After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

No matter how carefully the other party protects it, over twenty years have passed, and this white fox mask has long been worn out. The cloud and thunder hooks traced in cinnabar have faded and dim, and even the tether has been worn and broken.

Shen Jiang stared at the mask.

Danfeng's eyes gradually turned red, and she picked up the mask, her hands shaking violently.

Her fingertips touched the cloud and thunder patterns little by little. These patterns were drawn by her own hands back then, and she could recognize them at a glance...

But he died many years ago. Why does the mask she gave him appear here?

The sound of the piano vaguely lingered in his ears, and in a daze, Shen Jiang seemed to have returned to the romantic time when he and he traveled in the south of the Yangtze River when he was young.

They stayed in this wind and snow temple at night.

There are many floods in spring and summer, and nearby people like to choose this time to worship the Dragon King. There are lively bonfires all night long. She and he often hide behind the Dragon King statue to steal tributes. It was also in this temple that she told him that she liked him...

It was of great significance to her to revisit the Qinhuai River and Fengxue Temple today.

Shen Jiang turned around and shouted in all directions: "Are you still here? Are you not dead?! If you are not dead, if you remember me, why haven't you come to see me for more than 20 years?! Zhao Nu, you are so cruel!"

There was silence all around, and the sound of the river flowing eastwards could be heard not far away, like spring that would never return.

Shen Jiang didn't see the man appear for a long time, and angrily overturned the piano case.

The guqin hit the ground and made a sharp roar, which shocked Nan Baoyi.

She looked at Shen Jiang, who was holding the white fox mask tightly. His red and phoenix eyes were bloodshot, and tears were rolling in his eyes, but he was stubborn and refused to let them fall.

Nan Baoyi's eyes fell on the mask again.

Looks familiar.

After a moment, she raised her eyebrows.

She had seen this mask in Xiao Yu's palace!

She hesitated and said: "I have something to say, I don't know whether I should say it or not..."

Shen Jiang was deeply trapped in his emotions and sternly said: "Get out!"

Nan Baoyi refused to leave and said to himself: "I have seen this mask in the emperor's palace. He loved it like a treasure and kept it very carefully... The person playing the piano here today is probably not your old friend, but The Emperor...he secretly crossed the river and chose today to revisit the Qinhuai River and the Fengxue Temple. Could it be that he played the music from back then to commemorate the dead love between you and the piano master?"

Shen Jiang stared at her fiercely.

Nan Baoyi shut her mouth silently.

Shen Jiang still held the mask, immersed in complicated emotions.

Nan Baoyi held it in for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "I suddenly had a bold idea, Queen Mother, do you think it was possible that the piano master back then was the emperor? He always wore a mask, and you have never seen him. Face..."

Shen Jiang's mood was completely disrupted by her unbridled behavior.

The tears that were brewing could no longer be shed, and her voice was cold: "If the person playing the piano today is Xiao Yu, then he is playing tricks to attract my attention. As for you Nan Baoyi, if you continue to be verbose, I will You throw it into the river to sacrifice to the Dragon King."

She walked out with a sullen face.

Nan Baoyi followed up unwillingly: "I don't understand.

Why would you fall in love with a man who has never seen his true face...Aren't you afraid that he is ugly? If you wear a mask to hide the leprosy on your face, you-"

Shen Jiang interrupted her mercilessly: "Someone, throw her into the river."

"Queen, I was wrong!" Nan Baoyi said with a small mouth, "The piano player you fell in love with must be unparalleled. He and you are a match made in heaven, a marriage made in heaven. If you are together, you are a perfect match. If you are not together, it is simply natural. No!"

Shen Jiang wanted to slap her twice.

Nan Baoyi followed her onto the green gauze carriage with long eaves and couldn't help but look back at Fengxue Temple.

The smile on the little face was gradually replaced by condensation.

if……

If the violinist back then was really Xiao Yu...

She looked at Shen Jiang.

The other party was lowering his eyes and caressing the white fox mask lovingly.

If the piano player is Xiao Yu, Queen Shen, what will happen to her?

The green gauze carriage with long eaves gradually goes further along the Qinhuai River.

In the Snow Wind Temple.

The Dragon King statue was covered with a thick layer of dust. A figure quietly leaned behind the Dragon King statue. Sunlight shone in through the window. His side face was pale and handsome, and his lowered phoenix eyes were calm and calm. There was no trace of the greasiness of a middle-aged man. and secular.

He dusted his snow-white sleeves and slowly walked around the Dragon King statue.

He didn't expect that she would also come to Fengxue Temple, so he was too anxious to hide and couldn't take away the mask.

He leaned over, picked up the guqin, and placed it again on the piano table.

He lifted up his robe and sat down, his long, well-jointed fingers gently stroking the strings.

The sound of the piano is calming.

He fell in love with her at first sight when he was young, and was furious when he learned that she refused to accept the marriage offer and even ran away from home against the will of the royal family and the Shen family.

The father was also shameless and scolded: "You can't compare with one woman, so why don't I, the prince of the royal family, want to marry a better girl from aristocratic family?! Starting from tomorrow, I will choose a princess for you, and I will definitely choose the most beautiful one in the world." !”

At that time, he was at a high-spirited age, and even his facial features were probably very lively: "I will chase your woman by myself. Women are like wild horses. The more fierce they are, the more I will like them!"

So he paid a private visit incognito and followed her all the way to Jiangnan.

He tried to get rid of his former domineering and unruly attitude, and also imitated the scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, who dressed in elegant clothes and wore white clothes to outshine the snow. He also learned to be gentle, restrained and graceful, and he also learned to hide and pretend to be deep. As expected, he easily deceived her into his side. .

On this day of that year, they came back from drinking in the tavern. He was sitting under the statue of the Dragon King and playing the harp. She was so drunk that she happily pulled out her sword and danced to the music of the harp.

Her pretty face was red, and she recited poems and songs from the previous dynasty loudly, and she sang heartily.

She threw away her sword, unbuttoned the two buttons of her finery, and suddenly knelt down beside him.

Her breathing was filled with the sweetness of green plum wine, which disturbed his mind in an instant.

She hooked her arms around his neck, and her warm breath fell on his cheek, making him itchy unbearably.

She caressed his Adam's apple restlessly, her red eyes were full of charm, her red lips were slightly parted, and she spoke the most beautiful love words in the world: "Zhao Nu, I like you...will you marry me?"

Back then, he was so excited that he wanted to jump up and do thirty somersaults in a row!

He was worried about the gentle impression he would give her and tried to suppress his excitement. His face was deep and indifferent: "You once said that you were engaged to the prince of the royal family. How can I marry a woman who is engaged?"

At that time, she was still domineering and asked calmly: "Do you love me?"

He wanted to say love, but he didn't want to use this identity to say it.

So he lowered his eyes pretending to be profound and just played the piano quietly, thinking about when would be the best time to reveal his true body to her.

However, that kind of silence was rejection in her eyes.

She was such a proud girl, she immediately drew her sword and put it on his neck: "Do you love me or not?!"

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