After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Xiao Yi walked out, her girl clinging to her thighs!

The girl’s clothes were disheveled, her face flushed, her long crow green hair scattered on the ground, the ties of her jacket were also scattered, and the lotus-colored main waist outlined a slender curve, just like a little lotus with pointed corners...

It's like being spoiled.

"Nan Baoyi, let go!"

Xiao Yi was annoyed by the onlookers.

These maids must think he is inferior to animals.

When it spreads out, he will be scolded by Nan's grandmother again.

Nan Baoyi was drunk and bewildered, and raised Dan Feng's eyes that were reddish like petals: "After you finish me, do you want me?"

The maids headed by the aftertaste: "..."

The eyes are strange.

The word "nong" is very meaningful.

They raised their clear eyes and looked at Xiao Yi with curiosity and contempt.

Their girl is just fifteen years old, and the new aunt can't wait too much!

Beasts!

The tips of Xiao Yi's ears were hot, and the roots of his ears were red.

He is not, he is not!

He was heartbroken and walked outside the house regardless.

Nan Baoyi hugged his thighs tightly, and the second half of her body was almost dragging on the carpet, dragging, she started to cry.

Xiao Yi couldn't help it.

He knelt down and wiped the tears for the little girl: "I didn't bully you, why are you crying?"

Nan Baoyi knelt down on the carpet, tearing off his shirt seriously.

It was too late for Xiao Yi to stop.

The girl's sandalwood hair was thick and jet-black, and it fell to the ground in curls, and it was finely outlined under the lights like an ink pen, as elegant and beautiful as a freehand drawing.

Her large white petticoats are scattered all over the floor, and her waist is slender and white without a grip. She does not know what it is to be pinched. The lotus-colored main waist is half untied and half hung, showing a very beautiful and delicate curve, like a budding desire. The flower bone...

Xiao Yi's fingertips, which wiped her tears, paused in the air.

The blood all over his body seemed to be boiled, tumbling fiercely.

Because of being too depressive, his eyes were filled with scarlet, and the curvature of his thin lips was extremely cold and self-sustaining.

His voice was hoarse: "Nan Jiaojiao..."

Nan Baoyi didn't realize his desire for him.

She raised her hand, and drew her head full of blue silk to her back, presenting all the good things in front of Xiao Yi's eyes.

She is serious: "Am I beautiful?"

Xiao Yi pursed his lips.

The girl kneeled and sat in the light, like a concealed Wushan goddess.

Furongxiang rushed towards her face, her eyes were smiling and sentimental, as if she would take him into the dreamland she had woven in the next moment, and go to bliss with him in the clouds and rain of Wushan.

How could he not be beautiful for the little Jiao Niang he was thinking about?

He knew it early in the morning.

He rolled his apple and whispered, "Beautiful."

Nan Baoyi chuckled.

She held her small face and tilted her head triumphantly: "I changed my mind!"

Xiao Yi: "..."

See it.

He resisted his desire and ran out of the dormitory and lay in the wind and snow on New Year's Eve for a long time before finally expelling the enthusiasm.

But before closing her eyes, she still looks beautiful...

...

At the beginning of the new year, Chaowenyuan ushered in the first day of the first lunar month in a rush.

Nan Jiacai has a firm foothold in Shengjing City. Because it is the richest man in South Vietnam, coupled with the fact that he has become a relative of Jing Wangfu, there are so many people who come to socialize, rich businessmen, gentry, aristocratic families, and all kinds of gifts are flowing in and out. Out.

This kind of excitement stopped for a while at the Supreme Yuan Festival.

In the evening of the Spring Festival, Nan Baoyi was sitting in front of the makeup mirror dressing.

She and Xiao Yi have made an appointment to go to Guanfengtai to watch the lantern show together tonight.

