After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Cold palace.

    A lone lamp hung outside the window, and the shadow of the lamp was dim, shining the heavy snow of goose feathers in the long night.

    The narrow knife fell to the ground, with blood on the sharp blade.

    The woman in the purple palace dress fell into a pool of blood, her long silver hair was whiter than snow, and the corners of her delicate lips were stained with blood, like a poppy in full bloom.

    The slender white jade hand held a white fox mask tightly.

    The mask was shabby. It had been broken by someone before, and it was glued with clay. The red rope worn over the years has worn and broken, like a broken marriage.

    Shen Jiang half-closed his eyelashes, and the flying snow outside the window reflected in his pupils.

    The spring was strong that year, and the peach blossoms were like this snow.

    At that time, he was still the stunning and brilliant young overlord of Chang’an City, and when he learned that she refused to give a marriage, he immediately carried a sword and broke into her boudoir with red eyes.

    He questioned: “Marrying a lonely made you wronged? You are so reluctant!”

    She is also a young, beautiful and energetic age, and said crisply: “I only like gentle and introverted princes. The crown prince is vulgar and even disregarded. Etiquette breaks into my boudoir, I will never like you in my life!”

    He was heartbroken by these words.

    When I left, my back was very lonely.

    But she was afraid of being forced into marriage, so she packed up and left Chang’an that night.

    She met the gentle and elegant Zhaonu in Jiangnan.

    But I don’t know Zhaonu, who actually pretended to be.

    After many years in the palace, he faded away from the fresh clothes of the juvenile overlord. He became introverted and deep, gentle and quiet, just like the prince Xu of her youth.

    She thought it was due to her persecution, but it turned out that he just wanted to be her favorite man.

    ——I fell in love with Chang’an City when I first met…Now, I still love…The luckiest thing in this life is to meet Ajaan. The last thing I regret in this life is that I haven’t been able to protect Ajaan well… I’m sorry…

    On the boat that day, his last words before leaving were still in my ears.

    Xiao Yu, love her for a lifetime.

    Tears welled up.

    Shen Jiang moved towards Feixue outside the window, and slowly stretched out his hand: “Xiao Yu…”

    She came to see him.

    In her eyes, the soft white snow turned into a colorful fall.

    The girl Yingying who had not left the pavilion turned around and saw the young overlord wearing a thin armor, holding a red tassel helmet in her hand, and riding a night jade lion galloping.

    Horseshoe splashed all over the ground and dropped petals? Leave a scent of fragrance in the wind.

    He stretched out his hand to her, with a stubborn and presumptuous tone: “Ajaan? How boring is the deep palace, let’s take you alone to see the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!”

    His outstretched hand was covered with fine calluses.

    Both hands can hold a sword and play the piano.

    Shen Jiang placed his hand on his palm and lifted the skirt lightly with the other hand.

    She sat on his steed.

    The steed spreads four hooves? It gallops out of the palace like a meteor.

    From then on? All over the world, thousands of rivers and mountains? Ren Xiaoyao…

    The light of the palace lantern gently fell in Shen Jiang’s pupils.

    Eichhornia lost its life? Still amazingly bright.

    Ning Wanzhou knelt on the ground stiffly.

    He tightly covered Shen Jiang’s neck with his hands, and almost covered the back of his hand with blue veins violently, but he still couldn’t stop the blood from leaking out of his fingers.

    His thin lips are pale? His haggard face is full of panic? He repeats “Don’t die” in a low voice? But death can’t hear his prayer? That vivid life is fleeting in front of him, let him be a high authority The Lord Zhen Guo was of no avail.

    He was panting? Maintaining this position for half an hour? Until his hands were shaking with cold? He finally collapsed and fell to the ground.

    Shen Jiang is dead.

    He knew it would not be saved.

    Ning Wanzhou’s eyes are blood red? Picking up the narrow knife that fell on the ground? He hurriedly left Lenggong like crazy.

    He rode his horse back to the town government mansion against the wind and snow, plunged into the dark dormitory? He covered the door, but still could not restrain his shaking hands in the darkness.

    “Um… you’re back…”

    a murmur suddenly came from the corner of the bedroom.

    Nan Baozhu, who had fallen asleep on the bed, was awakened by him and rubbed his eyes in the dark? He fumbled for the flint and lit the lamp.

    The lamp was faint, dimly illuminating the bedroom.

    Nan Baozhu looked at Ning Wanzhou: “I’ll be back in the middle of the night? Where did you just

    go– ” Before the voice fell, she caught Ning Wanzhou’s blood.

    His hands were also full of blood, and his fingertips trembled lightly, as if he was about to be unable to hold the narrow knife.

    Her heart trembled.

    As her sight shifted, Ning Wanzhou’s eyes flushed red, as if she had lost her soul.

    She resisted the fear, stood up on the bed, and asked in a low voice, “You…you killed?”

    Ning Wanzhou closed her eyes.

    When he opened his eyes again, he finally recovered a bit of calmness, and asked hoarsely: “Where is your sister?”

    “I don’t know, maybe with the emperor, when she and the emperor hit you, you and me are dry and fire. Can’t bear to go

    home– ” “I killed Shen Jiang.” The

    room was quiet.

    Nan Baozhu was dumbfounded for a moment, and suddenly remembered about the Twin Gu.

    Her hand holding the bedpost quietly tightened, and her nails deeply cut out a few small crescents on the golden nanmu, until the nail broke and the bleeding beads, she recovered.

    She wanted to laugh, but the corners of her mouth twitched quickly, and she could no longer laugh.

    Tears burst into his eyes.

    Her eyes were wide open: “Late night, are you lying to me again? This joke is not funny at all, you quickly admit that it was made up to lie to me.”

    Seeing Ning Wanzhou’s face was pale When she spoke, she suddenly became hysterical: “What are you in a daze?! Can such a thing be a joke?! Ning Wanzhou, you,

    you— ” She was already choked with speech.

    She thumped her chest like an infarction, and suddenly ran outside quickly: “I want to go home and see, what kind of twins may be a lie!”

    Ning Wanzhou also had a glimmer of hope.

    Although the world’s gu poison is mysterious and mysterious, the twin gu is too evil, maybe it is the combination of Poinsettia and Shen Jiang who cheated them!

    He immediately turned around to follow Nan Baozhu.

    …It’s

    almost the end of the year, the night is long, and the snow is still falling.

    In a deep house in the north of Chang’an City, two children wearing thick jackets, each holding a small hand stove, are sitting dozing under the eaves outside the Danfang.

    When Doze was fragrant, the two little guys wrinkled their noses at the same time.

    They were awakened by the fragrance, rubbing their eyes and sitting upright.

    Glancing at the tightly closed door, they whispered:

    “It’s so fragrant, Master Guoshi must have made a great pill! But I don’t know what it is, it takes months and so long to make it! “

    Count the time, Master National Normal University should also go out! Ask him if he knows?” As he

    was talking, the door of the Danfang was pushed open.

    The young man in a Taoist robe has a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and his eyes are hard to conceal tiredness, but his handsome appearance with a smile is like a spring breeze.

    He shook the small white jade porcelain bottle, and smiled even more: “It’s a     pill .”

    It’s

late , late! !