After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

In the palace corridor not far away, Yuwei happened to pass by and saw Aruo standing alone at the door of the dormitory. He was startled and quickly took him to the side.

She knelt down, took out a piece of candy from her sleeve pocket and stuffed it into A Ruian's mouth: "Your Majesty, no one is allowed to disturb you. If you offend him, you will be punished."

The candy melted between his lips and teeth, but Ah Ruan didn't find it sweet at all.

He sobbed: "Aunt Yuwei, I want to see my grandma..."

After thinking about Nan Baoyi, my heart couldn't help but feel cramped.

She held back her tears, smiled and held Ah Ruan's hand: "My queen is still recovering from her illness. When she recovers, she will be able to see you. Hasn't Your Highness always wanted to show her swordsmanship? You should practice well, and she will be able to do it in the future." I can see it.”

Ah Ruan didn't believe her words.

He broke away from Yu Wei's hand and stood there raising his sleeves to wipe his tears, resisting and refusing to leave.

Yuwei had no choice but to coax him: "The little princess is crying so much that Your Majesty can't take care of her. You are her elder brother. You have to take the initiative to take care of your sister, right? Come on, I will take you to see your sister."

Mentioning the little A Chou, A Ruo's tears stopped slightly.

Yes, my father takes care of my mother-in-law, so there is no one to take care of my sister.

He is also an upright young man, and he should take good care of his sister.

Ah Ruan stopped crying and looked at the closed bedroom door with nostalgia before obediently leaving with Yuwei.

The cold wind picked up the dead leaves, and the snow was blown off the branches.

A withered five-petal plum blossom swirled into the palace corridor, and fell into the gap under the palace door like a spy. Touching the heat inside, it quietly shook off the fine snow on the flower's stamens.

There was a strong fire burning in the palace, and the temperature was even hotter than at the turn of spring and summer. Because the doors and windows were closed, the heat was filled with stuffiness, as if it would make people breathless.

The light and shadow are dim, the outer hall is in a mess, bookshelves have fallen to the ground, memorials are torn to pieces, expensive antique jades are smashed all over the floor, the air is filled with a strong smell of smoke, and the gold-woven cashmere carpet is covered with soot, extending all the way to the inner hall. Go, but stop suddenly outside the bead curtain.

The bead curtain is like a chasm, separating two different worlds.

The inner hall is luxurious and clean.

On the rosewood mirror table, there are exquisite rouge and gouache hairpin jewelry, and a fresh golden hibiscus flower is carefully inserted in a white jade vase.

The dragon tent woven with gold flowing cloud gauze was rolled up high with gold hooks, and the brocade quilt embroidered with vermilion black dragon patterns was meticulous. Nan Baoyi slept on this dragon couch.

She is obviously ill, but her long crow-green hair scattered on the pillow is still as smooth as silk. Her small face is pale and delicate, and her slightly raised eyelashes cast two shadows on her cheeks. Although she looks sick, it adds to her usual beauty. There is no delicate romance.

In the dull silence, a rough piano sound suddenly sounded leisurely.

The man in plain white pajamas was sitting lazily on the window sill. He didn't wear shoes or socks, and he hadn't been properly groomed for an unknown number of days. His collar was loosely open, and a black hair tie tied up his messy and fluffy ponytail, following him. He lowered his head to strum the third string, and his broken hair fell down in front of his face, covering his eyes.

His cuffs were rolled up casually, and his wrists were thin but still strong. There were several loops of old red rope wrapped around his wrists, and there was also a winning coin strung on the red rope.

He played the three-stringed string instrument very patiently.

Occasionally, when he raised his eyes to look at the dragon couch, his narrow red and phoenix eyes were cold and dark.

It seemed that no one except the girl on the dragon bed could be looked into by those eyes.

The song is over.

Xiao Yi walked to the dragon bed carrying the Sanxian, looked at the girl, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Nan Jiaojiao, I know a lot of things. My hands can not only carry the sword for Jiangshan Sheji, but also play the piano for you. If you wake up, I can still do your makeup and eyebrows, do you believe it or not?"

The girl on the dragon couch was sleeping quietly.

No one answered him.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes, the veins at the corners of his eyes turning red.

He turned around and carried Sanxian to the outer hall.

He violently pushed open the bead curtain, turned his back to the inner hall, and suddenly smashed the three strings onto the white jade floor tiles.

The three-stringed string made a shrill, shivering sound.

The body of the instrument was destroyed and the strings fell apart. However, to him, this ancient guqin worth tens of thousands of gold was just a gadget to please Nan Jiaojiao. Since it was useless, he just destroyed it.

As if he still couldn't calm down, he strode into the hall, overturned the bookshelf, bookcases and other furniture to the ground in one breath, and kicked them several times, breaking the solid rosewood bookcases. His feet were dripping with blood, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

His face was expressionless, and he casually wiped the blood from his feet on the carpet before turning back to the inner hall.

With red eyes, he held Nan Baoyi in his arms without saying a word, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, his rough palms trembling, and the sadness in Danfeng's eyes almost overflowed...

Just as he slowly closed his eyes, a heavy knock on the door suddenly came from outside. Jiang Suihan shouted excitedly: "Brother Xiao, let us in quickly. The Imperial Master said there is a way to wake up Nan Xiaowu!"

Xiao Yi still closed his eyes.

He doesn't believe a word of Poinsettia's words now.

There was a commotion outside the palace.

Poinsettia and Jiang Suihan drove away Shiku and other guards and broke into the palace regardless.

Jiang Suihan looked at Nan Baoyi and couldn't hide his excitement: "Brother Xiao, the Imperial Master said that there is a snow-capped mountain called Baishou in the north of the Great Wall. On the top of the mountain is a Taoist temple built by an expert from outside the world. In the hall are strange flowers and exotic flowers. Grasses, one of which is called Jieyou, can make flesh and bones alive!"

Poinsettia shook her fly whisk: "Jieyou can only survive on the snowy mountain tops. It takes fifty years to bloom and bear fruit in fifty years. Good disciple, I count you lucky. In six years' time, Jieyou will bear fruit. By then, I picked the fruit and gave it to my little junior sister, are you still worried that she won’t wake up?”

Xiao Yi's pupils moved slightly.

His eyes glanced at Poinsettia, and he smiled like a spring breeze. It was difficult to judge whether what he said was true or false.

He didn't believe Poinsettia could be so kind.

He said: "Even if there is a miracle medicine, Nan Jiaojiao is now living without food and relies on pills to survive. Will she be able to survive six years?"

Every day, every night...

Whenever he picked up Nan Jiaojiao, he felt that his little girl seemed to be thinner again.

He was afraid, afraid that if he couldn't find a way, she would be gone...

Poinsettia laughed.

He said warmly: "What's so difficult about this? Why don't we wait until spring starts and send our junior sister to Baishou Mountain. There is a crystal coffin in Baishou Mountain. The material is about the same as that of Jinling Dragon Palace. If you lie in it, you can stop eating. It is very suitable for my junior sister to continue to live without drinking—"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp blade whizzed towards him!

Poinsettia ducked out of the way just in time.

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless: "I knew that you, the Taoist thief, were deceiving me again. Relieving worries is a lie, but deceiving me into sending Nan Jiaojiao away far away is the real thing!"

Taoist thieves...

Poinsettia wants to punch him.

He is a good teacher when you ask for help from him.

When he loses his temper, he becomes a thief!

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