After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

inside the house.

Xiao Yi was blocked by Shen Yijue.

The swords collided and sparks flew out. He glanced at Shen Yichao inadvertently, only to see his hands wrapped in his wide sleeves, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Xiao Yi's eyes were gloomy, he had murderous intentions towards him, and his moves couldn't help but become more fierce.

Shen Yijue barely blocked Mo Dao, turned around and said, "Let's go!"

"Brother——"

"Walk!"

The long knife trembled slightly, and the blade made a fragile clang.

Shen Yi Jue Hukou was shocked to the point of numbness.

Xiao Yi was too strong and he was already at a disadvantage.

Shen Yichao pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and walked out of the bedroom.

Xiao Yimo swung his sword and forced Shen Yijue back, then turned around to chase him.

Shen Yi stood in front of the door without hesitation, inserted his long knife deeply into the door frame, and said in a deep voice: "Yin Sinian has ulterior motives, and the prefect's mansion is full of dangers. Is King Yong going to choose this time to start fighting among himself?"

Xiao Yi watched helplessly as Shen Yichao slipped away, his red eyes gradually becoming bloodshot and red.

He put Mo Dao on his shoulders and tilted his head provocatively: "Not to mention that Shen Yichao started the internal fight tonight. Even if I want to kill him, so what? The famous Shen family and the Xiao royal family We have always been at odds with each other, so I will liquidate you two brothers tonight, which will be of great benefit to my royal family."

Shen Yijue looked ugly.

Xiao Daoyan finally revealed his true face.

Cruel and bloodthirsty, he uses any means necessary.

If you cannot recruit surrender, then you will destroy the opponent.

King Yong Xiao Daoyan has never been a kind person.

He said solemnly: "It is impossible for a person like you to become the emperor. A true emperor's conduct should be like your royal brother, polite and virtuous, philanthropic and tolerant."

Xiao Yi seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed wildly.

Finally smiling enough, his handsome features seemed to be stained with frost and snow, and he said slowly: "So, the emperor died at a young age."

The bedroom is silent.

Shen Yijue was speechless as he thought about the sword that Xiao Ning used to kill himself on the banks of the Weishui River.

Xiao Yi turned Mo Dao around.

Many scenarios come to mind.

The emperor's brother hangs his head from the city tower, Xiao Zi plays with the princes again, and the eldest princess and her wife are splashed with blood at their wedding banquet...

Nan Jiaojiao always told him to endure it.

He never wanted his hands to be stained with too much blood and lives.

But sometimes, he really couldn't bear it.

He closed his eyes impatiently.

Shen Yichao has repeatedly attempted to murder Nan Jiaojiao, damn it!

Shen Yijue blindly protected his younger brother and let Han Yanliang down, damn it!

He has reached an alliance with Yin Chaozong, and he already has allies in Luoyang.

Even if the Shen brothers are killed, it will not be important to the overall situation, right?

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were even more bloodshot and scarlet.

He stared at Shen Yijue, half-smiling but not smiling: "Screw the politeness and kindness of the corporal, screw the charity and generosity, I, Xiao Daoyan, will not do that."

The momentum around him suddenly increased.

Shen Yijue clearly smelled his murderous intention.

He pulled out his long sword and took half a step back warily: "King Yong——"

"I, Xiao Daoyan, only believe that those who obey me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

The Nine-foot Mo Dao suddenly attacked Shen Yijue with the force of thunder!

…

It's a cold spring night.

Shen Yichao left the Villa alone and went straight to the main courtyard.

Prefect Yin had already gone to bed. Hearing his visit, he lit up the lamp and changed clothes again.

He set up a banquet table, rolled up his sleeves, poured tea, and said with a smile, "It's already this hour. Mr. Shen is visiting me. I don't know why?"

Shen Yichao held up the fragrant tea.

The tea is fragrant.

The hot tea passed through the thin porcelain cup, bringing some warmth to his cold fingertips.

He lowered his long eyelashes and said warmly: "Uncle is Yanyan's biological father. My nephew wanted to come to visit, but he never had the chance. The moonlight is bright tonight, so I came here to visit. Did I bother you?"

Yin Sinian looked at him.

The young man from the famous Shen family has a graceful demeanor and his words are full of admiration for Han Yanliang.

His daughter was really powerful, and she defeated two Shen family men in succession.

He was proud in his heart and said with a smile: "The moonlight is so beautiful, sleeping is a waste of the beautiful scenery. I am very happy to be able to chat with Master Shen."

Shen Yichao also laughed.

After laughing, he said sadly: "Uncle should have noticed that I like Yanyan very much and wish I could marry her. It's a pity that the Wei family persecutes her too much, and Wei Chuchu even threatened her with his life, forcing me to marry her. Cut off the relationship with Yanyan. I really couldn't let go of Yanyan, so I took her to elope to Luoyang. Uncle, you are Yanyan's father. If I ask you to marry her, you see..."

Yin Sinian was secretly ecstatic.

Unexpectedly, his daughter was so capable that Shen Yichao would not hesitate to ruin the marriage with the Wei family and ask to marry her!

He quietly observed Shen Yichao and realized that the young man in front of him was pure and beautiful, with a bearing like a jade tree on a mountain, but there was a sad look between his brows and eyes, which was obviously hurt by love.

I have long heard that the young master of the Shen family is very knowledgeable and can make calculations. He once assisted King Yong in conquering ten counties in the southwest. He is one of the smartest people in the world.

Conquering Shen Yichao would be of great benefit to him.

He stroked his beard pretending to be embarrassed: "General Shen also wants to marry Yanyan. Master Shen, it will be very difficult for me if a good girl does not serve her second husband..."

Shen Yichao smiled softly, lowered his eyes and drank tea.

The best Tieguanyin has a mellow taste and a long aroma.

Feeling the sweet fragrance between his lips and teeth, he said in a gentle voice: "In a few days, it will be the day of war with the bandits. I have a plan that can wipe out all the soldiers and horses of the imperial court."

Yin Sinian's heart moved.

However, he smiled and said: "Mr. Shen, did you make a mistake? What we have to deal with are bandits, not the court -"

"Uncle..." Shen Yichao's expression became softer and gentler, "Everyone knows what you want to do, so why hide it? Don't worry, I will help you."

Yin Sinian was stunned.

The lights are dancing, and the young man opposite is dressed in white and snowy. Because of the late night, his long hair is hanging loosely beside his cheeks, making his narrow eyes beautiful and coquettish, full of a seductive smile.

Inevitably, Yin Sinian was tempted by his plan.

…

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise in Bieyuan.

On the veranda in the distance, Nan Baoyi and Han Yanliang were startled and quickly looked for a sound.

Half of the dormitory collapsed, and Shen Yijue flew out, knocking down the pillars of the verandah!

The verandah collapsed from the middle, and rubble and carved beams fell one after another.

He knelt down on one knee, supporting the long knife, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

He was swaying.

Countless fine lines gradually spread on the blade.

The next moment, there was an overwhelming clang from the blade.

The sword shattered!

Shen Yijue fell to the ground in embarrassment.

He held on to the rubble and broken bricks, raised his face, and stared at Xiao Yi complicatedly.

Is this person a devil?

But in just one move, such terrifying power was unleashed!

Xiao Yi stepped on the ruins.

The broken green gauze lantern fell at his feet, and the lantern skin burned with light cyan light. His handsome and beautiful face was half-dark and half-lit in the light, like a ghost or a god.

The fiery red hair ribbon dances in the wind.

He carried a nine-foot sword on his shoulder, and his long lacquered hair was like an outline with an ink pen, curling wantonly in the night wind, and his scarlet eyes had no warmth.

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