After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The trunk is very rough.

The peach blossoms are blooming like spring snow.

At that time, she raised her head and stared at the sky countless times, but what she saw was the intertwined peach blossom branches. They divided the blue sky into broken mirrors, one after another, clearly reflecting her unsightly appearance...

"I couldn't find Sister Jiang in the house, so I guessed that she was here."

A low, laughing voice suddenly came from one end of the corridor.

Yuchi, wearing leather riding boots and a nondescript Confucian scholar's robe, came slowly with a white fox fur cloak on his arm.

He put a cloak on Shen Jiang himself, and clearly caught the waves in her eyes with his peripheral vision.

His heart ached, and he handed her a bag filled with hot wine. He followed her line of sight and looked at the old peach tree, pretending not to care and said, "Sister, do you still remember those days? It's been more than twenty years, then. Painful memories, what else does sister remember?"

Shen Jiang opened the bag, raised his head and drank the strong wine.

A flush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She raised her sleeves to wipe away the wine stains and sneered: "The more painful it is, the more I have to remember. Beauty and smoothness will only make people stagnate. What urges people to move forward is hatred and even ambition. Chang Gong, no The Yuchi Qinghuan and Xiao Yu of the past would not have the Empress Shen of today."

Yuchi Changgong quietly clenched his fists.

He lowered his eyes and whispered: "When I was young, I couldn't save my sister... I made my sister suffer so much humiliation..."

He was still young at that time, the age of brother Rumu.

He was very curious when he heard that his brother had acquired an unparalleled beauty and hid it as a treasure in the East Garden without allowing anyone to approach her.

He followed his brother and found the beauty in the garden.

He had never seen such stunning beauty.

He lay on the wall and watched Beauty being bullied by his brother until she cried and cursed. He didn't understand what they were doing, so after his brother left, he sneaked into the garden and talked to Beauty's sister.

Over time, he and his beautiful sister gradually became familiar with each other. He brought her peach blossom cakes and spring cakes from Jiangnan, and also performed sword dancing for her to relieve her boredom...

Yuchi Changgong recalled it and couldn't help but touch his lips: "I remember, on the tenth day we met, you suddenly kissed me... You said you wanted to leave and begged me to send a message to the luthier in the city, telling him that you were arrested. Locked here..."

Shen Jiang chuckled.

She turned her head and looked at Yuchi Changgong: "I knew you liked me at that time, so I deceived you with that kiss. In the end, your brother was killed. Can you blame me?"

"Don't complain." Yuchi Changgong didn't care, "Brother did something wrong, how can you blame sister?"

Fine snow is falling in the garden, and a cold wind is blowing, adding to the chill.

Yuchi Changgong suggested: "It's cold outside, Sister Jiang, let's go back home?"

Shen Jiang held his hand and jumped off the railing.

Yuchi Changgong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, tied the laces of the fox fur cloak for her, and carefully brushed the fine snow from her temples: "Actually, back then, I knew you didn't love me, and I also knew that the kiss was just perfunctory... But I I am willing to be used by you. In the past, now and in the future, I will always be willing."

He didn't call "sister" again.

Fingertips with thick calluses,

Staying on Shen Jiang's plump and bright red lips.

His pupils were dark, and he suddenly took half a step forward, getting closer to Shen Jiang.

He trapped Shen Jiang between his arms and the railing, looking down at this beauty whose face could not be harmed by time. She was now desperate, and he was no longer the young boy he was before. He could already support her. .

His Adam's apple rolled and he said hoarsely: "Shen Jiang..."

The ending is lingering.

He gently held Shen Jiang's chin and finally couldn't help but kiss her lips.

Shen Jiang pushed his face away indifferently.

She raised her eyelids and said with a half-smile, "I have no interest in the men of the Yuchi family."

After that, he left the East Garden directly.

The cold wind lifted the hem of her crimson skirt, and her slender waist walked firmly, step by step, as if she were stepping on the imperial steps of the Nine Layers Palace, dignified and domineering.

Yuchi Changgong watched her go away, even more submissive.

He bowed deeply and respectfully.

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Sleeping room.

Nan Baoyi listened to the past stories, and Danfeng's eyes were full of surprise: "Queen Shen actually had that kind of experience?! She should hate Yuchi Qinghuan to death, right?!"

The woman lowered her voice: "I was just a little embroiderer in the palace at that time. I vaguely heard that the Queen later took revenge and returned. Yuchi Qinghuan was cut into pieces by her and thrown into the river. Her death was very miserable. That's why the master later took over Yuchi. family."

Nan Baoyi was frightened when she heard this.

Speaking of ruthlessness, Queen Shen is still ruthless!

While she was lost in thought, the woman coughed weakly into her handkerchief, and her already haggard face looked even more haggard.

The woman forced a smile and said, "Let's stop here today. I'll teach you how to string beads on tiger-head shoes tomorrow."

Nan Baoyi thanked her.

When he came out of the house, he saw Yuchi Beichen standing on the porch, his shoulders covered with a thin layer of snow. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

She looked back at the closed felt curtain and asked curiously: "Why don't you go in? Auntie said that you rarely come to see her these days, and she misses you very much."

Yuchi Beichen lowered his eyes.

After a while, he patted the snow off his shoulders and changed the subject: "New Year's Eve will be in two days. Can I accompany you to have a New Year's Eve dinner to keep the New Year's Eve?"

Nan Baoyi stared at him.

Yuchi avoided her gaze and only looked at the falling snow in the courtyard. His hands hanging by his legs were shaking unconsciously, as if he was trying hard to escape from something.

Are you afraid of seeing your mother who is withering away?

Nan Baoyi was quiet for a long time and said, "That's fine."

She added: "By the way, you often go to the front yard, but have you heard any news about the north?"

Yuchi sent her back to the wing: "Xiao Daoyan ignored the objections of the court officials and led the expedition in person. In a few days, the army will arrive in Jiangbei. My father and Queen Shen are not idle. They have already sent troops to station on the bank of the river. I want to wait until spring. , both sides will inevitably have a fierce battle."

Sure enough he came...

Nan Baoyi was filled with joy.

She raised her head and looked at Yuchi: "Can you send someone to help me deliver a letter to him? Don't worry, it's just to report that he is safe. It will not hinder the war between Jiangbei and Jiangnan."

Her phoenix eyes were sparkling, and when she mentioned that man, she was always very excited and admiring him.

Yuchi clenched the hands in his sleeves tightly, but with a smile on his face: "Okay."

The next day, he got Nan Baoyi's letter.

He promised to find someone to send it to Jiangbei, but turned around and sat alone under the plum blossom tree in the yard, took a pair of scissors, and slowly cut open the envelope.

The floral letter paper is very delicate, and it is also lightly scented with the fragrance of mountains and rivers, which is probably Xiao Daoyan's favorite smell.

Sister Baoyi's small regular script with hairpins is unique and elegant. Every stroke is filled with affection, and it fills five large pieces of paper.

He read quietly and didn't notice a few plum blossoms falling on the floral paper.

The letter not only reported that she was safe, but also confided in her thoughts for the past two months.

The letter also said at the end that when the grass grows and the orioles fly and the apricot blossoms drizzle next year, I want to travel to the south of the Yangtze River with him...

"Master!"

The maid suddenly staggered over and knelt down in front of Yuchi crying, tugging at his sleeves heartbreakingly: "Master, my aunt is gone!"

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