After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

It smells...

When Nan Baoyi woke up, a rotten smell penetrated the tip of his nose.

She covered her nose and sat up with difficulty.

He raised his eyes and looked around, the surroundings were dark, and his fingers could not be seen.

Head Liu disappeared, and the silence around her was almost weird. She could even hear her heartbeat clearly.

She staggered and stood up, staggering forward: "Husband?"

The faint voice echoed in the sinkhole.

Nan Baoyi frowned lightly and fumbled around: "Husband?"

My fingertips touched something soft.

She stretched out her hand and touched it carefully, and gradually touched her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. She was about a person who had been dead for many days. His face was rotten and swollen. With a little effort, her fingers collapsed.

Nan Baoyi withdrew her hand with lingering fear.

She fumbled around carefully.

dead……

dead……

What she touched by her hand, what she stepped on under her feet, are all tired bones!

Nan Baoyi stood there blankly.

At this moment, she was very clearly aware that the place where she stayed alone was a mine pit, and there were thousands of corpses around her!

The girl swallowed.

Boundless fear, like a black wave, rushes from all directions.

She fumbled in the dark, and as she walked forward, she shouted: "Husband... Husband!"

The soft voice echoed repeatedly in the sinkhole.

Those echoes gradually distorted, like thousands of ghosts waking up in the dark, laughing at her embarrassment and helplessness.

No one answered her.

Nan Baoyi felt chilly behind her, as if being stared at by a monster.

"Husband...Daddy!"

She picked up her skirt and ran forward desperately, but she couldn't shake off the fear in the dark anyway, until she hit the earth wall on the edge of the sinkhole.

The girl covered her bleeding forehead and curled up in pain.

She choked for a long time before finally slowing down, using her hands and feet to climb above the sinkhole.

The nails dig deeply into the soil.

She climbed upwards, but no matter how many times she climbed, she would roll down until her ten fingertips, elbows and knees were all bleeding and she still couldn't touch the edge of the sinkhole.

The boundless darkness, the boundless silence.

No one responded to her cry for help, she seemed to be forgotten by everyone.

She sat alone under the sinkhole, hugging her knees, facing thousands of corpses in the darkness, terrified.

...

Xiao Yi urged his horse and galloped all the way to Nanfu.

Xiao Si turned him away: "Our ancestors have spoken, and we are not allowed to—"

"roll!"

Xiao Yi kicked him away.

He strode into the threshold, his handsome face gloomy, and headed directly to Songhe Courtyard where the old lady lived.

Songheyuan.

The inner room was separated by a screen. Nan Guang was lying on a soft couch. The pain of losing his son made him unconscious. The government doctor was seeing him.

Outside the screen, the old lady sat in the upper seat, and the people in the second and third rooms were all there.

Nan Yan knelt on the futon, lowered her brows and pleasing her eyes, telling the story all the way.

The old lady held the cane's hand and tightened it bit by bit.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she choked up and asked: "You are back, why is my Jiaojiao'er not back?"

Yuchi Beichen sat on the armchair with Erlang's legs crossed.

He personally carried Nan Guang back, and he has now become a guest of the Nan family.

He answered, "Accordingly, sister Baoyi should have come back. Although the mine was chaotic at the time, she was always clever, and there is no sign of her now! Will she not die in the mine? "

Mrs. Nan almost didn't mention it in one breath.

Madam Ji hurriedly took care of her and comforted her: "The Fifth Girl is always a blessing, and the old lady should not worry. The old slave thought that the Fifth Girl was probably taken away by the Emperor Yong."

While talking, a little maid rushed in, pointed outside the door, and gasped: "Old lady...returned...returned!"

The old man stood up quickly.

She held Mother Ji's hand and walked quickly to the door.

Stepping out of the threshold, she looked far away eagerly.

However, only Xiao Yi could be seen.

She rubbed her teary eyes and quickly looked behind Xiao Yi.

Behind him is still empty.

Her Jiaojiao'er still didn't come back...

The old man's eyes turned black.

The heart hurts.

Her Jiaojiao, she was raised under her lap, and little by little her little granddaughter, who grew up, has been away from her for almost two years...

She missed her baby granddaughter.

She hasn't lived for a few years, so she wants to see her little granddaughter happy.

The mine that obviously went to the mine together, but the youngest and Nan Yan both returned, why hasn't her Jiaojiao come back yet...

Was it that she was not religious enough when she ate and chanted Buddha?

Or is it that the good deeds the Nan family has done over the years are not enough?

The old lady couldn't hold it anymore.

Amid the exclamation of the Nan family, she fainted in grief.

Xiao Yi looked at the frantic people.

He stood in the sun, but his whole body was cold.

Very clearly realized that Nan Jiaojiao had not returned.

He turned around and strode out of the house.

Riding the horse back to the mine, Jin Wuwei was cleaning the dead bodies and blood on the field.

The poinsettia in Daopao gauze crown, lying leisurely on the broad back of Qingniu, crossing Erlang's legs, resting his arms, covering his eyes with randomly picked leaves, enjoying the coolness under the big tree.

Xiao Yi urged the horse to come to him.

He said: "Thief Taoist priest."

The poinsettia shook Erlang's legs, and you swayed: "Who is calling?"

Xiao Yi stared at him.

The young Taoist priest in his thirties looked at the light and wind Jiyue, but his heart was black.

In the years when he was his master in Jinguan City, I have often tossed him.

After a long time, he finally reluctantly eased his attitude: "Master."

This claim obviously pleased the Taoist priest.

He immediately sat up and shook the leaves with a smile: "Good apprentice, what is it to call a teacher?"

"Master taught me the strategy of war and martial arts, but he never taught me how to gossip and ask fortune telling."

The poinsettia laughed with his palms: "Good boy, what's the good of learning that stuff? Peeking into the secrets is to lose your life, that stuff is not good, you can't learn it!"

Xiao Yifeng had scarlet eyes, and said every word: "I want to find Nan Jiaojiao..."

Without her, he could not live.

If you ask the heavens for a fortune teller, you can figure out where Nan Jiaojiao is, then even if the price is his lifespan, he will be happy.

Poinsettia's smile is a bit ugly.

He shook the leaves in his hand, squinted his eyes and asked, "Good boy, isn't it fun? Is power boring? Why do you have to be a woman?"

"I just want Nan Jiaojiao."

Xiao Yi solemnly said.

Poinsettia rolled her eyes.

He lay on the back of the cow again and lazily said, "I want a woman. I want a master, but there is one here. The little lady of the Nan family can play with you. Can't I play with you as a teacher? Can a teacher play better than her? More tricks."

Xiao Yi held the reins.

This thief Taoist clearly knew where Nan Jiaojiao was, but he refused to tell him life and death.

He licked his lips and suddenly said, "I went to Minjiang with Nan Jiaojiao, and met an old Taoist priest there. The old Taoist accepted her as a disciple and gave her the name "Jing Lian", and taught her to add Fu Lu, everything is auspicious' words.

"The old Taoist priest also told me that I should call Nan Jiao Jiao Xiao Jiao. I didn't understand the reason at the beginning, but now I understand. Master, Nan Jiao Jiao is your little junior sister. The sister was killed. Brother, can you die without saving?

"How about I write to the old Taoist priest and ask him to come over and judge?"

Poinsettia sat up suddenly.

The cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows was red, and he snapped: "What did you say?!"

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The number of words in this chapter is over, so I will draw 20 red envelopes for everyone