Nan Baozhu was sitting by the window, sorting out the letterheads and invitations on the table, and couldn't help complaining: "When I come to Shengjingcheng, I have more girls to socialize than Jinguancheng. I can't tell who is my sister and sister. Who is it! They don’t have a lot of sincerity to each other, but they still have to be affectionate with their older sisters and eldest sisters..."

Nan Baoyi took Luozidai and traced her eyebrows carefully: "I heard the second aunt said that during the first month, many families wanted to marry a little cousin?"

"Yes." Nan Baozhu flipped through the floral stickers, "but I don't love any of them-eh, this person is so annoying, he sends me invitations every three to five, and I am so entangled by him that I dare not go out!"

"Who is it?"

"Yeah, Song Ming. It is said that he is the eldest son of Prime Minister Song, and now he is a servant in the staff department, from an official to a servant. He looks like a talent, but unfortunately he is a round older than me and has a son under his knee."

Nan Baoyi nodded, secretly saying that it was indeed not a good match.

She put on the gemstone pearl hairpin and looked back at Nan Baozhu: "Little cousin really won't go out to play tonight?"

Nan Baozhu shook his head: "There is a lantern festival in the garden of the mansion. I'm lazy, so I won't go out. When you come back, bring me the food and lanterns from Fengtai."

Since the end of the New Year's Eve palace banquet, she has gone out to play two or three times, but she can meet Song Shilang back then, as if the man was constantly watching her.

She doesn't like this very much.

Nan Baoyi got up and walked to her, squeezing her little face playfully.

She said: "The little cousin was born beautifully, like a shining Dongzhu. The ladies on the Spring Festival go out to eat tea, it is a rare opportunity to play freely. How boring you are in the house alone? , The second brother came to pick me up, maybe he will take Ning Wanzhou. Counting the days, you haven’t seen him for a long time."

Ning Wanzhou begged Xiao Yi to help him find a place where he could exercise his abilities.

Xiao Yi transferred him to Dali Temple as an errand. Although he was only fifteen years old, things were done in a decent way, except that he always had a cold face, and his reputation in Dali Temple was very good.

When she mentioned Ning Wanzhou, Nan Baozhu's expression was a little uncomfortable.

The child, who worked as a errand at Dali Temple for several months, delivered her salary to her on time every month and let her take care of him.

Although the salary is not much, but...

Whenever she took the bag of silver money from him, she always felt strange in her heart.

As if she had some intimate relationship with him...

"Little cousin?"

Nan Baoyi reminded.

Nan Baozhu returned to his senses and said, "Then I will go out and play with you."

With the protection of the second brother's guard, it was expected that Shilang Song could not get close to her.

Nan Baoyi smiled and helped her dress up.

When boarding the carriage, Ning Wanzhou was not seen.

Xiao Yi glanced at Nan Baozhu and said faintly: "The alleys in the capital city of Shangyuan Yesheng were empty. In order to prevent fires, pickpockets and human traffickers, he was transferred to maintain order in the market."

Nan Baozhu shook her Tuan fan and looked even more uncomfortable.

To maintain order, to maintain order, tell her what to do?

She is not rare to see him!

When the carriage drove outside Guanfengtai, it could no longer move on.

The crowd of people watching Fenghu Lake is even more lively than that of Qixi Festival.

Nan Baoyi stepped out of the carriage, but saw lanterns and torches, moonlight flowers, water and sky bright, paintings and boats like weaving, and there were performers on the lakeside such as storytelling, sword swallowing, zaju, singing, monkey opera, magic and so on. The exclamation of the people came one after another, and the level of excitement was truly breathtaking.

She was dazzled and heard laughter coming from the street.

She looked over.

Giant candles and revolving lanterns were lit in the street sheds, prisoners’ stories were drawn on the lampshades, and the stalls were filled with various dark and grim torture instruments.

The servants headed by Ning Wanzhou are holding more than a dozen prisoners. Each prisoner has a cardboard erected behind his back. The words are clearly written that they are deliberately setting fire, or robbing ladies, or playing gangsters against women. And other crimes.