After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Bedroom.

Nan Baoyi sat up on the quilt, rubbed his waist, and secretly cursed Xiao Yi.

"Woke up?"

The culprit opened the curtain.

His golden crown and mysterious robe looks like a gentle and elegant nobleman, how can he pinch her waist against her ears in the bed tent last night, and mutely ask her uncomfortably. child.

Nan Baoyi's face was flushed, and he gathered the quilt quietly, and muttered: "Sven scum..."

"what?"

"No, nothing..."

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow.

The little girl may seem stubborn, but in fact she is as timid as a mouse.

He didn't mind her scolding him, he sneered, picked up the upper skirt and the Luo skirt, and in her guarded eyes, he personally changed and freshened her.

After breakfast, He Ye came in and reported: "Miss, Miss Ji wants to see you."

"She's awake?" Nan Baoyi finished cleaning her hands and smiled, "I'll visit her now."

Stepping into the wing, Ji Zhenzhen has been well groomed, with ointment on his cheeks, and he is sitting on the bed reading a book.

Seeing her coming in, Ji Zhenzhen put down the book and got up to salute. His voice was hoarse and a bit weak: "Thank you, Mr. Xiaodao, for your help..."

"It's just a small effort. Zhao Qing has been killed. No one in this world dares to beat you." Nan Baoyi helped her sit down with concern, "Does the injury still hurt?"

"My injury is not serious. Doctor Jiang prescribed the ointment, and his appearance and throat will be restored soon."

"That's good." Nan Baoyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it possible to have breakfast too? If there is any shortage, just talk to Lotus, and she will take care of it."

Ji Zhenzhen raised his eyes with gentle eyes: "The trail is long, I won't live in Nanfu for a long time. I want to see you just to say goodbye to you. Mengshan Academy is a half-life of his father's hard work. Now the Academy is unattended. Barren, I have to go back as soon as possible."

"Are you leaving now?" Nan Baoyi hesitated, "But you are a weak woman, in the future..."

According to her, she hoped that Ji Zhenzhen could stay in Nanfu.

My grandmother likes Ji Zhenzhen, and it's no problem to raise her as a half granddaughter.

Ji Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Father has read all his life. In addition to teaching students, he often writes books and writes and leaves a lot of manuscripts. So I don't plan to remarry. I want to concentrate on collating and compiling my father's manuscripts in the mountains. Written into a book and passed down to future generations."

Nan Baoyi knew she was a talented woman.

Not only can she sort out Ji Shanchang's manuscripts, she can also write books and even comment on the Scriptures and History Collections.

Ji Zhenzhen's ambition is so, she seems to be petty if she stays.

She said seriously: "When Miss Ji publishes a book, I must buy thousands of books!"

Ji Zhenzhen was amused by her.

She held Nan Baoyi's hand and said softly, "Little Daoist, you and I are still friends, right?"

Her eyes are so innocent, making Nan Baoyi's heart soft as spring water.

How can it not be a friend?

Ji Zhenzhen is the first friend she made since she came to Chang'an!

She nodded solemnly: "We are friends all my life!"

Ji Zhenzhen's smile was full of satisfaction.

She hugged Nan Baoyi, remembering something, and then asked carefully: "By the way, Zhao Qing is the illegitimate son of Taiwei Zhao. He is mean and mean, I am afraid that Taiwei Zhao himself is the same. How did the little Daoist kill Zhao Qing? The Zhao family found out, will they anger you?"

"Don't worry." Nan Baoyi didn't care. "I'm not at the same level as the Zhao family. I'm not afraid that they will anger."

At this time, the Zhao Taiwei Zhao Bing mentioned by them was waiting outside Yikun Palace.

The grand palace lady came out from the hall, and said respectfully: "The queen empress invites the lieutenant to speak."

Zhao Taiwei repeatedly thanked him.

Taking off his shoes and socks under the corridor, he secretly pinched his thighs before entering the inner hall with red eyes.

