After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Because the doctor judged that she would never be able to conceive an heir in this life, she was more happy than anyone else about the arrival of little A Chou.

But now...

Xiao Yi put the pearl bracelet he won on her wrist.

He racked his brains and said comforting words: "Isn't there no news yet? Little A Chou will be fine. Take a step back, even if the little A Chou cannot be found, you and I are still young—— "

"Snapped!"

Nan Baoyi turned around and pushed him away, raised her hand and slapped him.

She choked up: "Anyone can say this, but you and I can't!"

Xiao Yi was silent.

Nan Baoyi wiped away her tears: "I don't want to go out for fun at all, and I don't want to celebrate the Chinese Valentine's Day at all! The little A Chou is gone, but you only focus on dealing with state affairs... Yes, you are now considered an emperor for all eternity, and your hands are How happy it is to hold power, how can you remember little A Chou?!"

Xiao Yi stood in the shadow of the lantern, always silent.

After Nan Baoyi scolded him, he felt deep regret in his heart.

She knew that her second brother was by no means a weak lover who was greedy for power.

He also loves little A Chou, his love is not even less than hers.

However, it was only because he was concerned about her mood that he refused to show his sad side in front of her.

But those hurtful words were like water that was hard to hold back, and that slap hit him firmly on the face. Even if she regretted it, it was useless.

She collapsed and turned around, sadly walking towards Yuchi Mansion.

After taking a few steps, I accidentally twisted my foot.

Xiao Yi held her waist in time, pursed his thin lips, and quietly carried her on his back.

The man's back is broad and strong.

Step by step through the bustling crowd, his steps are steady and solid.

Nan Baoyi held his neck and finally burst into tears.

She was tired of crying, her little face gently pressed against his back, and her tears wet his robe.

She choked with sobs: "Second brother, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Yi said nothing.

Nan Baoyi was even more sad. Just when she thought he was blaming her, he seemed to sigh amidst the fireworks all over the city and said softly: "I have fallen on you for two lifetimes. I wish I could give my life to you. How could I do that?" Blame you?"

Nan Baoyi bit her lip, feeling ashamed and sad.

She loved this man even more, and couldn't help but kiss his cheek, and held his neck tighter with her hands, fearing that she would lose him in the next moment.

…

Half a month later.

Xiao Yi has completely taken over Jiangnan, and has appointed close officials and troops to take control of important towns and reopen all post roads and trade routes from the north to the south.

The army still did not give up searching for the whereabouts of the little princess and Shen Yichao, but they still could not find any clues.

Nan Baoyi often sat in the corridor in a daze, always holding in her arms the pair of tiger-head shoes she had embroidered for little A Chou. Although the tiger head embroidery was twisted and ugly, she still looked forward to one day wearing it for little A Chou. .

"Jiaojiao!"

A shout suddenly sounded.

Nan Baozhu walked through the corridor in a hurry: "Dazai Shen and General Shen are crazy.

A tomb was actually built for Shen Yichao! I told them clearly that I had a gut feeling that Shen Yichao was still alive, but they didn't believe it! The two father and son spent a lot of money to buy a Feng Shui treasure land. Today, Shen Yichao's funeral was held. They also invited a grave-weeping team. They knelt in front of the grave and cried very sadly. It was so funny to watch! "

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

Shen Dazai and the others...

Already given up?

She pursed her lips, but saw that her little cousin was beaming with joy, not even a little bit sad.

She frowned: "Little cousin——"

"I know, you want to ask me why I'm not sad." Nan Baozhu interrupted her crisply, "I don't know why, I just feel that they must still be alive! Ever since I was a child, my intuition has always been very accurate. If the princess is still alive, she must still be alive!”

She is so optimistic.

Nan Baoyi was infected by her emotions, and thinking that her little cousin's intuition had been accurate over the years, she couldn't help but relax a little.

Nan Baozhu pulled her up and looked her around, cursing: "Look at how dirty you are and how you didn't wash yourself properly! Those immortal aristocratic elders from Jiangnan are discussing how to present Jiangnan's beauties to the new emperor. Yeah. You feel sorry for yourself all day long, be careful not even the new emperor can defend you!"

Nan Baoyi didn't take it seriously.

The second brother now holds the power, so it's strange that no one fawns over him.

She whispered: "He won't be tempted..."

"But no man likes a woman who cries all day long." Nan Baozhu deliberately wanted to give her a hand and dragged her into the bedroom. "Come on, I will clean you up and dress you up. In the future, when the little princess comes home, I definitely don’t want to see such a sloppy mother!”

Under the west window.

Nan Baozhu carefully painted her sister's eyebrows and applied powder.

Nan Baoyi turned her phoenix eyes and looked out the window in a daze.

The sky is blue and a wild goose is flying into the sky.

The plants and trees in the garden are still growing vigorously...

She slowly turned to the bronze mirror.

The little face reflected in the mirror is white, tender and beautiful, with no fine lines on her face.

The days between her and her second brother are indeed still long.

Nan Baozhu dressed her up properly and took the ginseng chicken soup from the small kitchen: "You can't go to see him empty-handed. Just say that you made it with your own hands. He will definitely be very moved."

Nan Baoyi said "oh" obediently.

During this period, the second brother was busy searching for the little A Chou, and also busy rectifying the ills that had existed in Jiangnan for decades. He was often busy until past midnight. It was really hard work, and he really needed to make up for it.

She carried chicken soup to the big study room.

The door was open, and there were more than a dozen senior Jiangnan officials sitting inside, discussing tax issues, which was not as exaggerated as the little cousin said, talking about donating beauties.

The second brother frowned and was looking through the booklet. There must be some political matter that made him angry.

He looks so lonely and aloof. If an ordinary girl saw it, she would be scared away and would not want to serve him...

She observed, and Shi Yan behind Xiao Yi noticed her.

He immediately coughed lightly: "Master!"

Xiao Yi looked up.

The little girl is tall and lithe, wearing a light orioles-yellow gauze skirt, a pea-green shawl, and a high bun. She has a fair and delicate face, a pair of red and phoenix eyes as clear as water, and holds a rosewood food box in her arms. Curiously, he leaned half of his body in, like a delicate flower leaning over the wall in spring.

After such a long time, she was actually willing to dress up properly.

Thinking about it, I finally came out of sadness.

Xiao Yi's impatience disappeared instantly.

He closed the folder and stretched out his hand towards her: "Come in."

Nan Baoyi stepped into the threshold with her skirt in hand and put her little hand on his broad palm: "Seeing that my second brother has been working hard for days, I made ginseng chicken soup for you with my own hands."

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, expressing deep doubt: "With your own hands?"

Nan Baoyi pretended not to hear and served him a bowl of ginseng soup: "Try it."

The little girl is attentive and well-behaved, and does not cry as much as she did a few days ago.

Regardless of whether it was the soup she cooked by herself or not, Xiao Yi liked it very much.

As soon as he took a sip, excited shouting suddenly came from outside:

"Nan Xiaowu! Brother Xiao!"

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