After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

In the imperial study room, a furnace of aquatic incense was burning.

There is a pot of golden silk hibiscus on the windowsill, which does not bloom in winter, but the green branches are very delicate and beautifully trimmed.

A handsome and beautiful young man, dressed in a black Nine-Dragon diadem suit, with the twelve beaded beads removed from the black emperor diadem, sitting on the bookcase and looking through the map.

Just sitting there, but with an emperor's attitude that is not angry and prestigious.

As if he was born to be the king of these nine palaces.

Nan Guang came in confidently and glanced at the embroidered dragon pattern on Xiao Yi's robe, only to feel that the dragon pattern stretched his teeth and claws, his calves softened unconvincingly, and his arrogant arrogance was instantly annihilated.

He couldn't help but bowed deeply, and said loudly: "Cao Min please peace to the emperor!"

His voice has a beaming scent, and the maidservant in the imperial study can't help but snicker.

Xiao Yi was expressionless.

Had it not been for Nan Jiaojiao's biological father, he would have been too lazy to see him.

He said lightly: "The third uncle came to see me, why?"

Seeing that he was still willing to call himself "Uncle San", Nan Guang was immediately happier, and quickly walked around him, sat cross-legged beside him, and reached out to touch the embroidery pattern on his dragon robe.

Seeing this, the maid-in-chief was horrified and quickly scolded: "In front of the emperor, don't be presumptuous! Stop it!"

Xiao Yi raised his hand, indicating that it was OK.

Nan Guang rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "Isn't this seeing you become the emperor, come to the palace to observe and observe... I entered the Grand Lama Temple for the first time, and the palace is really beautiful, even more spectacular than the palace in Shengjing. Miles!"

Xiao Yi ignored him, only hanging his long eyelashes, staring at Jiangnan Maps quietly.

Nan Guang took out the oil paper bag from his wide sleeves and placed it beside the mountain of memorials. He laughed from ear to ear: "Sanshu was afraid that you would not be used to the food in the palace, so he bought you East Gate pastry. Jiaojiao loves that, I think about it, you also love it..."

Xiao Yi's eyebrows were stern, only slightly raised his eyes, and glanced at the oil paper bag.

Nan Guang coughed twice and tried hopefully: "You are the son of the emperor now, the most powerful person in the world. You also know how difficult it is for the third uncle over the years. See if you can give the third uncle upside down. Arrange for one and a half positions? The one Jiaojiao used to be an official, isn't it a great Situ? Do you think Sanshu is suitable for me?"

Xiao Yi slowly raised his head and stared at Nanguang.

His third uncle had a good fate and was born in the Nan family. He had an indomitable mother and elder brother on his head. When he was middle-aged, there were also officials from the official family who were willing to accept each other, and he had many heirs under his knees, and even an old son.

Cockfighting and running dogs are idle all day, and they will be rich forever.

If Nan Jiaojiao lived half as easy as him...

Xiao Yi's eyes were deep, and the hand holding Yutu quietly tightened.

After a long while, he chuckled: "Sanshu came to the palace to ask for an official position? Your little daughter is missing, and you still want to ask for an official position? Sanshu, she is very filial to you these years, don't let her chill. ."

His voice was low and careless.

But it is just so daunting.

The earth dragon is burning in the royal study room, which is very warm.

The smell of agarwood is slightly rich, which makes Nanguang feel inexplicably depressed.

Sweat gradually came out of his back, and he whispered: "It's just a joke, a joke...I entered the palace for, for..."

Thinking of something, he suddenly slapped his thigh in relief: "Isn't Jiaojiao's grandmother yet? I have to go to the palace and ask if you have Jiaojiao's whereabouts? Are you still willing to marry her in the future?

"Xiao Yi, your grandmother has sent a message. We have entrusted you with our charming innocence. You can't let her down, at least you should make her a queen? Oh, right, and her brother, Sui'an. Although he is young, he will be the uncle of the country in the future, Xiao Yi, you have to help your brother-in-law!"

Xiao Yi retracted his gaze.

But there is no more thought to study the map.

His third uncle has been like this in this life. It's not that he doesn't love Nan Jiaojiao, but his love for Nan Jiaojiao is always inferior to other children.

He put away the album, and forced his attitude not to be too hideous: "If the third uncle is all right, it is better to go back to the mansion first. There are still important things to discuss with the courtiers."

The palace is prosperous, where is Nanguang willing to go.

He deliberately cleaned up a change of clothes before entering the palace, hoping to stay in the palace.

He was shy and said cautiously: "It's rare to come here. I'm leaving now. What a pity... I heard that the Emperor Taishang also lives in the palace? I and the Emperor Taishang are relatives, so I have to visit and visit him. I also specially ordered the young man to carry two jars of wine--"

"Uncle San."

Xiao Yi interrupted him coldly.

The imperial aura spread to the entire imperial study room in an instant.

Nan Guang paled with horror, his calves were so weak, he quickly stood up and arched his hands: "Since you are not happy, then I'll go home and live in, and say goodbye--"

Without looking back, he escaped from the Imperial Study Room.

Xiaosi waited outside, saw him come out, and greeted him with joy: "Master, can we stay in the palace?"

Nan Guang slapped him on the forehead: "Leave a fart!"

He took the shot too heavily, and the young man didn't pay attention. The soft baggage and wine jar he held in his hand fell to the ground, the baggage spread, and the middle-aged man's changing clothes were exposed.

The master and servant blushed, and quickly bent over to pick it up.

The courtiers in the corridor waiting to see the emperor met, and couldn't help snickering:

"This is the father of the demon girl? It's too shabby to get on the table!"

"Just like this, he still wants to be the head of the state... Not to mention what his daughter is, this kind of countryman who is imperious in front of him, is also worthy of being in the palace to be the same as me?"

"..."

All kinds of discussions are endless.

Upon seeing this, the blue veins on the forehead jumped wildly.

The master confessed the innocence of the princess to the civil and military officials, but they just didn't believe it, not because the master was deceived by the enchantress and acted as a shelter.

Shiku knows that this year, Empress Shen has acted aggressively and aggressively.

Under her control, the family's forbearance and the anger of the poor family have climbed to the climax, and now they have finally turned over to take the initiative, and they desperately need an object to be angry.

They dared not vent their anger with Empress Shen, so they cast all their anger on the princess's head, calling the princess an enchantress as a fascination, and repeatedly went to admonish the master, asking for the princess's head to pay tribute to the dead crown prince and Wen's loyal minister.

All kinds of remarks make people angry!

Ten bitterly reprimanded: "If you adults have anything to say, you might as well go to the new emperor and say, what kind of skill is chewing the tongue like this?!"

The aristocratic families looked at each other a few times, did not put his little guard in the slightest, smiled dismissively, and continued to talk loudly.

Ten bitterness.

It's a bit of understanding of Queen Shen's superiority, without thunder means, it is impossible to control this group of families!

In the royal study room.

Xiao Yi's face was filled with chills, and he raised his hand to overturn the low case.

With a loud "bang", memorials, pens, inks, and inks fell all over the ground.

The discussion outside the gallery stopped abruptly.

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happy weekend!