After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi ignored the compliments of those in the hall.

She went straight back to Chaowenyuan.

The aftertaste greeted her, removed the fox fur cloak for her, and whispered softly: "Two old masters have arrived in the office, waiting for you in the study."

The stove was burning in the study.

The two old masters are both in their 40s and 50s, and they are eating tea.

Seeing Nan Baoyi coming in, they quickly got up and saluted.

Nan Baoyi said lightly, "What's the matter?"

One person respectfully said: "The palace passed the decree. King Yong and Emperor Ji have tried to rebel, and they have now arrested King Yong and put them in jail. The empress empress means that this matter is very involved. Dazai, Pei Shang Shuling, and our Sili Yamen will jointly examine King Yong."

Nan Baoyi is seated.

She opened the carved window and watched the falling snow in the garden, her small face indistinct from happiness and anger.

The second elder brother and Di Ji really planned, they took all the charges, but left her only hope and let her mediate outside.

They are not afraid of her doing well?

Asked her to participate in the trial as Si Li, how could she be so cruel to try him?

In case there is a mistake...

They were sacrificed in vain.

Nan Baoyi was both angry and sad.

The two old owners looked at each other.

They bowed their hands again: "My lord?"

"I see." Nan Baoyi was impatient.

After the two master books left, Nan Baoyi opened the book in annoyance.

For a while, I wondered whether my second brother would be punished in prison, and for a while I wondered whether Di Ji arrived safely at the Wanguo Temple.

After thinking about it, she closed the scroll again and decided to take a trip to the Wanguo Temple.

...

Temple of All Nations.

The Zen room is quiet.

A bottle of plum blossoms was placed under the pane, with branches slanting horizontally, adding to the winter charm.

Xiao Qingyang woke up in the green tent.

She sat up and saw that her wound had been carefully bandaged, and the meditation room was filled with shallow Buddha incense, but the man was nowhere to be seen.

She stayed in a hurry, ignoring her shoes and combing her hair, and turned around the temple hall along the veranda, holding a sigh of relief, anxiously looking for Nan Chengyi.

"Brother Nanjia..."

The girl's wound broke and she fell to the snow in embarrassment.

A paper umbrella leaned over her head.

Xiao Qingyang looked back slowly.

The young monk, wearing a crow-blue monk robe and holding a white paper umbrella, looks like a jade from a pine mountain, staring at her quietly.

She muttered: "You really can't bear to make me wronged."

Nan Chengyi was silent.

The girl in the snow, her skirts spread out, her ankles exposed red with cold.

The bandaged wound burst open, and the new dress was dyed red.

He put down the paper umbrella, bent down, and patiently hugged Xiao Qingyang.

He whispered: "Just go to the kitchen to cook, why do you chase it out?"

Xiao Qingyang took his neck.

She stared at his smooth and graceful jaw, and whispered, "I am running away from marriage today to see you. Nan Chengyi, I like you and want to marry you. I liked it when I first saw it, and I liked it even more...

"When you were in southern Xinjiang, you saw me so filthy, but you didn't dislike it at all. You hugged my corpse and asked for help, you put down the dignity of the young ranger, you cried and begged the Gu Master that you looked down upon before, You gave me your heart..."

Xiao Qingyang raised his hand and gently stroked Nan Chengyi's cheek.

Her eyes were red, and tears were shining: "Brother Nanjia, in this life, I will never meet a man who loves me with life and dignity like you."

Nan Chengyi hugged her.

His arms are strong and strong, but his hands cannot stop shaking.

She knows...

He was so painstakingly concealed from her, she actually knew.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to bear the guilt.

Xiao Qingyang, she is such a proud emperor, how can he bear to remind her of those sordid and dirty past?

The Emperor Ji he admired should live in the world spite and willful.

He would rather use his own death in exchange for her happiness for the rest of her life, to marry the family prince well, to enjoy the glory and wealth, and stop thinking about him, the thin lover who meets peacefully.

He stepped into the threshold of the meditation room and gently placed the **** the bamboo couch.

He brushed away the broken hair between the girl's forehead, and said dumbly: "I'm sorry..."

Xiao Qingyang shook his head.

I was about to talk, but a series of murmurs came from my stomach.

Her pretty face flushed: "I, I'm a little hungry."

Nan Chengyi smiled and thoughtfully brought the enamel bowl.

The bowl is filled with thin white noodles, emitting a faint green onion fragrance, which is extremely attractive.

Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing: "In those years when you were studying abroad, every time it was your turn to cook, you would only cook noodles. Today I come to see you, and you cook noodles for me..."

Nan Chengyi sat on the couch, using green bamboo chopsticks to turn out a poached egg under the noodles.

He said warmly: "There is no meat in the temple. I found a wild egg from the nest in the back mountain. Try it?"

Xiao Qingyang opened his mouth: "Then you feed me."

"How old is it, still childish."

Nan Chengyi smiled, but still fed her eggs.

Xiao Qingyang ate contentedly, a pair of Danfeng eyes staring at Nan Chengyi.

Nan Chengyi raised his eyebrows: "I have been watching what I do? But I think I dress up as a monk more handsome than when I was a ranger? No wonder you love me so much."

"Bah, as shameless as before."

Xiao Qingyang was out of anger.

After eating two bites of eggs, she couldn't help coughing violently.

The blood stained the handkerchief.

She can't eat anymore.

She had a pale face, leaning in Nan Chengyi's arms, and whispered: "I'm just afraid of the joy now, just a mirrored fantasy. I'm afraid I will not see you when I close my eyes."

Nan Chengyi lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair seriously.

His brows were gentle: "This time, I will never leave you again."

At the foot of the mountain.

Wei Shaoqian, dressed in joyful clothes, rode on horseback expressionlessly.

The red silk headband fluttered in the cold wind.

Lang Jun has a shady face, and his eyes are full of jealousy.

Behind him is the Wei family's army in neat rows.

They surrounded the foothills of Wanguo Temple and poured heavy fire oil into the woods.

Wei Shaoqian said in a deep voice: "Monk Xuandu ignored the Buddhist precepts and hooked up with Emperor Ji. The crime is not to be blamed. Set the mountain on fire and force me out of this couple of dogs and men!"

With an order, the fire burst into the sky.

Hundreds of years of pine and cypresses and ancient trees burned, and the animals fled to other hills. The fire spread to the mountain temple, and flew flocks of elegant birds.

Wei Shaoqian stared at the direction of the mountain gate.

He deliberately poured something to avoid fire on the bluestone steps. As long as she comes out, she will be fine...

His hands were worn to blood by the reins, and even the reins were stained red with blood.

The man's eyes were red.

As long as she comes out...

As long as she looks back...

he……

Still willing to marry her.

...

The Daxiong Hall is towering and strict.

The lotus palace lantern hung high, and light golden light and shadow spread all over the hall.

The golden Buddha is tilted slightly, looking down at the men and women in the temple with kind eyebrows.

Di Ji's makeup was exquisite, but she couldn't hide her pale and blood loss.

The famous monk removed his robes, and his brocade robe made him handsome.

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No late ducks today