After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi swallowed.

Food color nature.

But she didn't dare to go beyond the thunder pond, covered her eyes, and subconsciously shrank to the corner of the bed, "Second brother, this, isn't it okay? I, I, I, I'm not ready yet... Yes, there are things, I have to wait grow up……"

He babbled, but he didn't see the person respond.

She cautiously looked through her fingers, Xiao Yi didn't know when she left the soft couch, and lay on the Luohan couch by the window, still holding the red hydrangea in his arms.

As if perceiving her gaze, he stroked the red hydrangea lightly, opened Danfeng's eyes, his pupils squinted with boundless elegance, "Can't Jiaojiao sleep?"

Nan Baoyi bit her lip.

My heart seemed to be filled with loss.

She fell sullenly under the covers.

The night is getting deeper.

After the severe drought, the rain in Jianmenguan area increased.

The sound of rain pattered, and the candlelight was dim on the brass candlestick.

Xiao Yi put his cheek in one hand, and was bound to stare at the closed green bamboo tent.

There was occasional rustling turning over from the tent, and the little girl was obviously not asleep.

He knew what Nan Jiaojiao was struggling with.

just……

Nan Jiaojiao, who has a crush on him, is so cute and stupid, she can't help but want to tease her when she is asleep whenever he is asleep.

He licked his thin lips and stroked the red hydrangea with his fingertips, sketching out the ambiguity that seems to be nothing.

In the green bamboo tent, a low question suddenly came out: "Second brother, are you asleep?"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and lay flat with his eyes closed.

Nan Baoyi opened the curtain nervously.

The candlelight was faint, and the minister of authority was lying on the couch with his arms around the red hydrangea, and he was probably asleep.

She tiptoed to the couch and touched the window like a thief.

She lay on his pillow, her eyes sparkling: "Second brother?"

There is no answer.

The young man in the candlelight has a golden appearance of jade and a smooth bone, and the phoenix eyes outline a different kind of romance, which has a charming beauty.

Nan Baoyi swallowed.

She turned over on the couch lightly and knelt down beside his pillow.

She pulled the silky blue silk to one side, bent down, and leaned in front of him nervously.

In her previous life, she saw the affectionate appearance of Process German and Nan Yan.

After Cheng De De left, Nan Yan asked her triumphantly, whether Cheng De De had ever kissed her.

Nan Yan said that if she likes someone, she can't help kissing each other's lips. Cheng Deji often kisses her.

Nan Yan also said that there are countless beauties in the flower house, but their benefactors hardly touch their lips, because those benefactors do not love them.

Nan Baoyi stared at her lips close at hand.

These are the lips of the Minister of Power!

Her heart beats like a deer, slowly moving up.

Xu felt that her posture was too awkward, so she adjusted and changed to a posture of kneeling and sitting beside Xiao Yi.

She put one hand on the couch and the other on the futon.

She pouted.

Seeing that it was about to be posted, Xiao Yi, who should have been sleeping, suddenly let out a long sigh.

He slowly opened Dan Feng's eyes.

The little girl in front of her was pouting, because she was too surprised and frightened, her white tender and delicate face was almost distorted, like a little canary baby surrounded by a rain curtain with nowhere to escape.

He raised his hand, caressed her face helplessly, his eyes were dark and his voice was low and hoarse: "You pressed brother..."

?

Nan Baoyi blinked.

The line of sight slowly fell on his left hand.

The Minister of Power...

Uh.

The rouge was **** and smudged a little on the cheeks until the pink neck was quietly red.

But the Minister of Power, as if not aware of her embarrassment and embarrassment, smiled and said casually: "If so... what should I do?"

Nan Baoyi's face was full of words.

She backed away quickly, rubbing her hands, but felt that the more she rubbed, the dirtier she got.

Eyelashes were stained with crystal tears, she rushed to the washing stand in embarrassment, washed her hands three or five times, and then the skin turned red.

She refused to even look at Xiao Yi, turned and ran to the couch.

Xiao Yi sat cross-legged, holding the red hydrangea leisurely.

Is he dirty?

I hate being like that through the bedding, and we will get married in the future, but what should I do?

Hey, the little girl’s family, I really don’t know how to enjoy happiness.

Night rain patter.

In the sound of rain, the sound of Huqin suddenly sounded like weeping.

Xiao Yi pushed open the window.

Across the rain curtain, under the corridor of the opposite Buddhist house, the lantern swayed gently in the wind.

Gu Chongshan was sitting on the armchair with a sword and golden horse, slowly pulling Huqin.

Xiao Yi sneered: "Oh, Jiaojiao come and come and see it, nine thousand-year-old playing Huqin."

Nine thousand years old playing Huqin?

Nan Baoyi hurriedly poked his head out of the account.

Speaking of it, Gu Chongshan's musical attainments are amazing, even the musicians in the palace are ashamed of themselves, and Hu Qin is even better!

It's just that he seldom plays a musical instrument, only when he is troubled, will he play the piano to relieve boredom.

She ran to the window barefoot.

Xiao Yi opened his arms to her: "Hug."

Nan Baoyi tangled.

She was still embarrassed by the matter just now, but she forgot quickly.

It’s good to forget it quickly, so that she won’t have to be embarrassed.

She thought, Xiao Yi had already carried her on the small couch and covered her tender feet with a quilt, "Is it cold?"

"not cold."

Nan Baoyi obediently shook his head and looked curiously across the rain curtain.

Gu Chongshan wore a navy blue gold thread embroidered sea cloud pattern uniform. Through the rain, fog and cage fire, red lips and white teeth were faintly visible.

The ebony Huqin exudes a curling sound in his hands, mournful and melodious, combined with the overwhelming sound of rain and rain, it is really endless for three days.

Nan Baoyi listened.

Sometimes I admire, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, and I understand the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the music.

Xiao Yi's face gradually darkened.

He asked Nan Jiaojiao to come over to talk to her and appreciate the rain together.

Gu Chongshan is just a piano player.

He was unhappy: "Nan Jiaojiao, do you think it sounds good?"

"Naturally. The nine-thousand-year-old musical attainments can be regarded as the best in the world. What does the second brother feel when listening to this Huqin?"

Although knowing Gu Chongshan's accomplishments are good, Xiao Yi still lazily criticized: "It's like a tomb. In the future 100 years later, I can invite him to play Huqin at my funeral."

Nan Baoyi: "..."

No words for a night.

The next day.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, Xiao Yi had disappeared.

According to Yuwei, it seems to be going out with Gu Chongshan again.

She freshened and dressed, and came in and reported: "Miss, that child's illness is getting worse."

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "It's more serious? Didn't he drink the medicine prescribed by the old doctor yesterday?"

"But when the maidservant just passed by, his forehead was hot and he kept talking in a coma." Tasting Xinxin's face was serious, "The maidservant tried to exorcise him, but it didn't work."

Practice exorcism...

Nan Baoyi rubbed her eyebrows, speechless.

"In addition, the four girls also caught the cold last night and are now bedridden."