After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

 “His Royal Highness!” In

    the palace corridor not far away, the aftertaste happened to pass by. Seeing Awei standing alone at the door of the bedroom, he was shocked and quickly led him to the side.

    She knelt down and took out a piece of candy from her sleeve and stuffed it into Ah Wei’s mouth: “Your Majesty is not allowed to disturb. If you offend him, you will be punished.” The

    candy melted between her lips and teeth , but Ah Wei was not at all. Feel sweet.

    He sobbed: “Aunt Yuwei, I want to see my mother-in-law…” After

    Weiwei thought of Nan Baoyi, his heart could not help but colic.

    She held back her tears and smiled and held Ah Weak with a smile: “The empress is still recovering from illness, and she can see you when she recovers. Didn’t Your Royal Highness always want to perform swordsmanship for her? You can practice, and in the future she will I can see it.”

    A weak did not believe her.

    He broke away from the lingering hand, stood still, raised his sleeves and wiped his tears, resisting to leave.

    Finish had to coax him: “? Little princess crying badly, both less than her Majesty, you are her Xiong, you have to take the initiative to take up the responsibility to take care of his sister not to go, slaves take you to see my sister,”

    the mention A Chou, A weak tears stopped slightly.

    Yes, if the emperor takes care of A-niang, no one will take care of his younger sister.

    He is also an indomitable young man, he should take good care of his sister.

    Aweak stopped crying, and looked at the closed bedroom door with nostalgia before leaving aftertaste obediently.

    The cold wind rolled up the dead leaves and the snow was blown off the branches.

    A withered five-petal plum flower swirled into the palace corridor and fell into the gap under the door of the palace like a peeping. It touched the hot inside and quietly shook the fine snow on the stamens.

    There was a thriving earth dragon burning in the bedroom, and the temperature was even hotter than at the turn of spring and summer. Because the doors and windows were closed, the heat was filled with stuffiness, as if it would make people breathless.

    The light and shadow are dim, the outer hall is messy, the bookshelves fall to the ground and the chapters are torn apart, the expensive antique jade smashes all over the floor, the air is full of strong smell of smoke, the gold silk woven cashmere carpet is covered with soot, all the way to the inner hall. Go, but stopped abruptly outside the bead curtain.

    The bead curtain is like a moat, separating two different worlds.

    The inner temple is luxurious and clean.

    On the red sandalwood makeup mirror, there are exquisite rouge gouache pearl hairpin jewelry, and a fresh golden hibiscus flower is carefully inserted in the white jade bottle.

    The dragon tent of woven gold and flowing cloud yarn is rolled up high with gold hooks, and the brocade with the vermillion embroidered dragon pattern is meticulous. Nan Baoyi slept on this dragon bed.

    She is obviously sick, but her long crow green hair scattered between the pillows is still as smooth as silk, her small face is pale and delicate, and her slightly raised eyelashes cast two shadows on her cheeks. Although it is sickly, it adds to the usual There is no delicate romance.

    In the dull silence, suddenly a rough piano sound rang leisurely.

    The man in plain white bedclothes sat lazily on the window sill, without shoes and socks, and hadn’t been groomed for many days. The neckline was loosely opened, and a black hairband tied up the messy ponytail perfunctorily, following him. He lowered his head and plucked the three strings, and the broken hair from his forehead fell in front of his cheeks, covering his eyes.

    His cuffs were rolled up at random, his wrists were thin but still strong and strong, and there were several rounds of half-old red rope wrapped around his wrists, and there was a winning coin strung on the red rope.

    He played the sanxian with great patience.

    Occasionally, when I raised my eyes to look at the dragon couch, the narrow and long Danfeng eyes were dark and dark.

    It seemed that no one could be seen in those eyes except the girl on the dragon couch.

    Complete the song.

    Xiao Yi carried Sanxian and walked to the dragon couch, looking at the girl, with a hoarse and low voice: “Nan Jiaojiao, I know a lot. With my hands, I can hold a knife for Jiangshan Sheji and play the piano for you. If you wake up, I can still make up and stroke your eyebrows, do you believe it or not?”

    The girl on the dragon bed fell asleep quietly.

    No one answered him.

    Xiao Yi closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes flushed with bruises.

    He turned around and went to the outer hall with Sanxian.

    He violently smashed the bead curtain, turning his back to the inner hall, and suddenly smashed Sanxian on the white jade floor tiles.

    Sanxian let out a shrill shudder.

    The piano body destroyed the strings and broke apart. However, to him, this valuable former guqin was nothing but a gadget to please Nan Jiaojiao. Since it was useless, it would be destroyed.

    As if he still couldn’t calm his mind, he strode to the hall and threw the bogu shelves, bookcases and other furniture to the ground in one breath, and kicked again, breaking the solid red sandalwood bookcase and kicking it. His feet were dripping with blood, which was a relief.

    He was expressionless, wiped the blood from his feet on the velvet blanket, and then turned back to the inner hall.

    With red eyes, he held Nan Baoyi in his arms without saying a word, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, his rough palms trembled, and the sadness in Dan Feng’s eyes almost overflowed…

    just as he slowly closed When I raised my eyes, there was a loud knock on the door suddenly, and Jiang Suihan shouted in excitement: “Brother Xiao family, let us go in. The national teacher said there is a way to wake up Nan

    Xiaowu !” Xiao Yi still closed his eyes.

    He didn’t believe a word of Poinsettia now.

    There was a commotion outside the hall.

    Poinsettia and Jiang Suihan drove away the waiting guards, and broke into the bedroom regardless.

    Jiang Suihan looked at Nan Baoyi, unable to hide his excitement: “Brother Xiao family, the Chinese teacher said that there is a snow-capped mountain named Baishou on the northern Great Wall, and on the top of the mountain there is a Taoist temple built by a foreigner with strange flowers. One of the grasses is called Jieyou, which can be deadly flesh and bones!” The

    poinsettia flicked the dust: “The Jieyou only survives on the top of the mountain and snow, and it blooms in fifty years and bears fruit in fifty years. Good disciples, count you Fortunately, another six years will be the day when the worries will be

    relieved . When the time comes, I will pick the fruit for the little junior sister to eat. Are you worried that she won’t wake up?” Xiao Yi’s pupils moved slightly.

    He glanced lightly at Poinsettia, and he smiled like a spring breeze, it was difficult to tell whether what he said was true or false.

    He doesn’t believe that poinsettia can be so kind.

    He said: “Even if there is a miracle medicine, Nan Jiaojiao now does not get water and rice, she relies on pill to continue her life, six years, can she last six years?”

    Every day, every night…

    whenever he lifts Nan Jiaojiao, he felt that his little girl seemed to be thin again.

    He was afraid, afraid that she could not find a way, she was gone… the

    poinsettia laughed.

    He warmly said, “What’s the difficulty? It’s better to wait for the beginning of spring and send the little junior sister to Baishou Mountain. There is a crystal coffin in Baishou Mountain, and the material is about the same as that of Jinling Dragon Palace. If you lie down, you can eat it. If you don’t drink to continue to live, it’s very suitable for the little junior girl——”

    Before the words fell, a sharp blade whizzed towards us!

    Avoid poinsettia in time.

    Xiao Yi was expressionless: “I know that you, the thief and Taoist, are deceiving me again. It is false to relieve your worry. It is true to lie to me and send Nan Jiaojiao away far away!” The

    thief and Taoist…

    Poinsettia wants to beat him.

    He is a good master when he asks for him.

    When he loses his temper, he becomes a thief!