After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Many of these secrets were even revealed to her intentionally by him.

Because he was afraid that if she couldn't find out the news for too long, she would leave Shen's house and leave his side.

He kept her by revealing secrets. He thought they would be together in the future. He thought that sooner or later she would know his kindness.

But he never expected that his brother-in-law would still remember her old love and would even risk his life to force her.

His eyes inevitably fell on the red mark on her neck.

It looked like a mosquito bite, but he knew it wasn't.

The heart hurts more.

The pain made him want to squat down and curl up.

He whispered: "Last night..."

Last night, he didn't go far after leaving her bedroom.

He stood in the corner of the corridor and watched Adi enter her bedroom.

He waited for a long, long time, until the lights under the verandah burned out, and until dew covered the peony branches, but he still could not wait until his brother came out.

But somehow, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Last night?" Han Yanliang seemed to be reminiscing, her white fingertips gently touched the traces of her collarbone, and she smiled with an unfinished smile, "Last night was very interesting. Isn't it, young man?"

Shen Yichao was coming holding an umbrella.

He was stunned for a moment, noticed that Brother A was there, and quickly realized what they were talking about.

He thought of the scene last night when he was slapped in the face by her after having a frivolous smoke, and finally willingly sat by the bed tent to catch mosquitoes for her all night, and an unnatural flash appeared in his eyes.

However, he still had a smile on his face and said, "Yes, it's very interesting."

He walked between Shen Yijue and Han Yanliang.

The paper umbrella leaned over Han Yanliang's body, and he said warmly: "Be careful of catching a cold."

On the river.

The fleets of both sides were entangled.

To capture the thief, capture the king first.

Xiao Yi came to the opponent's ship building, and the nine-foot sword came across the sky, whizzing towards the head of the black-clothed thief.

The opponent held Hu Qin and spun around quickly to avoid his attack.

He pulled out the sharp blade from the Huqin and fought Xiao Yi in close combat.

After twenty rounds, Xiao Yi's eyes fell on his left leg and he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The moment he was distracted, a sharp blade came towards him.

The other party's voice was hoarse: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Yi pulled his lips, raised the heavy and sharp Mo Dao, and blocked the opponent's attack.

The moist long wind blew the hanging gauze power fence of the black-clothed thief.

Eyes facing each other.

The moment the black veil fell, the thief in black turned around and stormed into the cabin.

Xiao Yi did not pursue him.

He stared at the cabin for a moment and suddenly smiled.

He turned Mo Dao and slowly returned to his ship.

In the cabin, a Confucian scholar who looked like a butler greeted the thief in black: "Master, did King Yong recognize you? My subordinate just saw that your power fence was blown up by the wind."

The thief leaned against the wall,

Just throw away the power barrier.

Darkness enveloped his face, and only his deep and handsome outline could be vaguely seen.

He said hoarsely: "He discovered it long ago."

The housekeeper was stunned: "How is this possible?!"

"He didn't attack my left leg. He was probably worried that my left leg was injured. If I guessed correctly, it was his moves that betrayed me. After all, I have fought against him before."

The housekeeper hesitated: "Then... what should we do?"

"Follow the original plan."

There was a melee in Luoshui, and the bandits were at a disadvantage.

Xiao Yi was about to order someone to pursue the victory, but the opponent suddenly put up the no-fight card.

A Confucian scholar who looked like a butler, wearing elegant clothes and elegant clothes, walked to the bow of the ship.

He bowed respectfully to Xiao Yi and said warmly: "Greetings to His Highness King Yong. Cao Min and others came here today not to provoke the officers and soldiers to fight with His Highness."

He stepped aside and the two bandits immediately opened the hatch.

There were countless amounts of food piled up in the ship building.

The housekeeper said loudly: "We are traveling this time to deliver food, cloth and medicine to the victims. My master heard that King Yong was good at using soldiers, so he wanted to learn from His Highness. My master said that His Highness is wise and wise in using soldiers like a god. He resigned himself to defeat. He wanted to ask His Highness to borrow a road to give alms to the victims. I wonder if Your Highness can agree? "

Xiao Yi was still playing with Mo Dao and staring at the cabin with a playful expression.

Behind him, the soldiers in Luoyang tasted the joy of victory for the first time. They waved flags and shouted, refusing to accept the other party's request for a truce, let alone make way for them.

The officials on the shore were proud and proud:

"What a joke! Is there any reason for bandits to borrow roads from officers and soldiers?!"

"You are here too? We won't borrow this road!"

"It is only right to kneel down and surrender to King Yong immediately!"

"..."

With arrogant faces, they were shaking their heads in great pride.

They cajoled and asked Xiao Yi to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill the bandits.

Xiao Yi was still playing with Mo Dao.

The lowered eyelids covered the thinking in the pupils.

During the fight, he passed by the opponent's ship and clearly saw that the dozens of large ships were indeed loaded with food, and they were obviously really going to rescue the victims.

Since when do disaster victims need bandits for relief?

The bandits are busy robbing the rich, helping the poor, and preserving the refugees, while the government is busy colluding with others to seize the land and become kings.

How ridiculous.

In my mind, the words Yin Chaozong said suddenly came to mind:

——You only know how to fight for power. You are fighting for power in Chang'an. You came to Luoyang in the name of investigating floods and exterminating bandits, and you are still fighting for power. In your eyes, there are no people whose homes have been destroyed and displaced by floods, and there are no mountain bandits who have robbed wealthy businessmen of their land and become kings. In your eyes, there is only power, only power.

The eldest son of the Yin family is cynical.

He couldn't stand the aristocratic families colluding to fight for power, he couldn't stand his father's disregard for Aweng's life in order to become emperor, and he couldn't stand the inaction of the imperial envoys.

Xiao Yi raised his head and looked around.

Everyone clamored to kill the bandits.

In their eyes, they only saw the merits of killing the bandits, but they could not see the countless refugees in Luoshui who were eagerly waiting for the bandits to send them food.

He promised Nan Jiaojiao to try his best to be a kind-hearted person.

The little girl worked so hard to accumulate blessings for him, so he should also work hard himself.

He was obviously aggressive by nature, he obviously relied on killing for a living, and he obviously spent his whole life climbing on blood and human lives, but at this moment, he actually suppressed his cold heart.

He glanced at Yin Sui, who looked confused on the bank of the river.

With her here, it won't be difficult to change Nan Jiaojiao back.

He put away the Mo Dao casually and ordered: "Make way."

The officers and soldiers in Luoyang were shocked.

An official was puzzled: "Your Highness, this is a good opportunity to capture them! Their cabin is full of food and there are not many people. This is a once-in-a-century opportunity. We can't let it go in vain!"

Xiao Yi looked cold: "I said give way, don't you understand?"

"Your Highness can't!"

The officials begged.

He said what he said, but when he saw that Xiao Yi was still indifferent, he stamped his feet, his heart skipped a beat, and ordered sternly: "Drumming——"

The sharp knife flashed past.

Mo Dao swept across.

His skull fell to the ground, blood spattered three feet, and the incision was flat.

The strong man who was about to play the drum swallowed in horror, quickly put down the drumstick, and turned his head to hum a tune pretending to be nothing.

Xiao Yi lowered his head and wiped Mo Dao: "Make way."

Invisible pressure spreads around.

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