After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Xiao Yi didn't lift his head, and his pen was flying.

This little girl asked her to write poems and songs seriously, she couldn't write it.

She writes gadgets such as famous thorns and flower notes, but she is full of energy.

He came up with an idea: "You transcribe the same New Year greetings every time, and no one else can see it."

"Second brother, you are a real thief."

Nan Baoyi ridiculed, writing the same congratulatory message on all plum blossom notes.

Aftertaste came in from outside and said with a smile: "Master, princess, there are people in the palace."

The servant in the palace robes stepped in and respectfully placed the food box on the short table: "Now Laba, the emperor specially ordered that the congee be given to the prince and the princess."

He smiled and took out two more posts from his arms: "This is an invitation for a New Year's Eve palace banquet. The emperor attaches great importance to the prince and the princess. Please be sure to attend the palace banquet and accompany him in the excitement."

Yuwei rewarded the little **** and sent him out himself.

Nan Baoyi put aside his brush and opened the food box curiously.

The Laba porridge produced by Yushanfang is made with red beans, walnuts, pine nuts, persimmon and chestnuts, and it is sticky and fragrant.

She held out the small cup: "Second brother, I will serve you a bowl?"

"If you like it, eat it, don't worry about me."

Xiao Yiman answered casually.

He had a one-foot-thick file at his hand, and he had to finish reviewing it today.

The taste of the year is getting stronger, and there are more and more criminal cases in Shengjing and surrounding cities.

Murders and arson fires are endless, and there are many small cases, such as who's concubine ran away with someone, whose daughter's trousers were stolen, whose chicken was lost again, and so on.

Rao is Xiao Yi, both very sad.

Nan Baoyi scooped up half a bowl of Laba porridge, eating it while watching Xiao Yi's review of the files.

Those cases were so boring, she seemed impatient to watch them, but Xiao Yi was still serious.

After all, it is a powerful minister, not the same as a girl like her.

She pondered and put the porcelain bowl after eating into the food box.

She was afraid that when Xiao Yi finished reviewing the dossiers, the laba porridge would have cooled and it would not taste good, so she put the small cup on the smoker to warm it up.

She yawned, sat next to Xiao Yi, and stayed with him for a while, her eyelids gradually unable to support, and finally changed her position to sleep on the carpet.

Xiao Yi finally finished reviewing the dossier, and it was almost his age.

He put down the brush and slowly rubbed his forehead.

The window was covered with translucent Korean paper.

There was no snow tonight, the clear moonlight came in through the windows, and the study room was full of brilliance.

The plum shadow in the courtyard is mottled, adding a bit of clarity.

In the silent winter night, Xiao Yi heard a long and even breath coming from beside him.

He lowered his eyes, the little girl slept on his legs, her small white hand holding a corner of the dark blue woven golden grape wool soft blanket, but the blanket did not cover her.

Without embroidered shoes, her left foot protruded from under the heavy skirt. Because of the loose laces of Luo Socks, Xue Bai Luo's socks slumped loosely on toes.

Xiao Yi watched for a moment, then took a blanket to cover her.

Yu Guang fell on the side of the smoked cage, and the Miaojin Xiaocuo was placed on it in a proper manner. It seemed that the little girl was afraid that he had eaten cold porridge and was there specially warm.

Xiao Yi bent his lips and took the small cup and the porcelain spoon.

Laba porridge is not sweet, he doesn't like it very much.

But when he thought that the little girl had left him specially, he felt that sweet porridge was not unpalatable.

Nan Baoyi was awakened by his movement and rubbed his eyes.

She looked at the bright moon outside the window, and she was sleepy: "It's going to be Laba, second brother, you only eat the porridge...Red beans fight ghosts, go to disease and suppress evil. If you don't drink Laba porridge on Laba Festival, you will be entangled by the kid, really. Tell me to worry."

Xiao Yi pursed his lips and smiled.

This little girl is afraid that she is confused, and she speaks so childishly.

He coaxed: "Laba is not over yet."

Nan Baoyi muttered that it was safe and smooth, and then moved to his lap in a daze, resting his knee on his pillow, and fell asleep in the warm study.

Xiao Yi put down the clean cup.

He stroked the young girl's crow Qingtan hair and looked out the window.

Winter nights fall snow and the garden is quiet.

The moonlight shone under the west window, the mottled plum blossom shadows dangled with the wind, and the indoor smoked cage charcoal fire was warm and peaceful, as if it had contained the tenderness of a year.

On the Laba Festival in the 22nd year of Chongde, Xiao Yi came to Nanyue for twenty years.

He had a full and happy life.

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It is New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Nan Baoyi finally finished writing all the plum blossom notes and kept them in a box, waiting for the servants to be dispatched during the first month to send these New Year notes to all households.

After having a reunion lunch at Songheyuan, Nan Baoyi was about to attend a New Year's Eve palace banquet, and her second aunt suddenly found her.

The aunt, who has always been refreshing, shook her hand, embarrassed: "Jiaojiao, after tonight, your sister will be sixteen years old, but the marriage has not been settled. Can you take her with her at the palace feast today? Enter the palace to see the excitement? If you can meet your favorite son..."

Nan Baoyi immediately understood what she meant.

These days, the second aunt has become so worried about her little cousin’s marriage.

The rich young man in Shengjing City saw each other once, but did not look right.

Helpless, I had to focus on the official family.

Nan Baoyi was afraid that her second aunt would turn her head in sorrow, so she responded quickly.

She looked at Nan Baozhu again.

Zhuzhu was sitting on the armchair, eating walnuts intently.

In order to develop the population of the people in South Vietnam, it is stipulated that if a man is 20 years old and a woman is not married at the age of 18, the local government will marry them.

As for what kind of person to match, it depends on fate.

The little cousin is about sixteen years old, but she doesn't worry about the future at all.

Nan Baoyi really envied her free and easy.

The sisters were properly dressed, and the carriage of the Jing Palace was just in time to pick up people.

Nan Baozhu entered the palace for the first time, quite nervous.

She sat in the carriage, took a palm mirror from time to time, and said sincerely: "Jiaojiao, in the palace later, you have to protect me, don't tell me to be alone. I heard that the palace is very big, I am a little bit Afraid."

Nan Baoyi nodded: "I won't ask you to be alone."

After the initial nervousness, Nan Baozhu gradually became excited: "The New Year's Eve banquet in the palace must be very rich. My mother is not there and no one cares about me. I can eat, drink and play with confidence."

Nan Baoyi smiled.

She lit up the glazed lights in the carriage and watched Nan Baozhu take a selfie in the mirror.

Her little cousin is about to be sixteen years old, like a round and white Dongzhu, although slightly plump than the ordinary beauty in the eyes of the world, it does not affect her beauty.

She held the little cousin's hand.

My sister's hands are soft, and her fingertips are warm.

She knew that Zhuzhu actually liked the little father-in-law.

She only hopes that the little father-in-law will grow up soon and be able to propose to Zhuzhu as soon as possible.

Coming to the outside of the palace, but seeing the lanterns, the whole palace is like a city that never sleeps.

Nan Baoyi took her sister by the hand, and climbed up to Chengle Hall along the seven or seventy-nine steps, and introduced her to the ladies passing by.

Xiao Yi slowly followed behind with his hands holding hands.

When I stepped on the last step, I saw Gu Chongshan standing under the eaves of the palace.

This cold and thin nine-thousand-year-old, playing with ebony beads, nodded at him imperceptibly.

Xiao Yi smiled.

It seems that everything is ready tonight, only the east wind is owed.

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The date is wrong, it should be the 17th, and the wedding is also on the 17th

Make up one more as an apology