After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi followed Shen Jiang into the mansion and walked into the courtyard under the guidance of the housekeeper.

The snow fell in the south of the Yangtze River last night, and there is a thin layer of snow accumulating on the rocks and vegetation in the Taihu Lake in the garden today. It is exquisite and clear, and it is a view that is not available in the north. The revolving lanterns hanging under the eaves are covered with heavy gold leaf. Spotlight.

Nan Baoyi whispered, "Is the empress going to the Yuchi family to take revenge on Chang'an? Even though the Yuchi family’s financial and military strength is good, how dare the empress be sure that Yuchi Changgong is willing to help the empress? Or she wants to sell her intelligence In exchange for a place in the Yuchi family?"

Shen Jiang's face is curved and beautiful, and he is amazingly tall and slim.

Even if she is nearly 40 years old, she is still more beautiful and charming than young girls. Time and power have given her a temperament that ordinary women do not have. Step by step, it seems to step on the nine palaces, and she is majestic and majestic.

However, her expression was colder than the snow in the garden.

She pursed her red lips and did not answer Nan Baoyi's question at all.

Nan Baoyi couldn't help but urged: "Manny, you tell me?"

Shen Jiang annoyed her to death.

By now, I regretted feeding this little girl the Twin Gu.

You can't kill or fight, you can't fight, and you're carrying it around. It's like taking a conversation, which makes her ears hurt. She was really blind at the beginning, and she thought this little girl could be of great use.

She was impatient, and coldly spit out a few words: "Wei Chi Chang Gong, I adore this palace."

Nan Baoyi's pupils shrink slightly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but found her tongue knotted.

No wonder the Yuchi family sits on a large army of millions, but they have not marched to the north all these years.

Is it because Yuchi Changgong is scrupulous about Queen Shen?

She stared at Shen Jiang's back, and her mood was extremely complicated for a while.

She thought about Xiao Yu, who hadn't asked about national affairs for 20 years, and Pei Muan, who would help Shen Jiang to retreat at the expense of betting on the official position, she couldn't help but slapped her lips, and whispered a compliment: "The mother is really...the peach blossoms... "

The key is that the quality of peach blossoms is not bad!

After a quarter of an hour, she finally followed Shen Jiang to the main courtyard hall.

The maid opened the felt curtain.

The furnishings in the hall are luxurious and elegant, and there are many officials and staff of Jinling City.

Nan Baoyi saw the young Langjun in white clothes Shengxue.

Shen Yichao!

Shen Yichao's long blue silk was hanging down his waist, and he simply tied a pitch-black silk headband at the end of his hair. He raised his eyes to see her coming in, and his rosy thin lips curled up, making him look good in Jinling.

Behind many staff, he raised a glass to her far away.

In Qingrun's eyes, there was a desire to retaliate against her.

Nan Baoyi turned to hide behind Shen Jiang.

Shen Yichao smiled, calmly got up and greeted him: "Auntie."

Shen Jiang nodded and saw a girl in a blue dress behind him.

Shen Yichao introduced: "This is the eldest lady of Yuchi's family, Yuchishan."

Nan Baoyi looked curiously.

The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was born beautiful and thin, and she was kind of graceful and graceful.

She respectfully bowed to Shen Jiangfu: "Shan'er greets the empress."

Nan Baoyi's eyes flashed.

Why did she look, this girl seemed to like Shen Yichao?

Also, Shen Yichao was born with a beautiful and personable appearance, which really appealed to his daughter's family.

Liked by the eldest lady of Yuchi's family, Shen Yichao can certainly make progress in Jinling.

When she looked around, Shen Yichao's eyes fell on her.

He put his hands in his sleeves, and his voice could not hear the joy or anger: "I haven't seen you in a few months, so don't come here without any problems. I can see everything in Luoyang City, because I worry about how to repay the girl in the middle of the night, and it is difficult to sleep. ..."

The prolonged tone brings out a bit of gloom.

Nan Baoyi had to bow his head under the eaves.

She coughed lightly: "Shen Xiaolang Jun, the beauty is by the side, has a very happy life, and what did he mention in the past? Now you are also reunited with your aunt, ha ha..."

The meeting of enemies in the hall was lively, and an excited "Sister Jiang" suddenly came not far away.

Nan Baoyi tilted his head to look.

A man in his thirties walked out quickly behind the screen,

Wearing a tooth-white robes with a Confucian shirt and wide sleeves, he was born with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long and straight, and his face was handsome and unrestrained, but there seemed to be some ruthlessness between his eyebrows, just because he saw Shen Jiang's narrow eyes with hostility. It became clear, moist and gentle.

He smiled and stepped forward: "Knowing that Sister Jiang likes to dress up as Confucian scholars, just like the luthier back then, so I dressed up specially. It was late...knowing that Sister Jiang came over, I was very happy...I remember It was only three years before I went to Beijing to report on work, and I saw Sister Jiang... Sister Jiang lost weight..."

He spoke incoherently excitedly.

The officials and staff in the hall had subtle expressions.

Patriarch Yuchi can be regarded as the overlord of one party. He usually behaves surly and unruly in his clothes. How can he look cautious in front of Emperor Shen?

Not only did he wear the clothes of a scholar, he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet!

Nan Baoyi also looked fresh.

Therefore, women still have to spend money and time to make up and maintain themselves. No matter what age they are in the future, they will dare to fight with the little girl when they stand out. Maybe there are young lords who admire them.

Shen Jiang's face was faint: "Do you know everything about Chang'an?"

Yuchi Changgong's face was instantly cruel: "Sister Jiang wants to be the emperor, why bother yourself? Jiangnan is your king's land. After the spring begins, Chang Gong will definitely lead his army to capture Chang'an and send you to the emperor. Bit!"

Shen Jiang didn't care.

She sat down with her robe, folded the fan in her hand, and pointed to the guide Baoyi: "Set her up and send a few women to stare at all times. Don't tell her to escape."

Only then did Yuchi Changgong notice Nan Baoyi.

He didn't ask who Nan Baoyi was, as he was about to order the maid to take her down, and Shen Yichao suddenly said, "Master Yuchi, this little lady has something to do with Shen, can she be handed over to Shen?"

Chang Yuchi looked at Shen Jiang respectfully.

Nan Baoyi's heart also lifted.

Shen Jiang's gaze flicked between Nan Baoyi and Shen Yichao. For a moment, she raised her lips: "I'm afraid it's wrong."

Nan Baoyi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little grateful for the twin Gu.

She smiled innocently at Shen Yichao, turned and followed the women.

The Yuchi's residence covers a large area.

The women rowed a boat, took her to a small island in the middle of the lake, locked her in a small pavilion on the island, did not leave a maid to wait, only told her that she would give her food and water every day.

Nan Baoyi is happy.

Anyway, there is Twin Gu, and she won't die or get hurt.

The top priority is to raise the fetus, just wait for the second brother to save her.

The small pavilions are exquisitely furnished and gorgeous.

She spread out the cashmere carpet on the floor, gave birth to a furnace of gold silk charcoal, and sat in front of the dressing table by the window, humming the songs of Shu, gently combing her long hair like a cloud.

On the shore of the lake, the young man in Jin Yi with a wine gourd hanging from his waist stood with his hands in his hands.

The boy has faded away from the old frivolity and stubbornness, and his whole body is calm and restrained.

He stared at the small pavilion, his narrow eyes as bright as stars.

"Sister Nanjia..."

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