After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

It's midnight.

The monks went back to the meditation room, and the maids were sitting under the eaves, napping.

In the veranda, the hexagonal green leather lamp showed cold white light.

There are hills of nut shells piled up on the low table, and the cold wind blows through, and the red peanuts peeled off from the plate rolls into the night sky like a butterfly.

Nan Baoyi was full, lying on the desk, sleeping in a daze.

Xiao Yi quietly looked at the wooden lattice window.

A little warm yellow light behind the Korean paper reflects the dappled figure.

It can be vaguely seen that the curtains are hanging down on the side of the couch, and the young monk is sitting on the side of the couch, hugging the Emperor Ji who is gradually sleeping. want.

He sneered: "Six roots are not clean, what kind of monk?"

Nan Baoyi awakened.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, the saliva on the corner of her mouth was stained with a few petals of peanut red dress, and she looked around blankly: "Married? Who is going to marry? Di Ji can't marry!"

Xiao Yi bent his thin lips.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of the girl's mouth: "No one wants to marry."

Nan Baoyi breathed a sigh of relief and began to doze off again.

Xiao Yi hugged her: "Snow falls in the mountains. Sleeping here will catch the wind and chill. I will hold you back to the house."

He walked straight to the monastery where he rested.

Nan Baoyi was sleepy and fighting with eyelids, enjoying his care in peace.

When he stepped out of Xiao Qingyang's monastery, she suddenly opened her eyes.

its not right!

She and the second elder brother are no longer a couple, what did he do with her?

Look at the direction, or hug him in his room!

In the middle of the night, Buddhism!

This courageous courage!

She was nervous: "You you you—"

"Don't talk, or I will kiss you."

Xiao Yi calmly wrapped her cloak tightly.

Nan Baoyi quickly covered her mouth.

She stared at Xiao Yi, all the way from Xiao Qingyang's temple to his temple.

Xiao Yi crossed the green brick path planted with green cypresses and climbed up the stairs.

Jiuxi, who was standing by the corridor, quickly got up and saluted.

She glanced at Nan Baoyi, who was firmly in her arms by Xiao Yi, bowed her head and pushed open the door, and stepped aside respectfully: "Ten Yan has eaten up her stomach, so the humble duty will vigil for him."

Xiao Yi crossed the threshold.

The door of the house was closed from the outside.

Xiao Yi threw Nan Baoyi on the green bamboo couch: "Don't stare, your eyes will pop out."

Nan Baoyi sat up cross-legged.

Seeing Xiao Yi holding the booklet next to her pillow, she took it over and said: "If you don't hold me, can I stare at you? Your majesty, the majestic majesty, is like a disciple."

"Don't look—"

Xiao Yi reached for it.

Nan Baoyi has been opened.

She only glanced at it, and immediately returned it to him disgustingly: "You look at this kind of picture secretly by yourself! It's all about hiding in your own house and looking at it, you even took it outside!"

Xiao Yi closed the album.

The roots of the ears are reddish.

He sat next to Nan Baoyi and squeezed her face: "It was accidentally brought out in the dossier. It was not intentional. When I was young and vigorous, I never had a golden house in the house, nor did I go to the flower house. A hobby. If you don't show me a fire avoidance picture, am I still a man? Gu Chongshan, has seen this kind of thing secretly, right?"

Nan Baoyi could not help but cocked the corners of her mouth while tricking the quilt.

She knew that men and women are not the same.

The second elder brother said he wanted to guard her like a jade, and he loved her very much.

She thought, and yawned proudly: "I'm so sleepy, I need to sleep."

She rolled up the quilt and rolled to the side of the bed.

She almost sticks to the wall.

Xiao Yi Heyi lay down: "You don't have to be so far away from me. Although I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, I also respect monks' piousness. I won't do anything good on their territory."

The little girl ignored him.

He closed his eyes calmly.

It didn't take long before I felt something on my body.

He opened his eyes.

The little girl leaned forward, carefully covering him with half a silk quilt.

She raised her eyes to look at him, and got back into the bed like a rabbit.

Xiao Yi touched the quilt and smiled more with thin lips.

Nan Baoyi hid in the dark bed.

She opened her eyes and listened to the steady breathing behind her, and suddenly there were more tears.

The second brother really loves her.

It would be great if she was not mutilated.

If she is not incomplete, and when she gets the dossier and the family is rated as a high-grade noble, she can stand beside him with pride and a clear conscience as a noble girl.

If she is not mutilated, she is not inferior to any Chang'an family girl.

If she is not mutilated, she is worthy of him.

The long-lost inferiority complex came quietly in the silent night. The girl hid in the darkness, wiping away the tears of runaway with the back of her hand alone.

He couldn't ask for it, how could she get what she wanted?

The meditation room is quiet, and you can hear the sound of falling snow in the mountains.

But Xiao Yi could not hear the sound of snow.

He only heard the girl's struggling sobs.

Heart-piercing, destroying the heart and liver.

He could feel that she was holding onto the quilt, because she was too depressed, and her whole body was trembling, for fear that she would be heard by him.

He turned over in silence, grabbed Nan Baoyi's waist, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

The wind and snow raged outside the house.

Nan Baoyi was held by him, because she knew that when dawn came tomorrow, she would still be forced to alienate him.

She couldn't bear the second brother.

...

The next day.

The bells of the mountain temple were sounding.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, the person next to her pillow had disappeared.

She cleaned herself up, walked out of the meditation room, and saw Zhou Lingshu and Tang Xiao wearing monk robes that she didn't know where they got, sitting side by side under the eaves holding tea, enjoying the snow.

She was curious: "Where is your Royal Highness?"

Tang Xiao kept his eyes open: "Go down the mountain to handle the case."

Nan Baoyi glanced around, but didn't see Jiuxi.

She said: "Where is Jiu Xi?"

Zhou Lingshu calmly said: "Followed down the mountain."

Nan Baoyi said "Oh", feeling strange in her heart.

Seeing that these two people were weird again, she couldn't help saying: "What are you doing here?"

"Participate in Zen."

The two said in unison.

Nan Baoyi pursed her small mouth.

Zen Zen...

It is strange that these embroidered pillows can participate in Zen.

She moved Zhang Xiudun and sat next to them: "I will join you in meditation. Recently, I always feel frizzy in my heart. It is good to be calm for a while."

So the three of them held hot tea and watched Luoxue quietly.

After a quarter of an hour.

Nan Baoyi took the lead to look back, drank the cooling tea, and said, "It's boring."

Yes, she is the third embroidered pillow.

Zhou Lingshu and Tang Xiao followed back and rubbed their sore eyes, "We also find it strange and boring."

Nan Baoyi remembered something and asked, "By the way, what case did you do when you came to the Wanguo Temple?"

Tang Xiao said: "In the villages and towns near Chang'an city, there are cases of missing newlyweds every year. For ten consecutive years, as many as 70 or 80 missing newlyweds have become the first outstanding case that has caused a sensation in Chang'an.

"It hasn't happened this year. Just when everyone thought that the murderer might wash his hands in a golden basin, a case happened near the Wanguo Temple half a month ago. The newlyweds were sitting in a boudoir waiting for their husband-in-law to welcome their relatives, but suddenly disappeared.

"In the past ten years, no clue to solve the case has been found in the past Si Li, so someone who believes in ghosts and gods called the disappearance of the newlyweds-the mountain **** marries."