After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The cold wind blew, and the snow on the branches of plum blossoms fell on the corridor, making the place more silent.

Shen Yichao was angered.

He held the smoky hand: "I just want to make up for you!"

Han Yanliang's eyes drooped, the smile on his lips disappeared a little bit.

She lifted Shen Yichao's finger and said lightly: "Not to mention that I don't want to be an outside room for others. Even if I am willing, if I just call her, you will be afraid of this. If she knows my existence in the future, you Can you protect me?"

Shen Yi's handsome face showed a dignified look: "I will try to protect you. At least, at least I won't call you a whip again."

Han Yanliang laughed slowly.

Her smile is very kind, without any taste of sarcasm and contempt.

After smiling, she tilted her head to help Shen Yichao to straighten the jade hairpin.

She warmly said: "Shen Xiaolang, you are strategizing, you are brilliant. But in terms of human relationships, you are still just a child. Thank you for staying with me for two years. In the future, you will go on with Wei Chuchu. Don't regret it. , And don’t look back. I wish you a high-grade honor when you give Hou Baixiang."

She rarely speaks so softly.

Like the big sister, the younger brother who is about to marry the bride.

There was a panic in Shen Yichao's heart.

He felt that something was quietly breaking between him and Han Yanliang.

It's like covering water, irreparable.

He clasped Han Yanliang's hand again, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and Jun's face showed a little begging: "Smoke is cool..."

"Let go."

Han Yanliang has a firm attitude.

Shen Yichao breathed hard.

The beauty in front of her is indifferent and indifferent.

It made him realize how humblely he was now.

The arrogance of the family in his bones quietly made trouble, he sullen his face, and finally let go of his hand slowly.

He stepped back two steps.

He narrowed his eyebrows, made a bow to Han Yanliang, and turned away desperately.

Nan Baoyi watched him go away before walking to Han Yanliang's side.

Boss Han's face was pale, his eyes were full of gloom, and he reached out to the corridor.

The cold wind blew the snow hail on her palm.

With the temperature of the palm of the hand, those snow hail quietly turned into nothingness water stains.

The sadness in Boss Han's eyes also disappeared as the snowflakes melted.

About to be relieved.

Nan Baoyi took out the handkerchief, carefully wiped the palms of Han Yanliang, and whispered: "Since you have decided to break with Shen Yichao, what are you still doing in Shen Mansion? Shen Yiju is rigorous, and you want to listen to him. The news is too difficult."

Han Yanliang smiled and squeezed her face: "Have you heard all those words?"

"Well. It's not worth it for you."

"It was you who liked me. There is nothing worth saying." Han Yanliang looked at the scenery outside the gallery, "Under Shen Jiang's hands, there are three hundred thousand gold guards. One hundred thousand are stationed in the imperial city, and 200,000 are stationed in the city. Besides. I want to steal Jin Wuwei's call token from Shen Yijue."

"In case of being discovered..."

"Dying for the Xiao family is no regrets."

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After the birthday banquet, a female official came to the palace.

It was the female officer next to Shen Jiang, who invited Nan Baoyi into the palace.

Nan Baoyi seriously bid farewell to Zhen Guogong and his wife, and then stepped out of Guogong's mansion calmly.

Shiku drove the carriage and waited across the street. There was a thin layer of snow on the hexagonal lantern under the eaves of the car. He waited for her for a long time.

Shiku waved his horse whip and greeted: "Nantah!"

Nan Baoyi looked at the gloomy sky with heavy snow falling.

It's better to take a carriage into the palace if the snow is so big.

She boarded the carriage: "Are you here to pick me up?"

"Seeing that the weather is bad, the lord is afraid that you might catch the cold while riding a horse, so he specifically ordered the humble servant to drive a carriage."

Ten bitter smiles, open the bamboo curtain respectfully.

Nan Baoyi bent over and entered.

The car is spacious and exquisite, with a small warm stove, expensive wool woven gold blankets on the floor, small couches, low tables, tea and other things.

The slender young man was turning his book by the window.

He wears a coarse cloth and short brown, his collar is wide open, showing strong chest muscles, his cuffs are half rolled, and the muscles on his arms are exceptionally strong.

Chain shackles were buckled on his ankles, and the abraded wound was crusted.

Obviously embarrassed, but his bones and lines are still smooth and beautiful, although he has lost a bit of the exquisiteness of his youth, years have added a touch of wind and grace to him, like a blazing sun, which is not tempered by aristocratic children. The beauty.

Hearing the movement, he closed the scroll and stretched out his hand towards Nan Baoyi: "Is the princess okay?"

"Very good, and I lost my temper with the **** in the palace."

Nan Baoyi put his hand in his palm, and he held his entire body in his arms.

He looked at Nan Baoyi and saw that she was wearing military boots, and couldn't help laughing: "Jiaojiao is now more of a powerful minister."

He kissed the girl's cheek: "Thank you."

Nan Baoyi glanced at him and dropped it on the short case.

It's the art of war again...

The carriage started slowly and drove towards the palace.

Nan Baoyi said briefly and concisely about the affairs of the town government office, and leaned against Xiao Yi's shoulder unhappily: "Empress Shen called me into the palace. It must be the Zhao family who blew the ears. She asked me to settle the account. Second brother, I feel refreshed when hitting people, but when I clean up the mess, I feel very unhappy."

Xiao Yi brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, her fingertips lingering on her soft, white face.

He said: "The disaster will lead to the east."

"Where to lead?"

"Zhao Family."

"Second brother, I don't understand."

Xiao Yi was extremely patient, lowered her voice, and taught her little by little how to deal with Empress Shen.

After half an hour, the carriage finally reached the palace.

Nan Baoyi stepped into Yikun Palace alone.

The bead curtain is hanging down, the bedroom is silent, and the Zhao family has probably left.

Empress Shen was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, slowly combing her lacquer hair like a cloud.

She handed over: "Please peace to the empress."

Empress Shen curled her eyebrows: "In your eyes, there is this lady in this palace?"

"Weichen knows that Taiwei Zhao must have sued Niang Niang. But Niangniang, Zhao Wu intends to belittle my sister. He was injured and imprisoned because he deserved the crime. In the eyes of Weichen, all men who bully women are guilty!"

The movement of Empress Shen combing her hair gave a slight pause.

She peeped at Nan Baoyi from the mirror.

The girl is neither humble nor overbearing, and her eyes are firm.

I don't know what was thinking, her eyes flashed complicatedly.

Her tone eased a little: "Emperor Zhao wants you to release Zhao Wu from prison, and bring Nan Baozhu to the door in person, and apologize to them. Can it be done?"

"Qizi Niangniang, Weichen can't."

"presumptuous!"

The ivory comb was thrown heavily on the ground, spreading numerous cracks.

Nan Baoyi knelt on the ground, picked up the ivory comb, and presented it to Shen Jiang with both hands: "Weichen and sister are not wrong, it is Zhao Wu's fault. Weichen would rather die than come to apologize!"

Shen Jiang got up, put on a large phoenix skirt, and stood in front of her condescendingly.

She was impatient: "Don't trouble this palace."

Nan Baoyi is stubborn: "In the eyes of the empress, the ministers are not as important as the Zhao family, are they? But if the Zhao family does not have the power of 100,000 soldiers in the north, what are they? If the empress is the empress, it will be fine. The land will take away the military power of the Zhao family, and even the military power of all aristocratic families! You don’t have to be angry with them!

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Good night