After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Ning Fanhua looked at Baoxia with a probe.

There was an exquisite banquet on the case, but the Nan’s sister and them were nowhere to be seen.

"It must be... I must go to the West Room for a brief explanation..."

She squatted and talked, closed the door on her own, and staggered to her knees to sit next to the banquet.

She was pouring the wine with her sleeves in arm, but her hands trembled violently, the crystal clear liquor was spilled on the short case, and the rich aroma of wine spread instantly in the embrace.

Nan Chengli frowned.

His grandmother and second aunt were concerned about his marriage and forced him to get married.

He refused, and they decided to arrange a blind date for him.

He didn't want to see the other girl, so he hid in his sister's Chaowenyuan.

Unexpectedly, the other girl stubbornly chased here.

Nan Chengli closed the ledger and hesitated to sit next to the low case, and persuaded: "How come you, a girl who didn't show up in the pavilion, drank like this in other people's houses? It's really incompatible with Li."

"Leave me alone?!"

Ning Fanhua pouted unhappily.

She was quite temperamental, and Nan Chengli silently shut up.

Ning Fanhua held her face in her hands, and muttered: "My Fan Xiaohua is also considered a fame, and has never been wronged at home. But since I was married, I haven't had a good day. He gave me a look, and his mother also Show me your face... No matter how careful I am, they can always find ways to pick my thorn..."

Nan Chengli only noticed that she was wearing a young woman's hair bun.

She has already been married.

He changed his mind again, he was already quite young, and this girl was a good match for him.

What's more, to judge whether a girl is good or not, it should not be used as a criterion for marrying or not.

Nan Chengli peeked at Ning Fanhua again.

Although she was drunk, there was a noble and bookish atmosphere all over her body, not like the grandmother's daughter of a small family in the small door family, but like the tolerance raised by a high family.

Although his appearance is not top-notch, he is a beautiful woman because of her elegance and grace.

Ning Fanhua cried as she talked: "I was only married to him for half a year, so he took advantage of my illness and had **** with his cousin. After I recovered from my illness, he couldn't wait to lift his cousin to be a concubine..."

Nan Chengli sighed: "It's really bad to have **** with someone while his wife is sick."

"Do you think so too?" Ning Fanhua was excited, as if meeting her confidant. "He blames me for being infertile, but his cousin failed to give birth to a half daughter, but he didn't see him blame his cousin..."

Ning Fanhua felt as though she wanted to tell her grievances over the past few years.

Nan Chengli listened with great patience, echoing a few sentences from time to time.

"I haven't been so happy in a long time. You are such a good person." Ning Fanhua poured wine drunkly, "Come on, let's have a drink! If you have troubles, you can talk to me as much as you want."

Nan Chengli pityed her very much.

He took the drink, drank the liquor for the sake of face, and said in a low voice: "How can people live in the world without trouble? What troubles me is that I am not good enough to support this family, causing my sister to show up outside... "

He talked about the marriage of his sisters from family matters, and from the marriage to the death of his parents.

Ning Fanhua listened.

She stared at him through dim drunken eyes, only to feel that Lang Jun was handsome and honest, gentle and moist as jade.

I don’t know how many times better than the man she married...

Xu was a little sultry and irritable because of the strong wine in her throat.

She couldn't help but approach Nan Chengli.

Nan Chengli continued to talk eloquently: "...I am the eldest son of Dafang. When I was two years old, my father and mother had already died. These years, I followed my second uncle to the north and south. Although proficient in business, I always feel that my life is not satisfactory. I--"

A little tenderness, kissed his lips.

Ning Fanhua's thin white hands were on his shoulders, with curled eyelashes hanging down, tossing around and kissing seriously, and savoring his taste with emotion.

Nan Chengli's brain exploded.

Are the girls in Chang'an so passionate and unrestrained?

I haven't been close to female **** in more than 20 years, and Nan Chengli's body is stiff, I don't know what to do.

The girl's dress was scented with a good smell of flowers, and it was steaming with the smell of wine in the room. He obviously didn't drink much, but he was very drunk.

Nan Chengli's Adam's apple rolled, her hands froze in the air, she did not dare to touch Ning Fanhua at all.

He said with a dumb voice: "Fan, Fan Xiaohua, are you calling this name? You, your behavior is not in harmony with etiquette..."

"ceremony?"

Ning Fanhua’s drunk eyes were dim, and the usual dignity and grace disappeared. Only a goblin mockery remained: "What do I get when I observe the etiquette at my husband’s house? What do I get? What I get is that people are good to be deceived, and what I get is that the nose is getting worse Face...Li, hahaha!"

She was smiling, but tears filled her face for no reason.

She slowly untied Nan Chengli's belt, raised her blushing and charming face, and whispered in her ears: "You, you can indulge with me, okay? I want, I want to avenge them..."

The girl held Nan Chengli's neck and kissed his ear beads affectionately.

A tingling desire rushed from the tailbone of the spine to the limbs.

The tense string in Nan Chengli's mind quietly broke at this moment.

His eyes grew darker, his big palms gripped the back of the girl's head, and he gradually began to rebel against the guest.

Drinks are poured, clothes and skirts are on the floor.

Baoxiali was ridiculous overnight.

...

Flower hall.

Nan Baozhu and the others were full of wine and food, and left contentedly.

Faced with the mess at the table alone, Nan Baoyi secretly cursed a few words in her heart.

Just as he was about to ask the maid to clean up the table and set up a new banquet table, Xiao Yi pushed in.

The moonlight shining in the garden is especially bright and flawless.

Xiao Yixuan had a golden crown, a beautiful face, and an elegant demeanor, like a noble prince who had returned from a banquet from a high family family, but he seemed to have just killed someone.

Nan Baoyi greeted him graciously and looked at his hands.

Empty hands.

She wondered: "Second brother, where is Zhao Qing's head?"

Xiao Yi sat on the side of the case: "It was too dirty, so I didn't bother to bring it back. I left it at the door of Zhao's mansion."

Nan Baoyi blinked.

It was too arrogant to murder the son of the royal lieutenant, and to throw his **** head at the door of the house?

But she was quite happy.

Xiao Yi knocked on the case, scanned the messy table, frowned unhappy, "Nan Jiaojiao, you ate all the dishes alone? Wait until I come back? When will you be able to eat this?"

"I didn't eat it!" Nan Baoyi retorted, "Don't you see that there are a few sets of chopsticks on the table, these are all Zhuzhu and the others eat, I specially kept my belly, I want to celebrate with you. If you don't believe me, touch it, my belly is still flat."

In order to prove her innocence, she put Xiao Yi's hand on her lower abdomen.

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow.

The little girl's belly is small and soft, completely different from his hard belly full of muscles.

A dagger can poke the intestines out, which is really delicate.

He stared at her belly, and some not-so-good pictures passed through his mind.

His eyes darkened, his big palm with a little pity, and across the complicated Luo skirt, he gently rubbed her belly.