After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The local officers and soldiers, who had always been lazy, experienced for the first time what it means to have a mountain of military orders.

The original noise returned to silence.

After a long silence, the deputy general turned around and shouted: "Make way!"

The same military orders were issued to different warships.

Dozens of official warships retreated to both sides of the river bank at the same time.

Xiao Yi put away the Mo Dao and nodded slightly towards the opponent's ship.

The other party's steward smiled and led the fleet filled with food down the river.

The officers and soldiers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait watched silently and did not make any sneak attacks.

After finally sailing out of the river controlled by officers and soldiers.

The steward walked into the cabin and said respectfully: "Master, I know a lot of people among my subordinates. His Highness King Yong has a calm demeanor and profound martial arts skills, but he is also very elegant. He is really stunning in his appearance and talent! If you say that in this world, Who can end the troubled times, probably only him?"

The thief in black was sitting at a square table drinking wine.

He said: "I thought he only had power in his heart. I didn't expect that for the sake of the refugees, he was willing to give up the pursuit of victory and catch them all when he had the upper hand, and even killed local officers to make way for us. Xiao Daoyan, he is different from what I imagined. .”

The steward asked again: "Did King Yong pass this test?"

The big thief smiled and said nothing and drank calmly.

Heroes do not care about their origin. There is no absolute black and white, right or wrong in the world.

Xiao Daoyan, his ability to put aside his prejudice against bandits and his ability to put the people first and appoint people on their merits is enough to make him respect him, even...

Bow your head and surrender.

Strong drink in throat.

He didn't find it spicy.

I just feel that in today's battle, I met my opponent and it was full of joy.

…

Laojun Mountain.

The sunset is hazy.

Nan Baoyi was sitting on the steps in front of the house, her skirt scattered like petals, holding her chin in one hand, quietly looking at Ah Ruo next to the peony tree.

Xiao Sui was very strict in his discipline and wished he could force him to study twelve hours a day.

The little guy was very aggrieved. At first he recited obediently, but later he deliberately misbehaved. He obviously knew how to memorize those poems and songs, but pretended to have forgotten them. He wanted to make Xiao Sui angry.

But Xiao Sui was very patient.

His Royal Highness Shengxue, dressed in white, was holding Buddhist beads, holding a ruler in one hand, and a scroll in the other. Ah Ruo couldn't carry it out, so he hit his butt with two rulers. The pain made the little guy burst into tears, and his rebellious heart became even stronger.

Nan Baoyi was heartbroken and racked her brains to persuade: "Your Highness, it's getting late, why don't we go in and have dinner together? The sky is getting dark. If you continue to read, it will be bad for your eyes."

Xiao Sui pondered for a moment and nodded: "That makes sense."

Before Nan Baoyi had time to be happy, Xiao Sui turned to the bandits who were watching: "Go and light the lamp, let's continue the night class."

A group of rough and tumble men respected Xiao Sui very much. They all looked hungry for knowledge and scrambled to get lanterns.

But for a moment, the whole courtyard was as bright as day, and it was so bright that Nan Baoyi was blinded.

She had to turn to Pei Chuchu: "Chuchu,

Ah Rui is so pitiful. Is there any way you can help him out of trouble? "

Pei Chuchu is weaving a flower crown.

The wickers are soft and green, and the peonies are charming.

She finished braiding the flower crown, raised her fair and tender face, and said in a childish voice: "My eldest brother often says that reading is a good thing. Mr. Xiao, if you read more, you will be more capable in the future. Mr. Nan, don't worry. Here. , this flower crown is given to you, thank you for taking me to visit Luoyang."

Although the young lady is young, her hands are very skillful.

Nan Baoyi took the flower crown and praised: "It's so beautiful!"

She had just put the flower crown on her head when there was a sudden commotion in the distance.

It's the leader of Laojun Mountain who is back.

The bandits got excited and surrounded them one after another.

The thief was dressed in black and wore a hanging veil.

The children living in Laojun Mountain happily gathered around him and told him what books they read today and what words they learned.

The thief picked up the youngest child with a very easy-going attitude.

Nan Baoyi watched from a distance.

She thought that Laojun Mountain was a den of bandits who burned, killed, and plundered, and that the big robber should be a strong man with a ruthless face and a strong back.

Unexpectedly, the women and children here lived very well. Although some bandits were indeed extremely vicious, more bandits were also very reasonable.

This big bandit leader likes children so much, so he is not a bad person after all.

She was in a daze for a while, and suddenly a Confucian scholar who looked like a butler came to invite her, and said respectfully: "Nan Situ, my master invites you and the military advisor to have dinner in the flower hall."

The flower hall is elegantly furnished.

There were wine and food on the table, and there were no maids around to serve him. The black-clothed thief sat quietly on the table. When he saw Nan Baoyi coming in, he nodded slightly in greeting.

After taking a seat.

Neither Xiao Sui nor the thief in black are good at talking.

Nan Baoyi saw that the atmosphere at the table was strange, so he picked up a chopstick fish and started chatting: "This fish is really rare, the flesh is golden, and it smells particularly salty. I wonder which river it was caught from?"

Xiao Sui sneered: "This is salted fish that has been pickled and dried. Is your salted fish caught directly from the river?"

Nan Baoyi was speechless and rolled his eyes at Xiao Sui unhappily.

This guy couldn't speak, so he knew how to cause trouble for her.

The black-clothed thief said in a calm voice: "Nan Situ was born into a wealthy family. He usually eats delicacies from the mountains and the sea. Naturally, he has never eaten salted fish pickled by farmers. The supplies stored in Laojunshan are about to be exhausted, so I will entertain Nan Situ with salted fish to make Nan Situ laugh. ”

Nan Baoyi was in a trance.

She seemed to have heard this voice somewhere.

She didn't pay attention and said again: "You occupy the mountain as the king and have accumulated wealth for many years. How can you have no supplies?"

"In these years, I have indeed accumulated a lot of wealth by plundering wealthy families, but it has all been used to relieve the refugees caused by floods in Luoyang." The thief in black drank half a glass of wine, "In Luoyang, aristocratic families collude, government officials and businessmen collude Protect and compete with the people for profit. Nan Situ, do you know that most of the bandits on my mountain are actually ordinary people who cannot survive?"

Nan Baoyi was stunned.

She really didn't know.

The black-clothed thief said again: "The Yin governor exacted excessive taxes and excessive taxes, but the court ignored him. The court has no hope. If we want to overthrow the family's rule, we can only rely on ourselves. Today's fight with His Highness King Yong made me feel a lot of emotion. Nan Situ, I heard that you have gone through life and death for him in order to follow him over the years. So, he is a lord worth following, right?"

Nan Baoyi smacked his lips.

No matter what, she follows her second brother just because she likes him.

However, facing the gaze of the black-clothed thief, she had no choice but to nod her head and said seriously: "King Yong is wise and powerful, and he is indeed worth following."

The thief in black was silent and slowly took off the hanging gauze power fence.

Under the power fence is a young face.

Handsome and gloomy, with the deep outlines unique to barbarians.

Nan Baoyi couldn't believe it: "Master Yin?!"

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