After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

It's raining at dusk.

Yin Chaozong lowered his head and kissed the girl.

It was like making a solemn oath in front of countless dead souls.

The rain in early summer gradually stopped.

The clouds dispersed, and the evening light penetrated thousands of miles and fell gently on the battlefield.

Nan Baoyi looked pleased.

Grand Administrator Yin retreated to Laojun Mountain, and with Xiao Sui's resourcefulness, he must have captured the city of Luoyang.

Prefect Yin, who lost his city and fief, was just a bereaved dog at the end of his rope.

Yin Chaozong, the eldest son of the Yin family who had endured humiliation for many years, was finally about to grow up to become the new protector of this land.

She raised her head and looked at Xiao Yi with a bright smile: "Second brother!"

Xiao Yi wiped the dust off her face with a handkerchief, his eyes full of pity.

Some soldiers who were lucky enough to survive were rescued.

Nan Baoyi knew some medical skills from being around Jiang Suihan, so he made arrangements to help the military doctors.

She carried the medicine box and walked behind a huge stone. She saw the general in armor sitting in the shadow of the stone with a knife in his arms.

The scar under his left eye showed a ferocious color. He closed his eyes and put his right arm lightly on his face, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

Nan Baoyi squatted down beside him.

She unbuttoned his armor.

Shen Yijue's left arm was injured by a stone. After peeling off his middle coat, almost the entire arm was covered in blood and flesh.

She glanced at his face and saw that he was expressionless, so she carefully took the long knife from his arms and carefully cleaned the wound on his left arm.

Halfway through the cleanup, a confidant came over to report: "General, the personnel count has been completed. There are more than 500 soldiers who died on the front line, and there are more than 30 people who survived by chance. Two of them are still alive and dead, and 15 of them have passed away. I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue joining the army in the future.”

Shen Yijue remained silent, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Nan Baoyi took the tweezers, picked out the gravel fragments from his flesh and blood, and whispered: "Only Shen Yichao could come up with such a sinister plan. Now Boss Han has also been kidnapped by him, and his life and death are unknown. ...Even if he does this, do you still want to keep him?"

Shen Yijue still closed his eyes.

This iron-blooded general was only made of flesh and blood after all. The pain of his skin being peeled off by tweezers made him sweat profusely, and his whole body was as tense as a bowstring.

Nan Baoyi carefully took out the last gravel.

She put down the tweezers and cleaned his arm again before applying medicine and bandaging.

She stood up holding the medicine box: "My medical skills are not good, so I just briefly treated your wound. When you return to Luoyang City, you will have to ask the doctor to treat it again."

She turned and walked away.

Shen Yijue slowly opened his eyes.

The rain has stopped.

The sunset fell warmly on my cheeks.

He lowered his eyes.

There was a puddle of rainwater next to his legs, and the bright red liquid gurgled out from the pile of stones and merged into a small pool.

Shen Yijue frowned.

He stretched out his hand and picked up a handful of water from the pool.

A light red liquid that smells like rust.

This is the blood of his soldiers.

I grew up with him, practiced with him day and night, lived and died with him.

But now, they failed to kill the enemy Weiguo's horse leather shroud, but instead died at the hands of his brothers.

But they also have brothers in their family!

Their brothers were hoping that they would successfully capture the city of Luoyang and return to Chang'an with dragon beard cakes and pomegranate fruits from Luoyang to reunite with their families to celebrate the victory.

The iron-blooded general, who had always been tough-minded, suddenly shed tears when facing the handful of cold blood in his palm.

He choked with sobs, and his voice became heavier than ever before: "Nan Situ."

Nan Baoyi stopped and looked back.

Shen Yijue said word by word: "Among the imperial envoys, you have the highest official position. It is up to you to decide how to deal with betrayers."

Nan Baoyi's hand holding the medicine box tightened slightly, and she tested: "Seriously?"

"Never interfere."

Nan Baoyi smiled softly.

She turned her head and looked at Laojun Mountain. The mountains were majestic and beautiful.

There lurked the traitor she hated so much.

The smile gradually faded.

She said in a deep voice: "Shen Yichao colluded with the traitor Yin Sinian and murdered the imperial army. His crime is unpardonable. I issued an order on behalf of the imperial court to deprive Shen Yichao of his official position and put a reward of 10,000 taels of gold on his head!"

The order is passed on.

Nan Baoyi knew very well that soon, Luoyang City and nearby cities would be filled with notices to arrest Shen Yichao.

Shen Yijue stood up holding his long sword: "Shen Yichao betrayed the clan. From now on, there will be no place for him in the Shen family, and his name will never be engraved on the Shen family tree."

Nan Baoyi's pupils narrowed slightly.

Expelled from the Shen family!

She knew that Dayong nobles had a tradition of living in families. She was born into a prestigious family and could enjoy a good education since she was a child. When she grew up, she could be brought into the officialdom by her family elders to make friends with celebrities, and she could even be easily recommended as a leader. official.

Even if something happens, he will be protected by his family.

The famous Shen family has always been Shen Yichao's pride for many years.

He never thought that one day he would lose the protection of his family.

Without the backing of his family, what will happen to the once proud Mr. Shen Xiaolang?

Shen Yichao, I'm afraid this life is over.

Nan Baoyi looked at Laojun Mountain with confusion.

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At this time, Dazhai on the mountain.

The main hall is dilapidated.

Yin Sinian sat at the table in disgrace.

He took off the helmet he was wearing, and his bun, which had been pressed down for too long, looked messy and low, especially ugly.

His eyes were red: "Luoyang City has been captured...what does this mean?"

Shen Yichao sat near the door.

He picked up a rough pottery tea cup and looked at it for a moment. He saw a circle of dark yellow tea stains on the edge of the tea cup, as if it couldn't be cleaned.

He frowned in disgust.

Because he was thirsty, he had to endure the discomfort and put the tea cup to his mouth.

The aroma of low-quality tea hit your face, with an unpleasant burnt smell.

After all, it was hard for him to swallow, so he put down the teacup again.

He straightened his wide sleeves and said casually: "Someone sent an army to secretly attack Luoyang City, just like you secretly sent people to attack Laojun Mountain."

Yin Sinian stared and laughed suddenly.

Perhaps because he was too excited, his laughter sounded like an old duck.

After laughing, the muscles on his face trembled, filled with disbelief, sarcasm, and anger.

He suddenly rushed in front of Shen Yichao, grabbed his collar, and said sternly: "In other words, I fought this battle vigorously and got nothing but this broken mountain?! Even, We even lost Luoyang City?!"

Shen Yichao thought for a moment and said with a smile, "That's it."

Yun Danfengqing's smile made Yin Sinian even more furious.

He slapped Shen Yichao on the face, suppressing the gentleness of a scholar, and cursed angrily: "You damn thing, how dare you cheat me?! Without Luoyang City, I will still be a prefect?!"

Shen Yichao was beaten until half of his cheeks were red and swollen.

Still smiling, he spat blood-stained spit on the ground.

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