After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi hurried to the outside of Chang'an in a carriage.

The highest peak in Xixiuling of Lishan Mountain, the Fenghuo Tower soars into the clouds, and the wall against foreign invaders connects countless undulating mountains, winding towards the end of the sky.

With the posture of a lofty king, they watched foreign races abroad and guarded the territory of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

At this time, the beacon tower was full of smoke and smoke, relaying the war to the local princes, summoning them to rush into the king of Chang'an with thousands of troops.

Nan Baoyi helped Xiao Yi's hand to jump out of the carriage.

There were troops on all sides, and the elders of families from all over the world looked at each other and asked each other in a low voice, not understanding what had happened.

Nan Baoyi raised her head.

On the beacon tower, the prince of the wind **** stands tall by the wind.

He wears a bright yellow four-claw prince uniform, a golden crown, and a magnificent appearance.

It is Xiao Zizhong.

Holding a torch in his hand, he smiled and looked down at the gathering of thousands of troops and horses, and looked at the official road in the distance from time to time, as if he was expecting more soldiers and horses to come.

Nan Baoyi whispered anxiously: "Second brother, what is he doing? It's a capital crime to light a beacon privately! Before he officially canonized the prince, he took the lead in putting on the dragon robe, which is an overstepping!"

Xiao Yi's eyes were deep.

He stared at Xiao Zizhong for a long time, and said in a low voice, "If I guessed correctly, Wen Zhining committed suicide yesterday. Xiao Zizhong, he is doing the last fight."

"Sister Wen is dead?!" Nan Baoyi instantly paled, "But, but..."

Scenes of Shang Yuan Ye passed by one after another.

Nan Baoyi asked herself, if she was Wen Zhining, no one in her family survived, and she hated the wrong person, and used thunder to make trouble in the city, killing many innocent people, perhaps she would choose not to live anymore.

She beat her head and said dejectedly: "I was wrong. If I send someone to find Wen's sister after Yuanye, I might be able to prevent her from committing suicide..."

Xiao Yi looked at her.

The little girl was full of guilt.

He held her hand and consoled her earnestly: "Nan Jiaojiao has done a good job. Wen Zhining chose this path by herself, no wonder. The Wen family is full of vigor, and it is pain for her to live alone."

Nan Baoyi cast his eyes down.

She remembered the scene when she first saw Wen Zhining.

The girl was thin and petite, but she was so stubborn that she knelt on the ground when she saw her, her back stood up and said that the Wen family was innocent, and begged her to reverse the case for the Wen family...

If, if at that time she was willing to agree to her, would everything be different afterwards?

Nan Baoyi bit her lip and leaned sadly in Xiao Yi's arms.

There are overwhelming sound of horse hooves from the official road.

Nan Baoyi looked over.

Shen Yijue led tens of thousands of Jin Wuwei to come, his handsome face was dignified and hideous, and he shouted, "Xiao Zizhong, are you crazy?! Do you know what you are doing?!"

On the beacon.

Xiao Zi raised his eyes to admire the raging smoke in the mountains and rivers, and smiled: "I know it alone. Now the court is in chaos, the treacherous ministers are in charge, the women are in politics, and the lonely light beacon is to seek support from the family to defend the mountains and rivers..."

He looked down at those ignorant families and princes, and said loudly: "The Shen family is rebellious, and Empress Shen intends to usurp the throne. I am the prince Da Yong, and I want you to kill all her 100,000 Jin Wuwei and take control of Chang'an again! Who can kill him? Shen Yijue’s first-level, lonely gift to thousands of households, rewards thousands of gold!"

The family and the princes looked at each other.

The Shen family is very powerful, and even many of them have been blessed by the Shen family.

Ask them to fight against the Shen family...

It is impossible.

Xiao Zizhong put on his armor calmly.

He drew out his long sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone present, as long as I am the loyal minister of the Xiao family, please go out with the lone and destroy the Shen family with the lone. Keep the mountains and rivers safe, and bless the world!"

The army of hundreds of thousands of princes stood still.

They looked at Xiao Zizhong quietly, with pity, helplessness and sarcasm in their eyes.

The young prince shouted, and lonely jumped off the beacon tower.

He rode a steed, held a long sword high, and struck Shen Yijue with the momentum of thunder.

The silver armor reflects the bitter cold light at the end of winter, and there is a deep hatred hidden in his eyes, as if he wished to have the flesh and blood of the Shen family!

"As long as the loyal minister of the Xiao family, please go out with the lone!"

The teenager shouted again while galloping.

But no one responded to him.

The army was silent, not even pretending to be an assist.

Shen Yijue looked at the boy who attacked him.

The young man's eyebrows were beautiful and beautiful, like the gentle and jade prince.

He raised his hand and touched the scar under his left eye.

Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly lost the courage to hold a knife.

Once saw the crown prince crouching on the bank of the Weishui River with his own eyes, would he still force his other brother to death?

Is the aunt in power right or wrong?

Seeing that he had no response, the young general under his hand quickly ordered: "Capture the third prince alive!"

Jin Wuwei gushes out like a tide.

Xiao Zizhong rode solo, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, with a posture of loneliness but never looking back, resolutely rushed into the tens of thousands of gold guards!

The blades meet.

The young prince ran rampage in a barrel-like army, fighting alone.

He is like a crazy sleepy beast.

Nan Baoyi glanced at Xiao Yi, seeing his calm expression, couldn't help but glance again.

Xiao Yi said indifferently: "Don't look at me, I can't save him. People who are dead in their hearts live are just a shell, and no one can save him."

Nan Baoyi bit her lip.

She looked at Xiao Zizhong again.

He killed fiercely, attacked all the way, and didn't care whether he would be injured, he really fought with a mortal heart.

Even if Jin Wuwei didn't want to take his life, but at the end of the battle, Xiao Zizhong was still seriously injured and dying.

The steed died in battle.

The young prince rolled off his horse in embarrassment, knelt on one knee with a long knife, his handsome face was stained with blood, and his armor was broken.

He raised Dan Feng's eyes, panting, and staring at the Jin Wuwei who looked like an iron bucket in all directions.

Blood poured out from the wounds all over his body.

He lost too much blood and he couldn't live anymore.

He chuckled and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The clouds were broken and the winter sun was bleak.

His childhood sweetheart has turned into a star in the sky.

Xiao Zizhong suddenly looked at Xiao Yi in the distance.

He laughed at himself in a low voice: "She gave me life, even if she stands in front of me, I am afraid I can't get the knife, I'm really useless...

"Brother Erhuang, the most regrettable thing in my life is that I haven't had time to drink with you. The four of us have never met before. Brother Erhuang, I will take one step ahead... In the next life, I will be your brother again. ..."

He sighed and slowly fell to the ground on his back.

The cold wind is everywhere.

A plum blossom by the beacon trembling lightly shook off the stubborn snow, and a few round petals floated down and fell gently on the young man's shoulders.

In a trance, the plum blossom seemed to transform into someone's soul.

She wears a snow-white upper skirt with a green radish skirt, and two plum blossoms on the hairpin on the cloud bun. She stretches out her hand to him with a smile and gently calls his name: "Zi Zhong, Zi Zhong, let's go home."

It was the cold and stubborn little Wen girl.

Xiao Zi stared at Void, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Ning'er..."