After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"What does the king hide her for?"

Xiao Yi was not angry.

He tapped his fingers at the Buddha table, his original inattentive eyebrows brought out some thought.

Nan Baoyi saw his groaning, and while feeding Ah Wei to take the soup, he said: "Boss Han is very measured and cannot leave without reason. General Shen, who is giving her the note?"

Shen Yijue: "A maid said that someone asked her to send it on her behalf."

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "So you don't know who sent the note, so you can let Boss Han leave alone? You are not afraid that she will not come back?"

Shen Yijue remained silent.

He has not restricted his freedom for a long time.

Because I wanted to get the heart of a beautiful woman, I pampered her a little bit.

He used to think that the beauty was like a paper kite in his hand. He deliberately gave her freedom so that she could float in the nine heavens. As long as he tightened the silk thread, she could get closer to him.

He controls her as he wants.

But now it seems that she has never been controlled.

He contemplated, it was the paper kite.

"Send someone to look for it first." Xiao Yi said in a deep voice, "This king did not give her any instructions. She left suddenly. It must be something urgent."

Xiao Yi and Shen Yijue left the house together.

A weak obediently drank the bowl of medicine, leaning against Nan Baoyi’s arms, and ignorantly said: "Aniang, will Daddy be back tonight? I want to sleep with Daddy. I have never slept with Daddy. ."

Nan Baoyi touched his cheek with pity.

Xiao Langjun at this age always admires his father.

She took a peeled sweet citrus from the fruit plate, put it in A weak hand to relieve his suffering, and whispered softly: "I don't know, can I sleep with you?"

A weak smiled shyly: "No, A-niang is a girl, I don't sleep with a girl...otherwise the maids will laugh at me."

Xiao Langjun is holding sweet citrus, childish voice, cute and sensible.

Nan Baoyi stared at the gauze wrapped around his forehead, a heart softer than Chun Shui.

She personally made the bed for Ah Wei: "Then I will guard you, and when you fall asleep, I will go back to my house, so that our little son will still be very manly!"

A weak nodded vigorously.

He ate the citrus, rinsed his mouth again, and lied down in the bed.

The immature little hand always grasped Nan Baoyi's fingers.

Staring at Nan Baoyi with black grape-like eyes, A weak little face showed a touch of admiration, and he whispered: "Manny, quietly tell you, although you are not my mother, I still like you. Thank you. Mother allowed me to live in Nanfu, and thank you Aniang for not caring about my origin."

The little guy is sensible and humble, and his humility is distressing.

Nan Baoyi gently tucked the quilt for him: "I also really like our Weak..."

She blew out a few lights.

There was a light in the house.

The night outside the window is like splashing ink, quietly covering the mountains and rivers. The gates of ancient Chang'an are towering and towering, and the ancient blue brick road leads to the far east. The gates and post stations are lit with orange lights, embellishing the long and cold post roads. Warmth.

A long eaves carriage galloping on the post road.

The carriage is spacious, with a few wind lamps lit.

The noble son of Shengxue in white, holding a beauty who has fainted, is lovingly caressing her cheek: "Yanyan, Yanyan..."

He whispered softly, as if tirelessly, one after another.

After a long time, the beauty's eyelashes trembled and finally woke up.

A little bit of confusion appeared in Weiqi's apricot eyes. When he saw Shen Yichao's face, Han Yanliang instantly became sober, and raised his eyebrows indifferently: "What do you mean?"

She received a note, written in Tianshu's secret language, asking her to go out of the house to connect with others.

She never doubted her own person, so she left Nanfu alone, but was conspired by dozens of assassins. Unfortunately, she inhaled a lot of drugs. The last thing she saw before fainting was Shen Yichao's calm face.

Han Yanliang looked at the hands and feet bound by the chains, with a cold smile: "I forgot, Tianshu's secret words were originally compiled by you when you were in Jinguan City... You use a note to draw me out. He arrested me again, and Shen Yichao, what on earth do you want to do? You want to kill me to avoid future troubles, don't you?"

Shen Yichao always looked calm.

The slender fingertips, even with a touch of gentleness, patiently wiped the girl's forehead and messy hair, as if she was afraid that she might feel uncomfortable.

He whispered softly: "Where did Yanyan think about it? I did these things just to go back to the past. In the past, you were my woman, and brother still loved me. Okay? Why should we have trouble with each other?"

Han Yanliang stared at him.

Shen Yichao was afraid that he would be stupid.

She curled her red lips and sneered: "Why, don't you want your famous lady?"

Her eyes are so bright, like a mirror that can reflect the dirt of the world.

Shen Yichao avoided her sight, and his voice was low: "I don't know that Wei Chuchu is so unbearable and so vulgar in private. I already know my mistakes. The saint said that knowing the wrong can improve the great Yan, and my aunt often said, "I know." It’s already fine if I look back on the wrong one. Now that I’ve looked back, isn’t it enough?”

Han Yanliang sat up.

She fiddled with the strong chains and sneered when she saw that she couldn't break free.

She leaned toward Shen Yichao, with red lips close to his ears: "Shen Xiaolang, you are willing to turn your head, but I don't want to stand where you are. I owe you, I have already paid off with those fifty whips. It's like a stranger."

The cold words made Shen Yichao flush instantly.

"Similar to a stranger?" He looked directly at Han Yanliang, his chest violently ups and downs, "The friendship of those years, in the end, can only be exchanged for you to say'like a stranger'?! Han Yanliang, do you want to be so cruel?! "

Han Yanliang laughed angrily by him.

She was the one who was abandoned, she was the one who got the whip, and in the end, she was the one who was cruel!

There is really no reason to talk with Shen Yichao.

She was too lazy to argue with him, leaning on the soft pillow of Tuanhua, tilted her head and looked out the window.

The night breeze rolled up the curtain of weaving flowers.

The moonlight leaned from the sky above, and wild trees grew beside the post road, which quickly retreated in the field of vision like a craggy yaksha. In the undulating black mountains and rivers in the distance, the sound of partridges was heard, making the mountains more empty and quiet.

After a long time, Han Yanliang asked, "Where is this going?"

"Luoyang."

Shen Yichao rolled her sleeves to pour tea, "My aunt sent me to Luoyang to investigate the flood. Then we will live there for a while and make friends. It's cold and cold, I don't believe you don't love me."

Han Yanliang rolled his eyes secretly.

She continued to fiddle with the chain, the chain made a noise, and was very noisy during the night on the road. She frowned involuntarily in contemplation, but she was very patient and did not accuse her.

It was really noisy, he took out a volume of papers with a calm face and read it silently.

The cold smoke and cool gestures leaned against the window, and a clean white embroidered handkerchief floated out of her sleeves quietly, and fell on the side of the post road like a butterfly.