After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Xiao Yi looked down at her condescendingly.

The little girl raised her small face, delicate and soft, as if she was easy to bully.

She tugged at the corner of his sleeve, still cocking her little finger as usual, extremely coquettish.

Facing her expectant Danfeng eyes, he casually said: "Admiring the moon is boring."

"Watching the moon with my family, how can it be boring? I know, the second elder brother must think that my father doesn't like you, so he doesn't want to be with him. But my father just has a bad mouth and a good heart. Just now in the carriage He even invited you to eat pig's trotters! That's his favorite food!"

The little girl is very attentive, with bright eyes.

Xu didn't want to see the light in her eyes disappear, so Xiao Yi turned his face away coldly: "I like fresh meat mooncakes..."

Nan Baoyi was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, she broke into a sweet smile and nodded vigorously: "Second brother, don't worry, I will instruct the small kitchen to prepare fresh meat mooncakes for you!"

She smiled happily.

Xiao Yi's heart seemed to be filled with honey, and traces of sweetness overflowed quietly, and even the incomplete bright moon on the water surface became extremely beautiful in his eyes.

Mid-Autumn Festival...

That's how it should be.

The next day, Nan Baoyi woke up early.

She dressed up and went straight to Xiao Yi's dormitory, intending to go with him to pay her respects to her grandmother.

Because of the festival, she was so happy in her heart, she yelled and pushed open the door: "Second brother! Second brother?!"

Xiao Yi was changing clothes behind a screen, when she called out unexpectedly, the coat in his hand fell to the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, but when he raised his head, he saw the little girl lying on the edge of the screen, poking her head.

She wears a pomegranate red dress with light gauze cuffs and embroidered pomegranate flowers on a tie. She wears a ponytail. Her cheeks are white, tender and clean, as delicate as a hibiscus.

And Nan Baoyi didn't expect to see such an exciting scene of the powerful minister changing clothes.

She quickly covered her eyes, "Second brother, you haven't put on your clothes yet?"

She spoke shyly, but quietly opened her fingers and glanced at him secretly.

The powerful minister is wearing a thin frosty white shirt robe,

His lips are red and his teeth are white, like gold and jade.

The placket is slightly open, and the muscular chest muscles can be glimpsed vaguely.

Her cheeks were hot and she hurriedly covered her eyes tightly.

Xiao Yi put on his brocade robe, and tied his belt seriously, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Nan Baoyi said crisply: "Because today is the holiday! I really like the holiday!"

Xiao Yi sneered: "Children only like festivals."

"Our whole family likes to celebrate festivals. Are grandma and dad also children?" Nan Baoyi was not convinced.

Xiao Yi has nothing to say.

To be precise, the Nan family likes all the days when they can eat, drink, have fun and have fun.

There are not many overly shrewd people in the whole family, and they don't know how to grow the business in the past two hundred years.

When the two came to Songhe Courtyard, the main hall was bustling with activity.

Jiang Suihan lives in Songheyuan these days, and he wears anti-aging mask and square dance, coaxing the old lady to be happy, almost treating him like half a grandson, even the seats are next to each other, the two are having a good time Discuss which color of lip balm is more suitable for the elderly.

When she got down, Nan Baorong hugged the embroiderer and embroidered the pillow cover with a smile.

Nan Baozhu leaned beside her, watching while eating cakes, obviously admiring her double-sided embroidery very much.

The second wife, Jiang Shi, looked at her son Nan Chengshu worriedly.

During the beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival, Nan Chengshu still holds "Mencius" in his arms, shaking his head like a goose and reading in a low voice.

Jiang looked at it for a while, then turned to Nan Baozhu and said, "Your brother is crazy about reading."

"Who said it wasn't?" Nan Baozhu stuck out her tongue, picked up the flower cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

Jiang was displeased, "You're so fat, you still eat! You won't be able to marry a good man in the future!"

"Mother, I haven't eaten for a quarter of an hour, and my mouth is very lonely! By the way, why hasn't Jiaojiao come here yet? I still want to invite her to try these flower cakes!"

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi stepped onto the threshold in good time.

The girl in the pomegranate red skirt, pretty and bright, made a pleasing Wanfu salute: "Jiaojiao pays respects to grandma! Grandma looks a few years younger today!"

The young man next to her was handsome and handsome, wearing a yellow brocade robe, a palace sash at the waist, and a black cloak with dark red pomegranate flowers embroidered with silk thread on the edge of the cloak.

Standing side by side, the two felt a sense of rightness, like a newlywed returning home.

The old lady couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

She looked carefully and saw pomegranate flowers embroidered on the clothes of both of them. She secretly thought that the illusion just now must be due to the same embroidery.

She beckoned kindly: "Jiao Jiaoer, come here, give grandma a hug!"

Nan Baoyi had just leaned over and hadn't said a word when the maid hurried in and reported with a shocked face: "Old lady, three three three, the third master is here!"

Mother Ji reprimanded: "Come here when you come, why are you so nervous?"

The maid's face turned pale: "The third master brought Mrs. Liu and Miss Nan Yan together. The slaves were stopped, but they must not be stopped—"

"Hahahahaha!"

Hearty laughter came from outside the house.

Nan Guang held Liu Shi with his left hand and Nan Yan with his right hand, and stepped in with a spring breeze on his face: "Mother, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, our family is here to greet you!"

He glanced triumphantly at Liu's stomach, "Your youngest grandson has also come to greet you, don't you feel very happy?"

The old lady was not at all happy.

She just wants to beat this little son to death with a hammer!

What is "our family is here to greet you", in the eyes of this Nizi, what is Jiaojiao? !

Nan Guang obviously failed to capture the old lady's anger.

He greeted her, hugged Liu Xiaomeng's waist with a smile, touched her unswollen belly, held the baby's tone, and said softly: "Grandson greets grandma, grandma is blessed and golden!"

"puff!"

Nan Baozhu couldn't hold back, and sprayed out a mouthful of tea.

Nan Baoyi looked away, so ashamed that he wished he could get into the ground!

The old lady's old face was even redder.

She has been doing good deeds all her life, why did she raise such a stupid son? !

For an old man in his forties, he still imitates a baby's speech, which is really embarrassing!

With a sullen face, she said coldly: "Today we have a reunion dinner at home, why did you bring them here?!"

"Of course it's a holiday!" Nan Guang said innocently, "Mother, Yan'er is your own granddaughter, you can't ignore her. Besides, Xiaomeng is going to give birth to your youngest grandson, aren't you happy? "

Before the old lady could say anything, he had already taken Liu Xiaomeng and Nan Yan to their seats.

Liu Xiaomeng picked a good seat, which happened to be beside Jiang Shi.

She glanced at Jiang's attire.

This woman who was born in an escort agency didn't care much about pearl and hairpin jewelry, and she simply wore a jade hairpin on her hair, which was not classy at all.

She smiled softly, helped the rich peony big gold hairpin on the Fuyun bun, and said softly: "Although the second uncle is not in the house, the second sister-in-law should also pay attention to dressing up. We women live to dress up glamorously, so that we can be called men." I like it."

Jiang Shi was drinking tea, when he heard this, he almost threw the teacup on her head in disgust!

What is "women live to dress up glamorously and make men like them"? !

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Ahhh, PK has advanced to the second round

Tomorrow, the powerful minister will tear up the dregs with his hands