The bead curtain in the temple is gorgeous, reflecting the fine sunlight of early spring, a pot of ambergris is burned on the table, and a few handfuls of beautiful peonies are inserted in the panlong vase.

Shen Jiang wears light purple men's uniforms and a golden crown with hair. He is leaning on the bookcase and reading the memorials.

Zhao Bing fell to his knees, crying and crying: "Niangniang, Weichen, the lieutenant, can't be a lieutenant!"

Shen Jiang lowered his eyelashes and turned a page of memorial carelessly: "What's wrong?"

"When Weichen was young, she had a dewy marriage with a poor family woman. Unexpectedly, she was pregnant with Weichen's children. Weichen named her child Zhao Qing, and in these years he often used money to help. Although she is an outsider, but In the end, it was Weichen's own flesh and blood, and Weichen felt very sorry for him.

"Unexpectedly, someone murdered Qing'er last night and threw his head in front of Weichen's door! Niangniang, Weichen sent a white-haired person to a black-haired man, and Weichen was extremely sad and desperate for life!"

Zhao Bing burst into tears and burst into tears.

Shen Jiang frowned slightly.

She turned a page of memorials impatiently, and said in a deep voice: "Such a thing, let Si Li decide. What kind of style is it when you quarrel in front of the palace?"

"Niangniang knows something..." Zhao Bing wiped her tears, "Nan Sili was the one who did it to Qing'er! Qing'er married a good sister of Nan Sili, Ji Zhenzhen, but Nan Sili disliked Qing. The son is not worthy of last season Zhenzhen, so he bought murder! Ask her to decide, what can she decide?!"

"Can there be evidence?"

"Evidence..." Zhao Bing had a guilty conscience, "The murderer did everything neatly and did not leave any evidence. But apart from Nan Baoyi, Qinger has never offended anyone, so the murderer must be Nan Baoyi! Empress is the master of my Qinger!"

The lieutenant who was over 40 years old began to cry again.

Shen Jiang's brain hurt by his crying.

She stared at Zhao Bing coldly: "The incident of Zhao Qing's abuse of Ji Zhenzhen has been spread from Longyin Temple to Chang'an City. If this palace is a good sister of Ji Zhenzhen, this palace will kill him. Zhao Bing, you want to borrow it. The sword of my palace should also weigh your son's weight."

Zhao Bing was stunned on the spot.

He had no feelings for Zhao Qing, an illegitimate child, and Shen Jiang refused to call him the shots. He didn't feel so sad, but he couldn't hold back his face.

He turned his eyes slightly, and quickly choked up: "Qing'er's death, Weichen admits it. But Wuer's matter, Weichen can't let go. Wu'er was severely injured by Ning Wanzhou, with broken bones in his right hand and a writing brush. I can’t hold it, it’s already a handicapped person, but the government of the town government has never apologized to my Zhao family. Niangmai, please condemn the government of the town government and let the ministers decide!

Shen Jiang almost laughed out loud.

She closed the memorial, looked at Zhao Bing with a smile, and said in a strange manner: "Zhao Bing, Taiwei Zhao, your son molested the concubine of the town’s government office. It’s not bad if he was not killed. Are you embarrassed to come and complain? You, teach you such a rebellious son to be ashamed to death, where is the face to complain?"

She is extremely beautiful, like a peony in full bloom.

But the pair of Danfeng eyes outlines a sharp aura, she is so lofty, her words, inviolable, and she deserves the queen's might.

Facing such empress Shen, Zhao Bing was sweating and speechless.

For a long time, he suddenly suffocated his neck and said: "Weichen really wants to use Niang Niang's hand to eradicate dissidents, but for Niang Niang, Zhen Guo Gong Mansion is a block in the way. Eliminate Zhen Guo Gong Mansion and take back Ning Su's hand. Military power is of great benefit to the empress!"