After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The young emperor who came into view was wearing a plain red gauze robe and a three-finger-wide gold leather belt around his waist. He had a dragon-like and phoenix-like figure, and he had a majestic and arrogant demeanor. I don't know who he looked like, but his appearance was the most like him.

And because of this similarity, she sent him far away to the southwest since he was a child. In recent years, she has treated him like an enemy...

More than just treating him like an enemy?

She treated those children like enemies.

Shen Jiang stared at Xiao Yi, laughed out loud, and his eyes became even redder.

A female official bowed her knee respectfully to Xiao Yi and said, "Greetings to Your Majesty. The Queen Mother took advantage of the opportunity to be alone and intended to hang herself from a beam. Fortunately, the slaves found out in time and stopped her. Your Majesty, please make your decision!"

Xiao Yi put his hands behind his back: "I didn't know that Queen Shen, who has always been arrogant, would choose to commit suicide. In your eyes, isn't committing suicide a cowardly act?"

He questioned, his eyes full of coldness.

He was resentful towards Shen Jiang.

He wished he could kill her with his own hands and send her to hell immediately!

But he just can't...

Poinsettia bluntly said that there is no cure for the twin poison. If Shen Jiang dies, Nan Jiaojiao will also die. It seems that Shen Jiang is plotting against Nan Jiaojiao, but in fact it is a way of survival left by his father for Shen Jiang.

What a loving couple!

One tortures and kills children for the past, and the other has worked hard for twenty years to give up his power and calculate people's hearts just to leave a way for his beloved woman to survive!

What about the royal brother? !

What about Qingyang? !

What about his Nan Jiaojiao? !

Who will leave them a way to survive? !

Shen Jiang ignored his sarcasm.

She lowered her eyes and fondled the white fox mask in her arms.

The mask was old and broken, and she glued it back together with clay.

Her voice was numb, as if she had stepped half-foot into the underworld: "He is gone, and I don't want to live. Even if you don't kill me for Nan Baoyi, when the master returns to the court, the aristocratic family, the poor family, and the world will still demand you. Kill me to apologize, why bother?"

"I don't care what they think. I will never kill you." Xiao Yi said expressionlessly, "Not only will I not kill you, I will also send people to watch you and serve you all the time. I want you to grow up in the deep palace. Live a hundred years and die alone. This is the rest of your life that I have arranged for you."

Shen Jiang clasped his mask tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Longevity?

This is really the cruelest punishment for her.

Before she could say anything else, Xiao Yihan turned and left with a face on his face.

The courtyard door closed heavily behind him.

He raised his hand and rubbed his brow.

Ning Wanzhou appeared holding a narrow knife with a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Aren't you going to kill her?"

Xiao Yi glanced at him.

The boy's youthfulness has faded away, and there is undisguised hatred between his handsome eyebrows.

Thinking of the tragedy at the Zhenguo Palace, Xiao Yi pursed his thin lips, suppressed his guilt, and whispered: "No killing."

Ning Wanzhou was stunned: "Shen Jiang colluded with powerful people to control the court for more than 20 years.

He even attempted to usurp the throne! For such a capital crime, tell me, why don't you kill her? ! How do you explain to the ministers, how do you explain to the people of the world? ! "

He had been guarding outside the small courtyard for five days.

Finally, when Xiao Yi came over, he said, "Don't kill her!"

Shen Jiang killed his parents. If he doesn't take revenge, he will have trouble sleeping and eating!

Xiao Yi slowly raised his hand and pointed at the closed courtyard door: "Then go kill her."

Ning Wanzhou raised her feet and walked to the door of the hospital as if she was angry.

Before taking two steps, Xiao Yi's voice caught up with him: "Kill her, and Nan Jiaojiao will die. Even if Nan Baozhu doesn't make trouble with you, can your own conscience be okay? What did Nan Jiaojiao do wrong? Why should she be buried with Shen Jiang?"

Ning Wanzhou was furious: "Who asked her to seek refuge with Shen Jiang? She deserves it!"

Xiao Yi sternly said: "You clearly know what kind of person she is. You just transferred your hatred for Shen Jiang to her. She worked hard for me and Dayong, and she even lost her close relatives. Why should she Do I still want to suffer this injustice from you?!"

Ning Wanzhou was silent.

He held the narrow knife tightly, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his palm, but he refused to let go even an inch.

The beautiful peach blossom was even more jealous, tears welling up in her eyes. He gritted his teeth, stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall.

Xiao Yi softened his expression and put his hand on his shoulder.

She clearly felt that Ning Wanzhou's body was trembling and she was holding back her emotions.

After a long time, Xiao Yi lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Ning Wanzhou... Bento is for my sake, okay?"

The last light of dusk falls from the horizon.

Ning Wanzhou's figure was shrouded in darkness, extremely desolate.

…

The next day, Chinese Valentine's Day.

Xiao Yi made arrangements, and at dusk invited Nan Baozhu, Han Yanliang and other girls who were friends with Nan Baoyi, and also brought some princes and grandsons, all wearing the clothes of ordinary wealthy people, to the market by the Qinhuai River to have fun. .

After the war, the city of Jinling quickly regained its vitality. The lights on both sides of the Qinhuai River meandered toward the distance like golden jade belts. The sound of silk and bamboo could be heard from the painted boat, and the woman's singing voice was melodious and moving.

Vendors sell flowers and fruits, brocade cloth, clothes, hairpins, shoes and hats and other trinkets along the river. People who go out for fun rub shoulders with each other. Various games and gambling games gather on the streets under the trees, which is very lively.

While having dinner at the Yage Restaurant, everyone laughed and played guessing games, trying their best to cheer up the atmosphere so that Nan Baoyi could get over his sadness.

Nan Baoyi sat quietly in the corner.

She was holding a small white jade bowl. In the bowl were red pomegranate seeds peeled by Yuchi Beichen.

She looked at it for a long time, then silently put down the small bowl and went downstairs alone.

The laughter in the room suddenly stopped as the door was closed.

Everyone looked at each other.

Xiao Yi signaled them to continue drinking and got up alone to chase Nan Baoyi.

…

The oncoming night breeze was a bit refreshing.

Xiao Yi held Nan Baoyi's hand and held the newly bought revolving lantern in the other hand.

He tilted his head to look at her and coaxed: "There are people playing hut in front of you. I remember you liked playing this when you were young. Let's go and have a try?"

Nan Baoyi stared at the tips of his shoes and remained silent.

Xiao Yi led her to the big tree and asked the boss how many feather arrows he had bought.

He handed the feather arrow to Nan Baoyi, but Nan Baoyi silently avoided it.

His hand froze in the air for a long time, and he smiled and said: "Nan Jiaojiao has always been inaccurate in shooting. If you just watch me from the side, I will win a prize for you."

His accuracy was so good that the people watching burst into cheers. He took the lottery from the boss and turned to look at Nan Baoyi, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Panicking in his heart, he hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and looked around for a moment before he saw the little girl standing alone by the Qinhuai River, staring blankly at the dark water.

In just five days, her back had lost weight.

Xiao Yi suppressed the feeling of being cut by a knife, quickly walked forward and hugged her from behind: "Nan Jiaojiao..."

Nan Baoyi closed her eyes, tears rolling down the back of the man's hands, which were surprisingly hot.

She choked with sobs: "You asked people to cut down the pomegranate tree in the yard so that I would stop thinking about her... But second brother, how can I forget her?"

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