After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The people in Shangyang Palace are busy with Xiao Sui's affairs. The door of the Buddhist hall is only symbolically hung with a lock, and there is no guard to guard it.

Xiao Yi twisted and unlocked easily and stepped into the threshold.

Wei Xiaolian was about to follow, he closed the door without hesitation.

The light and shadow of the Buddhist hall were dim, and the little girl in his family pillowed on the futon and embraced the red lacquer wooden fish. Perhaps she was extremely sleepy and very relaxed, and she slept very sweetly at this tense moment.

He gently kicked Nan Baoyi: "Nan Jiaojiao, her **** is on fire."

Nan Baoyi rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw that it was him, and hurriedly sat up: "Second brother, how is the fourth majesty? Not dead, right?"

"No."

Xiao Yi squatted down on one knee beside her and tidied her slightly messy sideburns: "What did he say to you?"

Nan Baoyi was not embarrassed to tell him about Chongxi, and was thinking about changing the subject, suddenly his stomach groaned.

She hurriedly covered her belly and said ashamed: "I, I haven't eaten breakfast yet..."

Xiao Yi raised his lips.

In the long daylight, there was nothing to do. Xiao Sui couldn’t diagnose the result for a while. Besides, no one in the palace cared about the temple, so Xiao Yi was very patient and personally gave Nan Baoyi. Come the red lacquered tray full of food.

Nan Baoyi looked eagerly, there were bird's nest porridge, roasted chicken legs, Sixi meatballs, mushroom and fresh fish soup, all her favorite dishes.

She chewed on the chicken legs with joy, Dan Feng's eyes were bright, and she glanced at Xiao Yi curiously from time to time.

Xiao Yisheng was afraid that she would choke, so he filled her with a bowl of fish soup and brought the soup bowl to her mouth: "Don't keep eating meat, drink some soup."

Nan Baoyi took his hand, took a sip of the soup obediently, and couldn't help but look at him.

Xiao Yi wiped the corners of her mouth and asked, "Why always look at me?"

"It's strange."

"Why is it strange?"

"When my second brother was young, he was far away from his homeland and relatives, and grew up alone in Jinguancheng. He was stumbling and stumbling along the way and no one loved him. I'm very surprised. Why does a child who has no love like his second brother know how to love others? There was no one to take care of you when you were young, but when you grow up, you know how to take care of others. Second brother, you are really strange."

The Buddha incense curls up.

Fragmented light and shadow passed through the bamboo curtain and fell into the dim Buddhist hall.

The prince with the golden crown in the mysterious robe, the wind **** is beautiful, the face is like a crown, half in the light, half in the shadow, is the best looking and most invisible Langjun in the eyes of Nan Baoyi.

Xiao Yi pondered for a long time, put down his handkerchief, and seriously said, "I am only this kind of person in the eyes of Nan Jiaojiao, right? In the eyes of others, I am just a thorn in the flesh, but a prince who plays power. There is a wife in the world. Many people want me to die immediately, like my aloof mother."

He spoke indifferently when he mentioned Shen Jiang.

It seems that the other party is just an irrelevant person.

Nan Baoyi drooped her eyelashes, hiding the sadness in her pupils.

What kind of human indifference has the second brother experienced to say this?

Before, she only wanted to hold her second brother's thigh, but now she wants to love him even more.

Just like Xiao Sui said.

She lifted her face and asked solemnly: "Does the second brother like Da Yong's palace city?"

"I don't like it. To me, Dayong's magnificent palace city is not as good as the loquat tree in the old Jinguancheng loquat courtyard. I was poor when I was young, at least that loquat tree produced deliciousness for me. The loquat fruit for me to relieve my gluttony."

He is indifferent and has no feelings for this palace.

But here, it should have been his home.

Nan Baoyi felt sour.

She held Xiao Yi's hand: "Second brother, the people living in this palace, whether it is the crown prince, the third highness, the Qingyang diji, or the fourth highness, love you very much. The fourth highness even told me that they I miss you a lot these years. The Xiao family’s imperial family is introverted. It’s really rare for him to say this. Second brother, there are many people in this world who love you. You are definitely not a thorn in someone’s eyes. For everyone, You are indispensable."

The little girl was born with a beautiful face and bright eyes, as if it could illuminate the dim Buddha hall.

Even the golden Buddha statue became compassionate and warm because of her smile.

Xiao Yi caressed her delicate face, her cold heart quietly turned into softness.

Whenever he gets along with Nan Jiaojiao, he will always become gentle inadvertently.

Love, really can change a person.

...

After clearing the bowls and coming out, Wei Xiaolian followed him and followed him, saying with concern: "His Royal Highness, Nan Da is okay? Nan Da is a female high school hero, with a kind heart, and he must not deliberately push the Fourth Highness."

Female hero...

Xiao Yi felt that this term was totally incompatible with Nan Jiaojiao.

Seeing that he ignored him and showed his patience, Wei Xiaolian said timidly: "The spring banquet was over in a hurry, and the poems carefully composed by the courtiers did not have time to recite in public. Is your Highness in the mood to listen to the courtiers recite poems? "

Xiao Yi's face was expressionless: "No."

Not only was he not in the mood, but he even wanted to strangle her.

Shen Jiangci's marriage was nothing but to humiliate him and to plant a spy by his side.

With Wei Xiaolian's mind, Shen Jiang made her a spy, and it was really hard for her.

Wei Xiaolian seemed to automatically filter the opponent’s refusal, and chanted emotionally: "There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers, and countless heroes are drawn to the waist. I regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, and slightly lose his literary talent; Tang Zong and Song Zu, a little inferior. A generation of Tianjiao Genghis Khan, only knows how to bow and shoot big eagles. They are all going for it, count the romantic figures, and look at the present!"

She didn't graduate from elementary school, so she could only recite "the day of hoeing is noon".

However, that kind of poetry is so unclassified. Fortunately, she still remembers this half-queen. Although she doesn't know what it is talking about, it sounds very high-end and high-end, and it will surely shock the Second Highness!

Xiao Yi suddenly stopped.

He stared at Wei Xiaolian, the disgust in his eyes barely concealed.

This poem was clearly taught to Nan Jiaojiao by Jiang Suihan.

Wei Xiaolian is good, claiming that she created it carefully.

He said: "Go away."

Wei Xiaolian was stunned: "Hall, Your Highness?"

"roll."

Although the man was a good-looking man, his brows and eyes were gloomy when he was angry, and his violent aura was like a violent storm in the realm, which was frightening to the heart.

Wei Xiaolian swallowed.

The development of things seems to be different from what she imagined...

She didn't dare to stay longer, and quickly smeared the soles of her feet.

Xiao Yi held the tray with one hand and continued walking towards the small kitchen, and said impatiently: "Send a letter to the court, this king refuses to get married."

Ten words hesitated: "If you can't refuse..."

Xiao Yi was hostile: "Kill."

He did not want to marry a woman other than Nan Jiaojiao.

...

After night fell.

In the sleeping hall, Xiao Sui's situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and he squeezed blood several times. His face was paler than rice paper, and he was so thin that he was about to be taken away by the wind.

The Shangyang Palace was brightly lit, and the entire hospital was helpless.

In the main hall, Shen Jiang and Xiao Yu were all present.