After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The great cloak is precious, and the mink fur is supple, which was given to him by Xiao Yi.

If you take it to a pawnshop, it's probably worth a lot of money.

He carefully took off the cloak, put it on his body, and stood in front of the floor-standing bronze mirror to look after it left and right.

The young man praised: "The master is really chic when he is dressed up! Compared to a twenty-year-old boy, it is not much more than that!"

"That's! When the master was young, I don't know how many Hualou girls gave to the master!"

Nan Guang arched his eyebrows triumphantly.

This large cloak fits perfectly, as if tailor-made for him.

After putting it on, it is a bit more expensive.

Finally enough to wear it, he took it off, folded it, and carefully wrapped it in cotton.

He patted the wrapped cloak, his eyes full of reluctance, "Take it for me."

"Did it?!" Xiao Si was surprised.

"Jing'er is short of money. As a father, I naturally have to raise everything for him. I am not able to give him the identity of a prostitute, because I am not good..."

Nanguang was sad.

"I am a man who can accomplish nothing. I rely on my family for food, clothing, housing and transportation. But my son, I want to give him the best. Jing'er is smart and has top grades. I can always hope to get a fame in the future."

His eyes lit up and he said proudly: "Don't look at me being laughed at now. Two years later, people will point to me and say, look at him, he is the father of the new champion! After another ten years, others will He would point to me and say, look, that is Prime Minister Nan's father! Back then, he was the one who cultivated Prime Minister Nan with his own hand!"

The young man looked at him.

He is obviously the third master of the Nan family, but he wore a half-worn cotton jacket.

But his eyes were bright, full of expectations for his son.

The little servant hugged the cloak in silence.

He thought about the joy of the master just trying on clothes, somehow, suddenly some tears.

The mink fur cloak finally became three thousand taels of silver with snow patterns.

Nanguang didn't leave a single child, but gave them all to Nanjing.

The twenty-ninth lunar month, late at night.

With eight thousand taels of silver notes, Nanjing quietly came to Yulouchun.

Han Yanliang was lying on the chaise couch, eating honeydew melons casually.

Across the screen, she chuckled, "Who are you going to kill?"

"The fifth girl from the South family, Nan Baoyi."

Nan Jing knelt and sat on the futon, took out five thousand taels of silver bills, and placed them on the case table seriously, "This is five thousand taels of silver bills. If it is not enough, I will add it."

The cold smoke spit off the honeydew skin.

She rinsed her mouth and said slowly: "It's not enough."

"What is your price?"

"Um..." Han Yanliang casually scolded a number, "Twenty thousand taels."

"Twenty thousand taels?!" Nan Jing lost his voice, "I heard the middleman introduced that you kill people in the theater, men are eight thousand taels and women are five thousand taels. Why do you open your mouth for twenty thousand taels?!"

Han Yanliang cocked his legs.

She absently picked her nails: "Mr Nan, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the day after tomorrow is the first day of the first lunar month. As you know, during the first month of the year, the market is in short supply, leading to soaring prices. The soaring prices have led to weapons, sweat medicine, and night clothes for murder. In addition, we are a regular store and hire people during the first month. Naturally, we have to double the commission. There is no other way but to increase the price to show our sincerity."

Nan Jing was speechless.

This theater is too good at doing business, right? !

I have never heard of killing people and raising prices according to the season!

He put the cash back in his sleeve pocket and stood up and said, "When I save enough cash, I will come to you again. As for my visit..."

"Nan Gongzi, don't worry," Han Yanliang said in a charming voice, "We are a serious store, and we will not disclose customer information to others casually."

Nan Jing was relieved to leave now.

After he left, Han Yanliang lay back on the concubine couch, "Yang Liu, find time to take a trip to Nanfu these few days, and tell her that Nanjing wants to kill her. The little girl's family was caught by the same father and half mother. My brother bought murder, blame the poor..."

Yang Liu thumped her leg.

She secretly said, how pitiful just like Boss Nan?

Didn't Liu Duanfang solve it by Boss Nan, he didn't even leave any evidence!

She silently waxed the South Scenic Spot.

New Year's Eve.

There are many juniors in Nanfu, and it is always lively on New Year's Eve.

Nan Baorong and Song Shining also came back to celebrate the festival. Nan Baoyi couldn't help but joking: "Big sister, you are staying back home for three days. It's not like a married daughter, but it's like recruiting my cousin. !"

"Jiaojiao has become more eloquent!" Nan Baorong squeezed the tip of her nose, "I can talk so well, I don't know who can take care of you in the future!"

She was married to someone who was worthy, she no longer looked seriously ill, her complexion was ruddy and healthy, and she didn't have to dress thicker than others in winter.

Nan Baoyi hugged her coquettishly, "Big sister, when will you give us a baby nephew, the baby is small, it must be very cute!"

When it comes to children, the elders can't help but look over.

Nan Baorong was embarrassed, just bowed her head and said nothing.

Song Shining gently held her hand and smiled: "I have discussed with Rong'er. Rong'er is better now and can't help the toss of having a baby. After another year or two, I will consider having a baby."

He is very caring.

It was not because the Song family wanted to pass on the clan, Nan Baorong was forced to have two parents for three years, and he even had to be a son.

When he married Nan Baorong, he was aimed at her.

Nan Baoyi held her small face.

Danfeng's eyes were filled with water and water, which was extremely envious.

Xiao Yi stuffed her mouth with a peeled orange, "What are you thinking about?"

Nan Baoyi ate the orange petals and said seriously: "I'm thinking that the man I will marry in the future must be as open-minded as my cousin. He can't disrespect me just because I didn't have children or only gave birth to a daughter. , Even united with my concubine to bully me."

The little girl's white tender face was full of solemnity.

Obviously these words are naive, but they seem to be her important life pursuit.

Xiao Yi sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" Nan Baoyi was not convinced.

Xiao Yi fed her another orange, and said lazily: "Our family Nan Jiaojiao is a girl who has nine children in a row, and she is worried about not having a baby?"

Nan Baoyi blushed instantly.

She was embarrassed: "Second brother, that's just acting. I didn't have nine sons in a row!"

Xiao Yi prolonged the tone and let out a "oh" with a smile.

Nan Baoyi said again: "Second brother, have you ever thought about what your future wife will be like?"

She was very curious whether Xiao Yi from the previous life had a sweetheart.

She was seventeen years old when she died in the ice cellar of the imperial palace.

Xiao Yi was twenty-three years old that year. An ordinary man had already married and had children, but he hadn't moved at all, and he didn't want to give him a marriage.

She wanted to know who Xiao Yi finally married.

Xiao Yi held Yi with one hand, thought for a moment, and smiled, "I want to marry a girl who can give birth to nine children in a row."

Nan Baoyi is completely annoyed!

Whether this stalk can't be circumvented or something else, the minister of authority is too serious, and he will give birth to nine children at every turn!