After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Chu Lexin remembers that I hate me for being given a marriage, so I angered Zhuzhu. This wound should have appeared on my face..." Nan Baoyi's brows were lightly furrowed, and his eyes were redder, "Beads can blame me. "

Nan Baozhu slowly sat upright.

The girl who only knows about eating, drinking and having fun has a rare seriousness on her round face.

She said: "Since the beginning of spring last year, Jiaojiao has changed herself.

"I have caused a lot of troubles, but they have been resolved smoothly. Now I think about it, everything Jiaojiao does is to protect the family from wind and rain, right?

"In the place I can't see, there is a power game in Jinguan City. Compared with me, you have suffered more injuries, broken knees, imprisoned Zhennan Temple, and used blood as medicine... one by one, I remember it clearly.

"Jiaojiao, sheltering the family from the wind and rain, protecting our whole family is not your responsibility alone. I am very happy to be able to share the pain for you."

Nan Baoyi stared at her blankly.

With tears rolling in her eyes, she choked up and said: "Little cousin does not know. I once had a dream. In the dream, it was me who led the wolf into the room, and it was me who caused the destruction of our family... I, everything I did was an atonement. ..."

"Let the wolves into the house, the family is ruined?" Nan Baozhu chuckled, "Jiaojiao, wouldn't those evil wolves look at our house without you? Wouldn't they attack our house without you? Bad guys are bad guys after all. They will only change another way to hurt us."

Autumn rain patter outside the window.

The candlelight in the bedroom flickered, and the warm fragrance filled it, very peaceful and quiet.

Nan Baoyi’s teardrops fell on the skirt.

She raised the back of her hand and wiped her tears sadly and aggrievedly.

Nan Baozhu squeezed her white and tender face, "The genius doctor Jiang said that my injury is not serious. Why are you crying? Seeing that they are all girls who are about to marry, they are always crying and crying, and they will be rejected by the second brother. ."

"Beads!"

Nan Baoyi hugged her little cousin defiantly.

She is staying here tonight.

The sisters washed clean and lay side by side on the couch.

Nan Baozhu curiously said: "Jiaojiao, tell me, when did you and the second brother have a mutual affection? It's such a good idea that I didn't even tell it, it really made me angry."

With that said, the voice was full of interest.

The off-the-book candlelight diminished.

Nan Baoyi whispered softly, telling Nan Baozhu all the love.

Nan Baozhu was so excited and excited that she almost turned three somersaults in the room!

She turned to Nan Baoyi and said excitedly: "Jiaojiao, how does it feel to love someone? Tell me, I will have a new play in the future!"

Nan Baoyi chatted.

Little cousin's play was so badly rehearsed, she has to rehearse a new play...

She was not embarrassed to hit the little cousin, after thinking about it, and whispering: "I can't tell how it feels...but I go to my grandmother every morning to make peace. Among so many people, the first thing I see is him. After being well-dressed, I especially hope that he can praise him for being good-looking..."

She babbled for a while, and stopped talking when she saw Nan Baozhu lost her mind.

She tucked the quilt corner for Nan Baozhu, "Speaking of which, over there late...how did the little cousin plan?"

"You said that little hooligan."

Nan Baozhu explained that Ning Wanzhou was the lone star of Tiansha, and said dismissively: "I told him to look at the courtyard gate, so he is not allowed to step into my dormitory again."

Nan Baoyi was speechless.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhen Guo, do you know that they have died for love?

Empress Emperor Yong, do you know that they have lost their lives?

Second brother, do you know that he has been buried? !

However, the dignified grandfather of Yongguo was reduced to showing the courtyard gate to the little cousin...

It's pretty cool to think about it.

Nan Baoyi also proposed: "I heard that in a few days, the emperor will return to Shengjing City. When they leave, I will accompany the little cousin to the temple to pray."

"Okay." Nan Baozhu was full of illusions, "you and your big sister both hurt me, I also want to beg the Bodhisattva, so quickly help me find a marriage. It’s best to get married next year, so I don’t have to. Listening to my mother's teachings and scolding at home all day..."

The two sisters talked privately and gradually fell asleep in the autumn rain.

The night breeze is a bit cool.

When the maid was away, Nan Baoyi got out of bed and closed the window in a half-dream and half-awake period.

A candle was extinguished outside the window.

Someone stood fixedly outside the window holding a candlestick, the fire shining from his jaw to his eyebrows, behind him was a black rain curtain, which was terrifying like a ghost.

Nan Baoyi was so scared that she was completely sleepy and almost lost her soul!

Recognizing that it was Ning Wanzhou, she hurriedly lowered her voice and cursed: "Little father-in-law, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, so you stand here to be scary?!"

Ning Wanzhou was expressionless.

He looked at the Babu bed with the curtain hanging down, "I can't sleep without holding her."

"You never hugged her to sleep before you were twelve years old. Why didn't you see that you couldn't fall asleep at that time? Just do it, you." Nan Baoyi was also angry, "A lie requires countless lies to be realized. You are still today. Deceive Zhuzhu, but Zhuzhu will never like someone who has deceived her repeatedly!"

I don't know which sentence hits Ning Wanzhou, and his eyes instantly turn dark and terrible.

That's not the look a young boy should have at all.

Nan Baoyi is a little afraid of him.

She hurriedly closed the window and went straight to the couch.

The night wind howled, blowing out the candlestick Ning Wanzhou was holding.

Lightning flashed across the night, illuminating his snow-white face.

He muttered to himself in the dark night: "My sister is mine, she must like me."

...

Shengjia returned to Shengjing City on the eve.

Nan Baoyi sat under the west window of the study, slowly flipping through the scrolls.

The autumn sun was just outside the carved wooden gallery, and several clusters of golden silk hibiscus bloomed in full bloom.

She quietly turned her head and saw Princess Jing holding a red lacquer tray standing under the corridor, smiling and talking to the Minister of Power.

She pricked her ears.

"Knowing that Yi'er has to deal with the affairs of Shu County, it will not be too late to return to Shengjing after you finish it. We Yi'er is a person who does big things, and my mother will not delay your future." She smiled very lovingly. "Mother will go back to the palace and tell your father the good news that you recognize your ancestor and return to the clan. The ruler of the palace should be taken back.

Nan Baoyi raised an eyebrow.

It sounds like, how does she feel that the control of the family is the focus of Princess Jing?

Princess Jing said again: "I will be in the palace and prepare the courtyard for you to live in. It will be arranged in a look you like. By the way, this set of clothes was sewn for you by myself in the past two days. dislike."

The voice of the Minister of Power was lazy and hypocritical: "'Mother's hand thread, wandering boy's shirt.' Mother is very hardworking, and my son is really happy."

Nan Baozhu couldn't help biting the brush.

Afraid to laugh out loud!

Princess Jing really likes this set.

She smiled and said: "Mother hopes to see you in the palace before the Chinese New Year. You don't have to bring anything, from the inner shirt to the outer robe, from the maid to the servant, and the mother will prepare everything for you."

"Oh, the troublesome mother also prepares the bride price for me. I wondered, when the Nan family moved to Shengjing, I would hire Jiaojiao. It is not a trivial matter to be hired by the elder son. I trouble my mother to prepare more grandly. The bride price or something, at least It cannot be lifted less than one hundred and twenty."