After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Because it was approaching New Year's Eve, the woman's funeral was not carried out in a big way. After a simple funeral, she was buried in the suburbs.

Yuchi didn't shed tears, and calmly arranged the simple funeral, calmly supporting his aunt's coffin into the earth for safety, showing toughness and standing upright.

Only on New Year's Eve, Nan Baoyi didn't see Yuchi.

She came to his aunt's bedroom before her death.

Pushing open the door, the room was dim, and the bitter smell of medicine disappeared a lot.

Yuchi sat at the foot of the bed, staring at the thick insoles on the bed in a daze.

She walked over: "Wei Chi?"

The youth pulled his lips and pointed to the insoles: "She has been sewing this for me for the last few days before her death. With so many insoles, I can't wear them until I die, right?"

Nan Baoyi was silent.

"She is an embroiderer, she has no ability to compete for favor, and she is always bullied in the house. I don't want her to be a child, to make a meritorious service to make people look at her with admiration, and make her mother worthy of her son. So I Go north to Chang'an and try to steal the military defense plan in the north. But I don’t know that my father’s sweetheart is Queen Shen. Even if I get the defense plan, I can’t compete for favor with my aunt."

He was obviously an eight-foot man, but his words carried Jiangnan's gentleness.

Nan Baoyi poured a cup of hot tea on his hand.

Yuchi raised his hand to cover his eyes: "After I came back from Chang'an, my auntie became seriously ill. She could only rely on ginseng soup to continue her life every day. I waited in the room and watched her thin and withered, like rotten lilac flowers. .

"I gradually became less, until at last I didn't want to step into her house. As long as I couldn't see her, I felt that she might be healed. Maybe the next time I came, she would sit ruddy and basking under the eaves. Smiling and telling me who has a new grandson.

"Sister Baoyi, tonight is New Year's Eve, the house is so lively, there are lights and festoons everywhere... But my aunt died at the end of the old year, because she is a concubine, so I can't even give her a white light point……"

His voice lowered, quietly turning into a choking.

Nan Baoyi stretched out her hand and placed it silently on his shoulder.

Yuchi grabbed her hand and hugged her suddenly.

He hugged so tightly, like a drowning man caught the driftwood.

He leaned on her shoulders, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers coming from a distance, he cried suddenly at this moment: "Sister Baoyi...I miss my aunt..."

Nan Baoyi wiped the flushed eye sockets and looked up silently.

It turns out that when a loved one passed away, it was not the most painful time.

In the days and nights after death, the memories that popped up when I saw things and thought about people, the most inadvertent moments, are the most convincing, and life is better than death.

...

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Jinling finally cleared up. The long-lost sunlight fell on the garden grass and the maids happily took out the quilts to dry.

Nan Baoyi sat under the window, playing chess with Yuchi.

She could see that Yuchi was a bastard, and his status in the mansion was far inferior to that of the two prostitutes under the knees of Yuchi Changgong. The high-ranking official family from Jiangzuo came to visit him and didn't take care of him at all, so even if he was busy In the new year, he is still free.

She took a move: "Speaking of which, the letter I asked you to send out last time, was it delivered to the second brother?"

Yuchi held the Nuanyu chess piece, his fingertips paused.

The letter was later burned by him.

He only has Sister Baoyi, and he doesn't want Sister Baoyi and Xiao Daoyan together.

He pretended to settle down without incident: "The man went to Jiangbei, but no news came back. I guess, Dayong's investigation was strict, maybe the letter could not be delivered to Xiao Daoyan. Or... he I received the letter, but did not want to reply."

Nan Baoyi pinched a chess piece.

She raised her eyes to look at Yuchi, and the young man was staring at her. The slightly peach blossom eyes were filled with affection, like a light fish swimming, a little more gentle than the spring water in March.

At this moment, Nan Baoyi understood everything.

She put the chess pieces back into the chess basket and picked up the unfinished endgame without saying a word.

Yu Chi was stunned, and hurriedly shook her hand picking up the chess pieces: "Sister Baoyi--"

"open!"

Nan Baoyi broke away from him, Dan Feng's eyes seemed to burn with flames: "You deducted my letter privately, didn't you? Yuchi, I believed you before handing it over to you. You kept saying help me, but you acted in private. Harsh, you said you want to be friends with me, what kind of friend is this?!"

The girl cared about the child in her belly, and never got angry or tantrum.

At this moment, she had a cold face, and she was about to go outside.

Yuchi's face was humble, and he hurried to catch her: "I was wrong. It was because I was jealous of him that I refused to give him the letter. Don't get angry, my sister—"

Nan Baoyi ignored him and still had to leave.

Yuchi was anxious, and hurriedly held her thin shoulders and pushed her under the eaves.

Handsome and deep eyebrows, dyed in panic, he licked his dry lips and tried to make up: "I, I arranged for you to meet, will it be possible?"

meet……

Nan Baoyi looked up hesitantly: "Really?"

"Really!" Yuchi nodded earnestly, "In the next few days there will be a Lantern Festival in Jinling City, and all the people will go out to enjoy it. Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, I will arrange a place for you to meet... …"

Nan Baoyi knew that there was an army guarding the river bank.

She wanted to escape to Jiangbei, it was as difficult as reaching the sky.

But the second brother is good at martial arts, and it is not difficult for him to visit Jinling secretly.

The girl stroked her belly, Dan Feng's eyes sparkled with gleaming light.

Seeing her doing this, Yuchi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a piece of green plum candy from his wide sleeves and pulled her hand on his palm: "I heard that people who are pregnant like to eat sour, this kind of sugar is so sour, does my sister like it? I'll go buy a big bag."

The sugar cubes are crystal clear, and a green plum is wrapped in the snow-white icing.

Nan Baoyi looked at it for a moment, and whispered: "Yuchi, I don't love you. In my life, I can't fall in love with another man again."

The green plum syrup exudes a sweet and slightly sour fragrance, like a small green orange with white pedicles on the branches, and like an immature secret love.

Yuchi lowered his head: "I know... I knew it when I was in Chang'an."

Nan Baoyi stepped back two steps, politely blessed him, and left straight away.

It's fine today.

Because I could see my second brother in a few days, Nan Baoyi was in a good mood, and because Empress Shen didn't have the energy to control her for the time being, she just wandered around in Yuchi's mansion.

There is snow and ice in the garden, and a few plum trees are blooming.

The young Jiangzuo heroes gathered in the waterside pavilion, chatting, poems, feasts, drinks and frolics.

Yu Chishan was among them, but couldn't help but look frequently to the southeast.

Nan Baoyi looked at her. There was a stone boat in the southeast, which was shaded by green pines and cypresses. You could faintly see the gentleman in white surpassing the snow sitting inside like an immortal, with a black ribbon tied to the tail and joint The clear fingers stroked the strings, causing the white cranes to contend on the lake.

Opposite him, sitting on her knees was an unkempt girl who feasted on a table full of delicacies like an evil ghost reborn.

Nan Baoyi squinted at him for a long while, unbelievably: "Wei Chuchu?"