After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Full of tender and sweet fragrance.

The young girl's cry, like a handful of ice and snow, melted the desire aroused by the green apricot spirit.

This kind of realism is never seen in dreams.

Nan Chengyi squinted his eyes and suddenly became sober.

Very clearly realized that this is not a dream.

With a guilty conscience, she glanced at the girl who was strongly pressed by him on the green bamboo woven mat, her pretty face flushed, and Dan Feng's eyes were full of water, she looked like she had been bullied.

The young man's heart seemed to be eaten by thousands of ants, and the desire to ask but not to dream, urged him to take her.

but……

Can't do it anymore.

She already has a fiance.

If he robs her of her innocence, she will be rejected by her husband if she gets married in the future?

He doesn't want to be a villain.

Unspeakable loss filled my heart.

Nan Chengyi closed his eyes and pretended to fall drunk.

Xiao Qingyang held his red robe and sat up with a blushing face.

She stared at the boy who seemed to be intoxicated, and bit her lower lip gently.

"lecher……"

She whispered.

But in Dan Feng's eyes, there was no anger.

The green hills are heavy, and a round of golden crows is falling from the heights of the mountains.

The official road is winding.

Teenage girls ride horses side by side, walking leisurely towards the sunset.

The girl in red robe hunted, raised her whip and pointed to the front: "Climbing over these mountains is the southern border. I heard that there was a severe drought and many refugees were displaced. Nan Chengyi, can we go there to fight for justice?"

The young man was holding a sword with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

He glanced at the girl's white tender and glamorous profile, and said lazily: "Whatever."

"You are so disgusting."

"I'm obsessed with you, why did I make you angry again?" Nan Chengyi was unhappy, "By the way, why don't you wear the red bean golden hairpin I gave you?"

"dislike!"

"I don't like the pearl you gave me either. I plan to use it as a drink."

"you dare!"

On the official road, the horseshoe raised billowing dust.

The girl rides a horse, chasing the boy violently.

Golden Uzi pendant.

At that time, only Tao was commonplace.

...

The midwinter is bitter and the night is filled.

There are thousands of lights in the Jiuzhong Palace, and the lights in the veranda are like a dragon, winding towards the Yikun Palace.

The sleeping hall.

Shen Jiang was wearing a snow-white shirt, sitting in front of the makeup mirror, slowly removing the eardrops.

The face in the Linghua bronze mirror is cold and dignified.

She raised her hand to stroke the end of her eye.

The stubbornness in Qingyang's eyes is exactly the same as when she was young...

The female officer came in and knelt down respectfully, her voice trembling slightly: "Qi Niang Niang, there is news from outside the palace, Qingyang Emperor Ji and Nan Chengyi were buried in the flames of Wanguo Temple together."

Shen Jiang was expressionless.

The tail fingers wearing dark gold armor shook uncontrollably.

For a long time, she faintly said "Uh".

She cast down her eyes and removed the six scallions of golden armor.

Yubai's hand stroked the brocade box on the makeup mirror, and she gently opened it. The brocade box was covered with dark red goose down, and a sharp and precious sword lay quietly in it.

The female officer whispered: "The wedding gift that the empress prepared for Qingyang Emperor Ji, I am afraid that it will not be given away. The empress obviously cares about Emperor Ji, but why do you—"

Receiving the cold eyes in the bronze mirror, the female officer lowered her head tremblingly: "The slave and maidservant are talking too much."

Shen Jiang closed the brocade box.

After a long silence, she said: "Send this brocade box to her grave."

"Here."

Shen Jiang got up and stepped out of the bedroom barefoot.

She stood under the eaves of the palace, looking up at the sky.

The full moon is like a wheel.

The cold wind blew her wide sleeves and middle skirt upside down, and her beautiful Danfeng eyes appeared a little dazed.

She closed her eyes.

The slender eyelashes quivered in the cold wind.

When I opened it again, the dark pupils were bottomless and without emotion.

She whispered: "This palace is correct. For twenty years of drinking ice, this palace wants him to taste the taste of life is better than death. This palace wants to subvert his dynasty!"

...

When I woke up in the morning, Nan Baoyi saw the mansion covered with white silk.

The white lantern swayed in the cold wind, and there was a faint cry of sadness from the second room.

She rubbed the dark circles of her eyes.

Aftertaste came out holding the cloak and whispered softly: "You haven't slept all night, and today you have to rush to Guangen Temple to participate in the interrogation. It is really hard."

She carefully tied the cloak to Nan Baoyi.

Xi Guang faintly.

The girl wears a black embroidered dragon head fish pattern official gown and leather belt military boots. Her tall figure makes her look very tall and thin. The black ribbon binds the tall ponytail, and a white silk flower is tied to the ponytail to lighten her. A sense of killing.

She closed her cloak and said, "Go to Yongwang Mansion, take Ah Weak to our mansion, and you will take care of it yourself. The second brother is in jail, and he stays alone in the mansion. Suffer a lot."

The aftertaste nodded: "The slave maid took it down."

The cold wind blew off a few plum blossoms.

Across the high wall, Nan Baoyi faintly heard the cry of her second aunt.

The most painful thing in the world is about white-haired people giving black-haired people away?

She resisted the tears and resolutely set foot on the road to Guangen Temple.

Guangen Temple is located in the southwest corner of the imperial city. It is called a temple. It is actually a dark tower dedicated to imprisoning recidivists.

On the right side of Guangen Temple is the Jinwu Guarding Office and on the left is the Colosseum.

There are many gambling shops in the streets nearby, and most of the dwellings inhabited by desperadoes who lick the blood with the tip of a knife.

Nan Baoyi turned over and got off his horse, and handed the reins to the little servant.

She looked at the plaque with gold characters on the black background. The three regular scripts of "Guangen Temple" were like iron paintings and silver hooks, which were extremely solemn.

She took a deep breath and stepped in.

In the public hall, sits the little Langjun in white clothes Shengxue.

Shen Yichao flipped through the dossier, heard footsteps, raised his head to see her, and said lightly: "My father was in a physical condition today, and I will interrogate Xiao Daoyan on his behalf. Taishi Wei and Pei Shangshuling have not arrived, you sit first."

Nan Baoyi expressionlessly asked, "Where is he?"

Shen Yichao looked down and continued to look through the file: "I will see it later, what's anxious? Today, the four parties are arraigned. If three parties sentence him to death, then it is the death penalty. If there are only two parties, then they can be dealt with leniently-- "

Nan Baoyi grabbed him by the collar.

She hasn't slept all night, and her eyes are covered with blood.

She gritted her teeth and whispered: "Think about how he treated you when he was in Jinguan City!"

There was a commotion outside.

It was Taishi Wei and Pei Shangshu who made it.

Nan Baoyi let go of Shen Yichao, and took a deep look at him before sitting back in his place.

Shen Yichao straightened his clothes indifferently.

After seated, Taishi Wei, Pei Shang Shuling and Shen Yichao greeted each other, and completely dried Nan Baoyi next to them.

The officials who came out of the poor family were still female officials, so they were naturally unworthy to speak to them.

Nan Baoyi waited impatiently, and knocked on the dark table: "My sirs, you don't have to discuss it here, right?"

Teacher and student Wei Tai had a big belly, looked at her with a smile, and announced the beginning of the interrogation.

The jailer escorted people through the dark corridor, and the sound of iron chains dragged from far to near.

Nan Baoyi stared at the entrance nervously.

She squeezed her white fists tightly, her fingernails pinched out the small crescents in her palms.

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