After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The poinsettia staggered and sat on the threshold of the mountain temple.

He questioned the clay statue: "You also think that everything I do is absurd?"

The idol smiled and said nothing.

Poinsettia whispered: "I clearly think about everything for him, but he wants to abandon our common aspirations for a woman... A woman is just a pink skull, what do you want to do?"

The four fields were silent, no one answered his questions, only the swaying mountain breeze remained.

The poinsettia's Taoist robe was blown up by the mountain wind.

He looked outside the temple, it was late autumn, the mountains and frosty forests were full of trees and leaves, and a few migratory birds were crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and migrating to the south.

The four seasons change, even if they are the emperors of the world, they can’t prevent the cycle of time.

In Poinsettia's mind, the letter that the old Taoist left him suddenly jumped out:

——Tao follows nature.

"Taofa is natural..."

Poinsettia chewed these four words.

Since he learned about the cause and effect of the past life from the divination, he has always sought Ayan to become the emperor in this life. For this reason, he did not hesitate to go against the Taoist prophecies, not only did his best to prevent them from being together, but even hurt the lives of the younger sister.

——I use the Ziwei emperor's throne to reappear for her first life, spend a full moon, and be charming in the palm of her life.

In the previous life, Ayan's oath was in my ears.

The poinsettia suddenly froze.

In the past, he always believed that A Yan could not claim the throne if he wanted Nan Baoyi, so he always tried to dismantle them, but it was precisely because of his obsession that A Yan stepped down from the throne early.

Could it be...

Ayanna's so-called catastrophe should actually be on his poinsettia? !

It is precisely because of his repeated persecution that A Yanyi relentlessly gave up his throne...

The mountain wind is rustling.

A chill suddenly struck Poinsettia's heart.

Taoism is natural...

It turns out that everything has long been fixed.

Poinsettia gathered her sleeves and looked around in a panic. After a while, she suddenly looked up at the distant deep autumn dome.

Are there gods in the sky?

He thinks he has penetrated the secret of heaven, he thinks he is a chess player above all living beings, but he does not know that he is just a chess piece in the hands of heaven, like the dust blown by the wind, like the fallen leaves flowing through the water, he is not so small.

In the small but dilapidated mountain temple, the poinsettia suddenly burst into laughter.

Since then, Chang'an Temple has no longer a national teacher named Poinsettia.

Above the rivers and lakes, there was a powerful Taoist who seemed crazy and crazy.

...

South house.

The return of Nan Baoyi made the whole family happy.

When Nan Baoyi learned that his grandmother had returned to Jinguan City, she couldn't help feeling very sad: "It's because I'm not filial. I haven't been able to stay with my grandmother this year."

Nan Baozhu held her hand with red eyes: "What are you talking about? You can't help yourself, so how can you blame you? With the big sister and the big brother-in-law looking after, my grandmother is very comfortable now in Jinguan City. It's you, it's distressing to have suffered so much! Look, this little face is thinner!"

Nan Baoyi's nose was sour, and her eyes filled with tears.

After all, it is my sister, who always loves her very much.

Ning Fanhua smiled and said, "Don’t be sad. The family banquet has been prepared. Let’s go to have dinner? It’s all Jiaojiao's favorite dishes. Your elder brother loves you. He always asks someone to prepare him every day. Fate is so big that you will come home suddenly someday. As he expected, you are home safely!"

Nan Baoyi has a soft heart.

She lifted her sleeves and wiped her tears, then smiled and said, "Yes, I should have a reunion dinner."

After the family banquet, Nan Baozhu accompanied Nan Baoyi back to Chaowenyuan.

The furnishings in the boudoir are the same as before. Aftertaste and lotus leaves are being carefully cleaned every day, and it doesn't look like they have been unoccupied.

When the maids saw Nan Baoyi, their eyes were red.

They have followed Nan Baoyi for many years, and they have not only the master-servant friendship, but also the **** of sisters.

Lotus leaf cried and hugged Nan Baoyi: "Miss, the servant girl missed you so much!"

"Silly lotus leaf..."

Nan Baoyi soothed and patted her on the back.

Aftertaste, eyes were red, staring at Nan Baoyi with pity and affection, and said with a smile: "Just come back, just come back...you love the meal made by the servant maid, and the servant will cook you a sumptuous meal in the evening."

"Aftertaste." Nan Baoyi pulled her hand, "You have been in charge of the Chaowenyuan during this period of time. It's been hard."

After exchanging greetings with the maids, Nan Baozhu sat on the soft couch with Nan Baoyi and gathered her forehead hair.

She earnestly said: "I heard that the emperor is in Jinquetai meditating position today, is it true or not?"

Nan Baoyi nodded and recounted the matter.

Nan Baozhu was silent for a moment, ashamed to say: "He is willing to do this for you, and he really loves you more than anyone. Jiaojiao, Xiao Yi... is probably the person who loves you most in the world. "

Nan Baoyi smiled.

But she said in her heart that she is also the person who loves her second brother most in the world.

...

Royal palace.

The Zen position edict is promulgated, and the emperor's Zen position has become an established fact.

The civil and military officials left the palace with a complicated mood. Xiao Yi sat alone in the imperial study room, and finally sorted out the objects on the dragon case.

He put the jade seal back into the brocade box and asked faintly: "Where is the other person?"

Shiku respectfully said: "Return to the master, His Royal Highness-Your Majesty, he hid in the Yuhuan Yuge Pavilion holding mansion and refused to come out."

Xiao Yi said "um".

He covered the brocade box without hesitation and went straight to the imperial garden.

The Pillow Rain Pavilion was standing next to the water, and the doors and windows were closed tightly at this time.

Outside, guarding the female officials, court ladies, and servants headed by Pei Chuchu, they all did not dare to breathe, as if they were afraid of shocking the people in the building.

As Xiao Yi came over, Pei Chuchu was taken aback, and then bowed respectfully, "Greetings to... the regent."

The emperor is young after all.

Therefore, Xiao Yi proclaimed himself the regent, and still managed the court.

Xiao Yi said: "In there?"

Pei Chuchu nodded: "It's been two hours."

Xiao Yi stepped up.

He opened the door of Baoxia, embracing the light and shadow of the building. There was a small person squatting in the corner. He hugged his knees tightly. He heard the door being pushed, and yelled irritably, "I said, no Anyone come in and disturb me!"

Xiao Yi closed the door.

He calmly sat down at the table, raising his sleeves and pouring tea: "Farring temper?"

Hearing his voice, A weak raised his crying red eyes.

He narrowed his mouth aggrievedly: "Father doesn't want me anymore."

"I didn't want you." Xiao Yi drank half a cup of tea. "It's just that the things returned to their original owners."

"Ke Erchen doesn't want the throne..." A weak tears welled up again, "The son still wants to be like before...The son wants a home."

He is only seven years old.

Xiao Yi had planned to temper him, but when he saw him crying, he became tearful, and felt a little softer for no reason.

He squatted down on one knee in front of Ah Weak, and touched his little head: "No matter whether I am in a high or low position, my feelings for you will not change. Just grow up boldly, and I will protect you. I will replace your father and always guard you."

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The ending of Poinsettia will be explained. No surprise, the ending of Gu Chongshan should be written tomorrow.