition. You and I Why not temporarily forget the grudges of the past and work together to unite the world?"

Shen Jiang was silent.

Now she just wants to know whether Xiao Yu is Zhao Nu.

She no longer had any thoughts about the Northern Expedition.

Seeing that she was silent, Yu Chiqing continued: "I have already sent a letter of war to the north, agreeing to fight in three days. Is Queen Shen interested in watching the battle? You know Xiao Daoyan's fighting style better than I do. With you here, I will fight. The South has a lot to gain.”

Shen Jiang picked up the tea cup.

The tea has cooled down.

She took a sip slowly and said, "Okay."

If Xiao Yu is Zhao Nu...

When he saw her with his former mortal enemy, he would lose his composure, right?

As long as it is proven that he is not Zhao Nu, then she can continue the Northern Expedition, continue to be her empress, and continue to have no guilt for the crimes she has committed in the past twenty years.

Shen Jiang's hand holding the tea cup couldn't help but tremble.

There is a slight expectation hidden in the eyes, but also an overwhelming complexity.

…

Yuchi Qinghuan left the room, and as soon as she stepped out of the threshold, she bumped into Yuchi Beichen, who had been waiting for a long time.

Yuchi Beichen was wearing a plain robe, and his eyes were still red and swollen from crying.

He saluted and whispered: "Father, I have buried my father and sister properly. I heard that you have put sister Baoyi under house arrest. I don't know where she is. Can I go to visit? I also heard the deputy general say , you sent someone to write a letter of war to Xiao Daoyan. Do you plan to take Sister Baoyi and A Chou as hostages and threaten him on the battlefield? This is not what a gentleman would do-"

"Good-for-nothing!"

Yuchi Qinghuan scolded him.

He put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "If you want her, I can give her to you tonight. As for the baby, keeping it is an eyesore. If I were you, I would have killed her! Take her as a hostage. So what, if you don’t have that little oil bottle, wouldn’t it be better to ask her to give you another child? After playing with women for a long time, she will kiss you, why should you be so timid! "

Yuchi Beichen pursed his lips and lowered his head in silence.

Yuchi Qinghuan became angry when he saw his useless look, and waved his hand: "Get away!"

Yuchi Beichen was startled by his suddenly raised voice, bowed out, and hurriedly ran away.

Yuchi Qinghuan looked at his unsatisfactory back and thought of the unsatisfactory Yuchi Changgong.

He raised his foot and twisted a fallen flower on the porch, his face full of ferociousness.

…

That night.

Yuchi Beichen was sitting in his bedroom, staring at a candle in a daze.

In front of him was an insole spread out, which his aunt had made for him before she died. He couldn't bear to wear it.

Next to the insole was a set of celadon tea cups used by Sister Baoyi. Although they had been cleaned long ago, he still couldn't bear to put them away and just put them on the table for viewing at any time.

Just when he was feeling sad, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.

He stood up and opened the door, and two women came in carrying a bed of red brocade.

The mother-in-law smiled like a flower: "Congratulations, husband. Congratulations, husband. The master of the house has specially ordered to give you a good thing. Please enjoy it slowly during the long night!"

They put the brocade quilt on the bed and left with a wink.

Yuchi Beichen frowned, feeling suspicious.

He walked slowly to the bed, stretched out his hand cautiously, and carefully opened a corner of the brocade quilt.

Long crow-green hair spread over her shoulders, and that familiar little face came into view, snow-white and delicate, with rosy eyes tightly closed, and a hint of frailty at the corners of her brows.

The collarbone is white and translucent, like a mutton-fat jade carving...

He was startled, and a blush quickly appeared on his cheeks.

He didn't dare to look down anymore and quickly let go of his hand as if he had touched boiling water.

He turned his back and touched his hot cheeks. He couldn't believe that Yuchi Qinghuan actually sent someone to deliver Sister Baoyi directly!

"Hold!"

He cursed fiercely, raised his hand to wipe his face, but found a nosebleed on his hand.

Nan Baoyi just woke up.

She groaned and touched her painful head.

She was trying to make flower cakes, and someone hit her on the head with a stick.

She sat up with difficulty, looked up and saw Yuchi Beichen, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Yuchi?!"

Yuchi Beichen didn't dare to turn around, wiping his nosebleed, his face as dark as water: "You can't stay in Jiangnan anymore!"

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