After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The girl is like a young willow by the lake.

She leaned on Xiao Yi softly, looking up at him with her white tender face, her beautiful crimson Danfeng eyes and water mist loomed, her vermilion lips opened slightly, her shell teeth bit her lips, and she was very uncomfortable.

Xiao Yi endured and endured.

Nan Baoyi stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin: "Second brother?"

Seeing the man's eyebrows in silence, she sobbed weakly, stretched out her white index finger, and hooked his broad palm coquettishly: "Second brother..."

Xiao Yi refrained from touching her.

Nan Jiaojiao's drunk and crisp look, a little touch, it is heaven and earth fire.

He comforted: "Rose crisp has been drugged. Jiaojiao will go to Baoxia first. I will ask Jiang Suihan to detoxify you, okay?"

"not good……"

Nan Baoyi shook his head seriously.

She entangled him like an octopus, with fine crystal teardrops hanging on her eyelashes, and she looked up at him with a pitiful look.

Xiao Yi was as tight as a bowstring.

His condition is no better than Nan Baoyi, and he is also on the verge of breaking out.

However, he was unwilling to act as a husband and wife with her in this situation.

That kind of thing should happen in the dead of night, when there are red tents, dragon and phoenix candles, and mandarin duck pillows.

How could it be hasty to do that kind of thing with Nan Jiaojiao for the first time?

Dense beads of sweat leaked from his forehead, his Adam's apple rolled, and the blue veins of his hands that fell on his wide sleeves violently, he almost gambled on the restraint of his life, and his voice was low and mute: "Nan Baoyi, stay away from me..."

Nan Baoyi was terribly uncomfortable.

She buried her head in Xiao Yi's arms and kept shaking her head: "Don't leave..."

She stood on tiptoe hard, and kissed Xiao Yi's jaw again.

Peck lightly, then peck again...

Her eyes were deep, her small white hands hooked his neck, and finally kissed his Adam's apple.

She doesn't have such a thing.

Xiao Yi; "..."

The tension in my mind broke quietly at this moment.

Wan Lai was silent.

The spring breeze blew across the lake, and willow branches wiped his face. The forbearance in his phoenix eyes, like melting ice and snow, gradually turned into a desire for barbaric growth.

He picked up Nan Baoyi and resolutely went to the bedroom of Chaoxiyuan.

The maids were playing games in front of the house, and they were all stunned when they saw Shizi carrying his concubine in.

"His Royal Highness——"

As they were saluting one after another, Xiao Yi only left them with a grim back: "Go out."

The women looked at each other, but they had to withdraw.

The bedroom fan was closed, and the bamboo curtains by the windows were hanging down, faintly revealing a few rays of spring sun.

Xiao Yi put Nan Baoyi on the Babu bed, soaked a cotton pad with cold water, and carefully wiped her face.

Nan Baoyi’s pearl hairpin is horizontally slanted, with long crow green hair scattered on the white pillows, cheeks are as red as delicate flowers, small white hands are tightly gripping the corners of Xiao Yi’s sleeves, the silk is loose, and the delicate body is self-contained. .

She plucked up the courage: "I know the second brother is embarrassed, but I am willing... I am afraid of pain, and usually can't make up my mind, but since this kind of thing has happened, it is probably destiny..."

She admires Xiao Yi.

She doesn't want to live innocently with him under the same roof. Now that she is married, she wants to be his real wife.

Xiao Yi cast his eyes down.

The **** the couch is charming and charming, the girl he has coveted for years.

It's the wife he's getting married.

And she said she would...

He held the cotton pad and slowly loosened it.

The last bit of hesitation was broken. He threw the cotton pad on the ground, held Nan Baoyi's hand pityingly, and pecked at her fingertips.

He leaned forward.

A heavy red curtain hides the world of Xiaofang.

As the clothes fell, the sweet hibiscus fragrance filled the bedroom.

There is no light in the account.

A thin white and slender hand protruded unconsciously from the tent. The tail finger was upturned, and the fingertips stained with crisp red Dankou were bent into a patient arc. With a cry of pain, the beautiful little hand emptied its grip. A handful of air.

The bells of the golden bracelet on the wrist jingled with the ups and downs.

Like never stop.

"Second Brother——"

"Call your husband."

The voice of the young man was low and dumb but could not hold his beak.

The newly married prince concubine, softly and obediently called "husband", in a delicate tone, could kill her husband.

After half an hour, the secret fragrance radiated from the tent.

Mixed with the scent of hibiscus, wandering in the deep boudoir, like a new dream in late spring.

The breeze was blowing the bamboo curtain.

On the foot, a pair of embroidered shoes and a pair of official boots were placed on the feet.

The embroidered shoes are exquisite and exquisite, and they are tightly nestled against the wide black gold moire official boots.

The unfinished voice of a man came from the account:

"Again, okay?"

In the tent, Nan Baoyi hugged the brocade quilt in the corner. The corners of her eyebrows and eyes were pure and sweet, but the corners of her mouth were a little red. The green silk hanging on the couch made it more delicate and elegant.

She looked at Xiao Yi with horror.

She choked and groaned: "Are you poisoned or I was poisoned?"

Xiao Yi sat casually cross-legged, with a few scratches on his chest and more scratches on his back.

But he has a strong body and doesn't care about the scratch on the idea.

He coaxed her and said: "The poison in Jiaojiao is very complicated. Make sure to remove it completely, otherwise it will relapse later and it will be more troublesome than today."

Nan Baoyi refused, tears filled her eyelashes: "You lied to me..."

"I never lied to you."

Xiao Yi wanted to get close to her, but Nan Baoyi aggrievedly avoided.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and pulled to his side.

Nan Baoyi was concealed by Jin, but was not as strong as Xiao Yi, so he was obediently dragged into his arms by holding Jin.

She lowered her eyelashes and dared not move: "We are absurd here, what should we do about the spring banquet?"

"The spring banquet has long been delayed." Xiao Yi didn't care, and rolled up a strand of her blue silk. "I will let the aftertaste tell the guests that you are sick with Concubine Jiang and cannot go out to entertain them. Let them entertain themselves. Le. They will only provoke Concubine Jiang and will not blame you."

Concubine Jiang side deliberately made chaos at the spring banquet, and the guests were all watching.

It's reasonable for the concubine to be sick with qi, and maybe she can get a wave of sympathy.

Nan Baoyi was relieved.

She whispered again: "Second brother, I'm a little thirsty."

Just now, she almost made her voice dumb.

Xiao Yi took a cup of tea from the bedside.

He watched Nan Baoyi gurglingly finish drinking, and raised his fingertips to wipe away the tea that was falling from her jaw. Dan Feng's eyes gradually became darker and darker, but his expression was like a smile: "Is Jiaojiao full?"

Nan Baoyi suffocated.

...

It was already dusk outside.

Princess Jing was holding the dinner, even though Nan Baoyi had never been there, but because she had arranged well in advance, the spring banquet was still in order.

Concubine Jiang and her daughter-in-law sat at the round table. The other tables were full. No one came to eat at her table, and everyone looked at her with disdain.

She is going crazy!

Nan Baoyi is ill because of her ass, so why blame her!

She rolled her eyes and ate a crab, and then she noticed the Nan Baozhu leaving the seat.

She is Nan Baoyi's cousin, I don't know where is she going?

Concubine Jiang's eyes rolled and followed with her two daughter-in-laws.