After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi took a carriage and hurried outside Chang'an City.

At the highest peak of Xiuling in Lishan Mountain, the beacon tower towers into the clouds. The city wall to resist foreign invaders connects countless undulating mountains and winds towards the end of the sky.

With the posture of majestic kings and tyrants, they looked out at the foreign races outside the country and protected the territory of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

At this time, the beacon tower was full of smoke, conveying the war message to the local princes, calling them to rush into Chang'an King Qin with thousands of troops.

Nan Baoyi held Xiao Yi's hand and jumped out of the carriage.

There were armies in all directions, and the elders of aristocratic families from all over the place looked at each other and asked each other in low voices, completely confused as to what was going on.

Nan Baoyi raised his head.

On the beacon tower, the tall man standing in the wind.

He wears a bright yellow four-clawed prince's uniform, a golden crown, and magnificent utensils.

It's Xiao Zizhong.

He held a torch in his hand and looked down at the thousands of troops gathered with a smile. He looked towards the official road in the distance from time to time, as if expecting more troops to arrive.

Nan Baoyi whispered anxiously: "Second brother, what is he going to do? Lighting the beacon fire privately is a capital crime! Before he was officially canonized as the crown prince, he took the lead in putting on the dragon robe, which is arrogance!"

Xiao Yi frowned.

He stared at Xiao Zizhong for a long time and whispered: "He is making a last ditch effort. Being forced to this point, I am afraid that he learned that Wen Zhining is no longer alive. If I am not wrong, Wen Zhining is here He committed suicide yesterday."

"Sister Wen is dead?!" Nan Baoyi's face turned pale instantly, "But, but..."

Scenes of Shangyuan night passed by before my eyes one after another.

Nan Baoyi asked herself, if she were Wen Zhining, and no one in her family survived, and she hated the wrong person, causing trouble in the city with thunderous means and killing many innocent people, maybe she would choose not to live anymore.

She hit her head and said in frustration: "I was wrong. If I had sent someone to find Sister Wen after I went to Yuanye, I might have been able to prevent her from committing suicide..."

Xiao Yi looked at her.

The little girl looked guilty.

He held her hand and comforted her seriously: "Nan Jiaojiao has done a good job. Wen Zhining chose this path on her own, no one can blame her. The Wen family is full of character, and it is painful for her to live alone."

Nan Baoyi lowered his eyes.

She remembered the first time she met Wen Zhining.

The girl was thin and petite, but stubborn as hell. When she saw her, she fell to her knees, straightened her back and said that the Wen family was innocent and begged her to overturn the case for the Wen family...

If, if she were willing to agree to her then, would everything be different in the future?

Nan Baoyi bit her lip and leaned sadly into Xiao Yi's arms.

The overwhelming sound of horse hooves came from the official road.

Nan Baoyi looked.

Shen Yijue came with tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards. His handsome face was solemn and ferocious, and he shouted: "Xiao Zizhong, are you crazy?! Do you know what treasonous things you are doing?!"

On the beacon tower.

Xiao Zizhong raised his eyes to admire the wolf smoke rising among the mountains and rivers, and smiled: "I know it. Now the court is in chaos, treacherous ministers are in power, and women are involved in politics.

I lit the beacon alone to seek support from the aristocratic families and protect the mountains and rivers..."

He looked down at the ignorant aristocratic families and princes, and said loudly: "The Shen family is plotting rebellion, and Queen Shen wants to usurp the throne. I am the crown prince of Dayong, and I want you to kill all her 100,000 Jinwu guards and regain control of Chang'an! Who can kill Shen? The heads of those who have been discussed will be given to thousands of princes and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

The noble families and princes looked at each other.

The Shen family is so powerful that many of them have received favors from the Shen family.

Want them to go against the Shen family...

Absolutely impossible.

Xiao Zizhong put on his armor calmly.

He pulled out his long sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone here, as long as I am a loyal member of the Xiao family, please go out with me to exterminate the Shen family together with me. Protect the safety of the mountains and rivers, and bless the health of the world!"

The army of hundreds of thousands of princes stood still.

They looked at Xiao Zizhong quietly, with pity, helplessness, and ridicule in their eyes.

The young prince shouted and jumped down from the beacon tower alone.

He rode a horse, raised his sword high, and attacked Shen Yijue with the force of thunder.

The silver armor reflected the biting cold light of late winter, and there was deep hatred in his eyes, as if he wished he could devour the flesh and blood of the Shen family!

"Any loyal ministers of the Xiao family, please accompany me on the expedition!"

The young man shouted again while galloping.

But no one responded to him.

The thousands of troops were silent, not even pretending to assist.

Shen Yijue looked at the young man who was attacking him.

The young man's eyebrows were handsome and beautiful, and he looked very much like the gentle and jade-like crown prince.

He raised his hand and touched the scar under his left eye.

Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly lost the courage to hold the knife.

He had watched the crown prince commit suicide on the banks of the Weishui River. Would he force another brother to die again?

Is it right or wrong for my aunt to be in power?

Seeing that he had no reaction, the young general under his command quickly ordered: "Capture the third prince alive!"

The Jinwu Guards surged out like a tidal wave.

Xiao Zizhong rode alone, like a sharp blade unsheathed, resolutely rushed into the tens of thousands of Jinwu guards with a lonely but never looking back attitude!

Blades meet.

The young prince ran rampant among the iron-barrel-like army, fighting alone.

He is like a crazy trapped animal.

Nan Baoyi glanced at Xiao Yi and saw that his expression was calm, so he couldn't help but take another look.

Xiao Yi said calmly: "Don't look at me, I can't save him. A person whose heart has died is just a shell alive, and no one can save him."

Nan Baoyi shook his hands.

She looked at Xiao Zizhong again.

He kills fiercely and attacks all the way, without caring whether he will be injured. He really fights with the intention of dying.

Even though Jin Wuwei didn't want to take his life, Xiao Zizhong was still seriously injured and dying until the end of the battle.

The horse died in battle.

The young prince rolled off his horse in embarrassment and knelt on one knee holding a long knife. His handsome face was spattered with blood and his armor was in pieces.

He raised his red phoenix eyes and gasped while staring at the Jinwu guards who looked like iron barrels in all directions.

Blood gushes out from the wounds all over his body.

He lost too much blood and could no longer survive.

He chuckled and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The clouds are broken and the winter sun is pale.

His childhood sweetheart, the little girl, has turned into a star in the sky.

Xiao Zizhong suddenly looked at Xiao Yi from a distance.

He said hoarsely: "The most regretful thing in this life is that I didn't have time to have a drink with you. The four of us brothers have never gotten together. Brother Second Emperor, I will take the first step... In the next life, I will be a brother with you... …”

He slowly fell to the ground.

A cold wind is blowing.

A plum blossom beside the beacon trembled and shook off the snow. A few round petals floated over and fell gently on the young man's shoulders.

In a trance, the plum blossom seemed to be someone's soul.

Wearing a snow-white blouse and a green radish skirt, she had two plum blossoms on her bun. She stretched out her hand to him with a smile and gently called his name: "Zizhong, Zizhong, let's go home."

It was the cold and stubborn little girl from the Wen family.

Xiao Zizhong stared into the void with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Ning'er..."

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