After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The plum petals of Xixiuling are blooming.

It is early spring, but the suburbs of Chang'an are like a sea of ​​fragrant snow.

Nan Baoyi stretched out her hand and stared at the plum petals falling from her palms, sniffing the sweet smell of it lightly, and her nose was a bit sour.

Emperor Qingyang, the third highness, the Wen sisters, the crown prince...

When will this power game end?

How many people will die?

She turned around and threw herself into Xiao Yi's arms: "Second brother, I am afraid."

Between the words, there was a little choking.

She was afraid that she and her second brother would die unfavorably, and that her family would be persecuted by Empress Shen.

It turns out that the court game is not a trick.

The struggle for power will shed blood and will lose lives.

Xiao Yi stroked her head, kissed her forehead in silence, and whispered: "The ten southwestern counties are my territory and my army is stationed. If Jiaojiao is afraid..."

The war in the previous life, so why not do it again?

Nan Baoyi raised his head and seriously covered his mouth.

The young girl's Danfeng had clear eyes, shining with a strange brilliance.

She didn't want to see the second brother with such corpses all over the world and with blood on his hands.

She is not sure whether karma really exists in the world, but she would rather believe it if it is not. She wants her second brother to be clean in this life, even if she does not qualify for the throne, she must become a famous minister who is respected by thousands of people in history.

She bent Danfeng's eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not terribly scared, I'm just joking with you."

Xiao Yi touched her face silently.

In my heart, a certain decision was made quietly.

At this moment, a fast-riding horse suddenly galloped.

Shen Yichao held the reins and stopped in the middle of the army.

He glanced at the young man in the pool of blood, and said loudly: "Chan Niangniang said that the three princes lit a beacon to summon soldiers and horses in order to rebel, and ordered Jin Wuwei to arrest him in a prison for interrogation."

However, the boy has long lost his breath.

Shen Yichao didn't struggle with Xiao Zizhong's affairs.

He looked at the aristocratic families and princes around and said: "The empress is grateful to all of you for the hard work of entering Beijing. She has already prepared a sumptuous banquet in the palace. Please enter the palace to rest for a while. When you are full, you can return to the fief. ."

The aristocratic families looked at each other and said yes with a smile.

The family chief and the princes entered the palace together, a large number of local troops began to evacuate further away, and Jin Wuwei also left under the leadership of the Shen family brothers.

Nan Baoyi and Xiao Yi found Wen Zhining's grave under Xixiuling.

The tomb is located under an old plum tree. It is simple but clean, written by Xiao Zizhong, and the tombstone is also engraved with the words "My Wife Zhining".

The two buried Xiao Zizhong next to Wen Zhining's grave.

Nan Baoyi solemnly swept away the petals, with butterfly-like eyelashes hanging down, and whispered: "During the first seven days, bring Ah Weiu to worship, okay?"

Xiao Yi stood in front of his grave.

After a long silence, he nodded: "Okay."

When riding the carriage back to Nanfu, Nan Baoyi leaned against Xiao Yi's arms and said with closed eyes: "Second brother, there are actually a few doubts I haven't figured out. Wen Zhining is not a murderer of innocent people. Explosives are buried in the city."

Xiao Yi explained indifferently: "Tianshu reported that the person who buried the explosives was Wei Shaoqian. That servant has always been devoid of conscience, and he has been insane since he defeated Qingyang. It is not unusual to do such a thing."

"So it was him..."

Nan Baoyi was quite speechless.

She said again, "Shang Yuanye, those assassins who pretended to be actors were actually private soldiers raised by the Wen family back then? After the Wen family was stolen, they were exiled to northern Xinjiang by Empress Shen as frontier coolies.

"It's just that I don't understand, Wen Zhining's mere women, even if they unite with the poor, they probably won't have the ability to rescue them back to Chang'an. They can be rescued quietly and arranged for them to pretend to be actors and make trouble on the night of Shangyuan. who?"

Xiao Yi flexed his fingers and slowly tapped the short case.

A vague figure appeared in his mind.

He furrowed his brows and his expression was not very good.

Nan Baoyi didn't notice his expression.

She sat upright and poured a cup of hot almond tea: "I met Ji Zhenzhen on the street that night before the accident, and she reminded me to be careful. Now that she wants to come, she married Zhao Qing, who was the one who led the trouble in the first place. Scholar, I’ve seen him outside Sili’s Yamen. She reminded me that I should come to her to thank her personally. Talk to Zhao Qing again to see if we can bring him to our camp."

Although the poor family is not as good as the noble family, the scholars in the poor family are worthy of wining.

Xiao Yi was immersed in his thoughts and only agreed with a few words casually.

Nan Baoyi is an activist.

In the early morning of the second day, she prepared a generous gift and went to visit Ji Zhenzhen at Mengshan Academy.

Before the first month, there were very few people in the academy.

Passing through the courtyard planted with rugged ancient pine, she climbed the steps, but saw that the maids and servants in the former college were missing. There was a lot of dust accumulated in the carved veranda, and they were not taken care of.

The big red 囍 word posted at the wedding was curled up by the cold wind, and the red silk hanging under the porch crookedly fell to the ground, giving birth to a sense of desolation after the excitement.

Nan Baoyi frowned and knocked on the door: "Little Lady Ji——"

Before he finished speaking, the fan suddenly opened.

Zhao Qing's angry face looked a bit hideous.

As if unexpectedly there would be visitors, Zhao Qing quickly drew away the ferocious look, and barely smiled elegantly: "Nantah, what do you do?"

His anger and smile twisted together, looking strange.

Nan Baoyi glanced behind him.

Although it was daytime, there was a black hole in the room and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I can only vaguely hear the woman's sobbing.

It is Ji Zhenzhen who is crying.

Nan Baoyi faintly guessed something, and a cold dark light flashed across his eyes.

Without changing her face, she smiled and said: "I missed the wedding of Zhao Langjun and Lady Ji, and came to visit today. Can I go in and meet Lady Ji?"

Zhao Qing hesitated: "This..."

Nan Baoyi also brought the aftertaste and taste.

Feeling that it is not a fuel-saving lamp, he immediately sneered: "My master wants to go in and visit his boudoir friends, but why Zhao Langjun refuses? A man should be generous, you are so stingy, I am afraid that you will not be able to achieve a major event in the future!"

I don't know if that sentence hit Zhao Qing's pain point, and his face immediately became hideous and twisted.

However, he quickly suppressed his anger, and Xiaoxiaorou said without a smile: "Zhen Zhen is sick and uncomfortable today, I am afraid that I will not be able to see the guests. I will tell her that Nan Da Ren visited today. Nan Da Ren, please go down the mountain?"

Nan Baoyi was expressionless: "Taste your heart."

Taste Xin gave a sneer and punched Zhao Qing to the ground!

Nan Baoyi buckled the skirt and stepped on the threshold calmly.

The windows in the house were tightly closed.

The light and shadow were faint, and it was vaguely visible that the bookshelves were collapsing, the tea cups were broken, and the ground was messy.

In the back room, Ji Zhenzhen lay on the cold floor, his black hair scattered on the ground, his sleeves were half rolled up, his collar was torn apart, his skirts were stacked on his waist without dignity, and his tender skin was beaten out. Bruises.

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