After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Do you want Jiaojiao?"

He bit the girl's ear and asked softly.

Nan Baoyi refused: "I was frightened today, don't..."

Seeing her pale face, Xiao Yi knew that she really didn't mean that, so she carefully buckled her: "What is missing in the palace, just tell Gu Chongshan."

Tell Gu Chongshan?

Nan Baoyi blinked, guessing that the minister of power might have a private transaction with Gu Chongshan.

These two people have always been unpredictable, and like to do things secretly.

She didn't care about the power struggle of the previous dynasty. She stood up and took out the death-free gold medal from under the pillow, and solemnly handed it to Xiao Yi.

"Second brother, this is what the Emperor Xian gave to the Nan family before his death. You will bring it to my grandmother for me, please be sure to collect it, it may be useful some time."

There are only three gold medals for exemption from death in South Vietnam, which can pardon the sins of a family.

Xiao Yi took it and responded seriously.

Nan Baoyi snuggled in his arms and whispered: "Chu Huaixiu is a lunatic, and Nan Jing is eyeing my family again. I am really afraid that they will harm my family. Brother, if you can think of a way to make my family stay away Guancheng, I will repay you!"

She raised her head, Dan Feng's eyes were gleaming, more refreshing and clean than the bright moon outside the window.

Xiao Yi pityed her: "Zhang Yue's family, let's do our best, what can we talk about in return?"

Nan Baoyi was stunned, only to remember that he is now Nan's son-in-law.

They are a family!

Xiao Yi can always bring her inexplicable peace of mind.

She hugged the man's waist with nostalgia: "Second brother, I still have something to ask."

She told about Nan Baozhu and Ning Wanzhou again.

Xiao Yi agreed: "Ning Wanzhou, for me, and Nan Baozhu, I will arrange for Jiaojiao to see her, and you will analyze it with her personally."

The breeze and bright moon outside the temple.

Yunxiu, who was already awake, sat under the eaves of the palace, quietly listening to the conversation in the palace, her low-hanging eyes were full of complexity, and her master, compared with Prince Jing, was indeed inferior in some respects...

The next day.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, the person next to her pillow was no longer there.

She sat up, the green silk hanging on the brocade, like scattered seaweed.

She touched the outside of the bed, and there seemed to be his residual warmth in the bed.

Yunxiu came in and waited for her to wash and change her clothes: "The people from the imperial dining room just came to deliver meals, and the servant maid chatted with him. He said that the imperial dining room was preparing a state banquet, and the palace was going to entertain the grandfather of Dayong Town. We are in Shengjing City."

Nan Baoyi wore a porcelain bowl with gold traces, and spit out the fine salt water she gargle.

She stared at the view outside the window and whispered: "I don't know what kind of person the Lord Zhen Guo is, whether he will allow the little grandpa to marry my sister, if he does not allow..."

The girl looked worried.

The man she talked about was already in the Jing Palace and arrived in Beijing early in the morning.

Ning Su, the country's official in Dayong Town, was nearly forty years old and was born tall and mighty, like a copper wall and iron wall.

Married to the eldest princess of the Xiao family's imperial family, she didn't dare to take a concubine. She had two daughters and one son under her knees.

He sat on the armchair, tapped his fingers at the table, and was quite impatient: "That wild boy, where did he die? Knowing that I arrived in Beijing today, but he didn't come to say hello?! His rules are all forgotten in the dog's stomach. went?!"

Xiao Yi sips tea slowly.

He said lightly: "Nanfu is a bit of a journey from Jingwang's Mansion. Don't worry about your uncle."

"Huh!" Ning Su Niu drank half a cup of tea, then squinted at Xiao Yi, "The Queen Empress sent her ministers to tell her Highness that she doesn't want the Tianshu token now. She wants you to steal the Southern Yue throne, and then the whole country will return to Da Yong."

Xiao Yi grinned.

That woman, really good calculation.

Let him steal the throne of Nanyue, let him surrender to Da Yong, but refuse to let him inherit the throne of Da Yong and make clothes for others, but that's it.

In the future history books, he will only scold Xiao Yi as a traitor.

He had a plan in his mind, so he said in a perfunctory manner: "I know."

As he was talking, Shiku hurried in and reported: "Master, Grandpa, Little Grandpa is here."

Ning Su looked up.

The young man who stepped into the main hall was fifteen years old. He was much taller and slender than when he was a child. The fox's eyes were cold and he was born white and beautiful, as beautiful as a red crane.

Ning Wanzhou bowed his hands blankly: "Father."

I haven't seen each other for three years, so this meeting ceremony is really perfunctory.

Ning Su immediately became angry and scolded: "I can't afford you dad!"

Ning Wanzhou said "Oh", turned and left.

It just so happened that he didn't want to see his father.

His father always looked after everything and forced him to do this and that, but he never asked him whether he liked it or not.

Obviously you are the little father-in-law, but he can't even decide what to eat at each meal.

The carbine was the fuse for running away from home.

He wanted to learn the carbine, but his father forced him to learn the double sword. He said that the first emperor of Dayong used double swords. They had to follow the example of their ancestors and used double swords for generations. All the carbines bought at a high price were broken for firewood.

The feeling of being forced is almost suffocating.

He pressed death, but his father mocked him as a coward and could not commit suicide.

He chose to cut his wrist, but was saved by his mother and two sisters.

He shed so much blood, but his father still mocked him, saying that he was just acting.

After that, he was frustrated with his father and resolutely chose to run away from home.

Ning Su watched him step out of the threshold, and couldn't help becoming more angry.

He took the whip from the guard: "Ning Wanzhou!"

Ning Wanzhou turned around.

The horse whip was slammed down!

"I beat you to death for an unfilial thing!" Ning Su roared, "Your mother is making trouble with me in the house every day for you. I have come all the way to take you home. You dare to show your face to me, you are Didn't you want to **** me off?!"

The whip fell on his body and it hurt terribly.

Ning Wanzhou's face was tight, and he was too stubborn to scream.

That's his father.

He beats and scolds his children at every turn, claiming that he is a filial son under a stick, but he does not know how to pull him out of his body, wishing to escape the name of Zhen Guo Gong Mansion!

Xiao Yi held the riding whip.

He glanced at the young man with cracked eyelids and said lightly: "The reunion of father and son should have been a happy event, why should my uncle be angry? The young man is somewhat rebellious, uncle shouldn't do it."

Ning Su beat Ning Wanzhou for a while and relieved a little.

He threw away his whip and said in a deep voice, "Ning Wanzhou, hurry up and pack things, and follow me back to Chang'an tomorrow! When you get home, let me see if I can teach you a bastard!"

"As a father, you'd better not call me a bastard." Ning Wanzhou raised his fox eyes, neither humble nor arrogant. "Otherwise, you will have a bad reputation."

Ning Su was furious in an instant: "Hey, my temper! Where's my whip, bring the whip!"

Xiao Yi stopped him in time.

He gave Ning Wanzhou a look of "don't mess up", and soothed Ning Su: "Tonight, the Nanyue emperor is hosting a banquet for his uncle. Uncle forbearance, don't let outsiders read the joke."

Ning Su took a sigh of relief, stared at Ning Wanzhou deeply, and walked away.

After he left, Ning Wanzhou sank down on the corridor.

The boy was given a dozen whips, he was covered with blood and his face was pale.