After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi lay in the boudoir for two days.

She heard the little cousin mention that Xiao Yi came to the house several times with the marriage certificate in the past two days, but was rejected by Nanfu Jiading.

"I keep saying I love you, but raising a woman without you behind my back, what is it!" Nan Baozhu was furious. "I used to think he was a gentleman, but now it seems like that! Jiaojiao, don't be sad. , Two toads are hard to find, can't you find a man with two legs?"

Nan Baoyi leaned back on the Babu bed.

The lacquer hair was scattered in front of him, making his face pale and thin.

She hadn't eaten much in the past two days, and her eyes always turned into sadness, and she no longer had the innocent and charming look of the past.

She lowered her eyelashes and stared at the golden embroidered hibiscus flower on the brocade.

Nan Baozhu couldn't help sighing slightly.

Her Jiaojiao is a kind of infatuation.

She was so sad that she gave her sincere heart, but was let down by Xiao Yi. This was a big blow to her.

Twilight will be late.

Thick dark clouds accumulate in the sky, and the cage goes to all the brilliance between the sky and the earth. The courtyard is full of coldness, and seeing the night is a heavy snow.

Nan Baozhu tucked the quilt for her and coaxed her and said: "When you are healed, I will take you to the Fengtaiyue Old Temple to ask for marriage. I heard that it is very effective. Sweet and good, don't be sad for Xiao Yi anymore. Okay?"

Nan Baoyi wrung his thin white hands and said nothing.

Nan Baozhu felt sorry for her.

She gently hugged Nan Baoyi, got up and went to the small kitchen for dinner.

A heavy snow drifted outside the window.

It was late at night, and the boudoir of Chaowenyuan was still lit up.

The meal on the round table has not moved at all, the bird's nest porridge has cooled down.

Aftertaste took care of Nan Baoyi and said worriedly: "The princess just sits on the bed in a daze, so what is good? If you refuse to eat, then you can sleep for a while, OK? You last night I haven't slept all night, and if this continues, my body will suffer."

Seeing that Nan Baoyi didn't respond, she turned around and blew out the candlestick fire.

Nan Baoyi mutely said, "No."

The aftertaste was stunned and looked back at her: "How can I sleep without blowing out a few lights if the fire is so bright?"

"No." The girl was stubborn.

The aftertaste couldn't help her, so she had to sigh and leave.

The boudoir is warm as spring.

Nan Baoyi turned to face the inside of the Babu bed and secretly wiped tears against the wall.

In her past and present life, her marriage is always exceptionally difficult.

He clearly said he would only love her, but he just wanted to raise a woman behind her back.

Even the son has it.

Isn't he bullying?

He failed her and turned her into the laughingstock of Shengjingcheng...

Girl tears wet pillow towel.

A few strands of crow green temple hair stuck to her cheeks, making her face pale and fragile.

How many degrees of snow snow.

When the Nan family complained against Xiao Yi late at night, Nan Chengli sneaked up to the side door and bribed the door-keeper with good wine and food. After coaxing them into the house for a drink, he quietly opened the door.

The night wind came oncoming with the heavy snow.

Under the eaves, Shiku is holding an umbrella, Shiyan is holding a lantern.

A man wearing a black fox fur, his appearance is pure and elegant, and his Danfeng eyes are more graceful.

He stepped into the threshold: "How is she?"

Nan Chengli shook his head silently.

For a moment, Nan Chengli reminded again: "Grandma specially arranged many maids in the Chaowenyuan to prevent you from running into the fragrant boudoir at night. My people have already transferred some of them, so be careful."

Xiao Yi said thank you very much.

He sneaked into the Chaowenyuan and touched Nan Baoyi's boudoir.

Behind the Linghua 槅 window was brightly lit, and the little girl was probably not asleep.

He stunned the two wives who were on duty, and entered the Xiang Gui with very light movements.

The dinner on the table has long since cooled down, but he hasn't moved a bit.

The golden hooks were holding the woven gold curtains, and the little girl was wearing loose white-toothed bedding, lying on the side of the wall, the brocade quilt could only cover her waist, and her slender waist was pitiful.

Her head full of blue silks was scattered on the couch, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, and the sobbing noise was mixed with the roar of the wind and snow. It was so faint but so thrilling.

Xiao Yi's heart throbbed.

He wanted to call her, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid that the little girl would be even more sad when she saw him.

He didn't hesitate to step forward until the candle was half-lit.

The little girl has already cried to sleep, her eyes are red as petals, her eyelashes are covered with fine tears, and the pillow towel is already soaked.

She hugged the quilt tightly, as if this little quilt could bring her an unparalleled sense of security in the winter night.

Xiao Yi sat down beside Babu's bed.

He stared at the girl, Dan Feng's eyes filled with distress.

He wanted to tell her that he didn't feel sorry for her.

The woman in the gefang is his esteemed imperial wife, and the most beloved princess in his life.

That child is not his flesh and blood, but his nephew.

But he could not take risks, nor did he dare to take risks.

The so-called truth, before he did not control absolute power, only he knew it, it was enough.

He didn't want to let down the word "love".

Xiao Yi pulled up the quilt and carefully covered Nan Baoyi.

But Nan Baoyi slept very lightly, and when he moved a little, she woke up.

The lights in the room were still burning.

The girl's eyes were red and swollen, she looked at the man close at hand, and after the initial consternation, she burst into intense anger.

She sat up, didn't even want to talk to him, and shouted out of the account: "Yun Xiu——"

Xiao Yi covered her mouth in time.

He has big palms and great strength.

Nan Baoyi struggled desperately, kicking Xiao Yi hard with her feet, but she hadn't eaten much for two days, and when she kicked people, she was soft and didn't threaten Xiao Yi at all.

The man hooped her feet easily.

He leaned into the warm tent most of his body and pressed Nan Baoyi firmly in the bed.

He hadn't touched a woman before, and his movements were a little rough, as if he was pressing a live fish.

Nan Baoyi was so angry that he wanted to scratch his face.

The light and shadow in the tent are dizzy.

Xiao Yi looked down at the little girl close at hand, and whispered: "I disagree with retiring. On the marriage certificate, you and I are stamped with your fingerprints, and the yamen even stamped the official seal. Nan Jiaojiao, stamped the seal, you It's mine."

Nan Baoyi finally broke away from his palm.

Her small face was reddened, and her long hair was tangled around the man's fox fur.

Stamped, she is his?

Then she stamped a mark on his forehead. Does he belong to her in his life? !

She questioned: "I said that I had a chance to go back, don't you accept it now?!"

Xiao Yi slowly sat upright.

He stroked the broken hair before the girl's forehead: "Well, I won't admit it."

"You mean!"

"When I was young, wouldn't you call me a despicable person? Since you knew I was not a good person, why should you expect me?"

Nan Baoyi choked.

When she was a child, she did scold Xiao Yi as a despicable person.

but……

"What's more..." Xiao Yi played with her lacquer hair and squinted at her. "You have repeatedly mentioned the dream of the unknown prophet and asked yourself if you didn't know in advance that I would have the power today, you Will you still be nice to me?"

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