After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi didn't want to do anything big.

But the marriage of King Yong is not a trivial matter. The well-known officials and wealthy businessmen of Chang'an City all came to celebrate with heavy gifts, fearing that they would be late and not be able to flatter him.

Nan Baoyi was busy dealing with the female relatives in her new boudoir until late at night. She finally took a breath after all the guests had left.

She held the round fan in one hand and supported the heavy golden peony corolla on her bun with the other hand. Just when she was dissatisfied that the corolla was too heavy, she heard the fan being pushed away.

She looked.

The man stepped into the threshold with a hint of drunkenness and the moonlight. The red silk tied in his hair was blown by the night wind. His face under the light was handsome and beautiful.

Seeing him looking over, she quickly put up a fan to cover her face like a rabbit.

Xiao Yi curled his thin lips.

It's not the first time she's getting married, and the little girl is still so shy.

He closed the door and said, "You have been making trouble all day, but are you tired?"

Nan Baoyi nodded.

Xiao Yi sat on the edge of the couch, held her little hand, and put down the gold-threaded fan.

The red candles were luxuriant, and his newlywed princess's face was as delicate and bright as a hibiscus. In his heart, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He raised his hand and touched her face: "It looks good."

Nan Baoyi's cheeks turned even redder, and he looked away unnaturally: "I said there's no need to make a fuss, yet you still want to make it so lively. This isn't the first time we've gotten married, and it's become known all over the city. Someone will laugh at me."

"Shili Hongzhuang, they are too late to envy you. How can they dare to laugh at you? What's more..." Xiao Yi said more seriously, "What's more, I not only want to give you a status, but also want to marry you in a big sedan chair and make everyone famous in the world. Everyone knows that Nan Baoyi is the princess that I, Xiao Daoyan, have officially passed through. She is not a concubine or a concubine, but a princess who has passed through the door in a serious manner. She is the bride of the Xiao family who will enter the royal family tree with me."

It's just a simple statement.

Nan Baoyi's eyes turned red quietly as she listened.

She didn't want Xiao Yi to see her crying, so she quickly turned away: "You are the only one who can speak... Hey, my golden crown is so heavy that my neck almost bends... Where did you order it from? Hair crown, help me take it off quickly..."

Xiao Yi gestured for her to turn her back to him, and while pulling out the hairpins that held the golden crown in place, he said, "If you don't like it, melt it down tomorrow and make some new jewelry."

"I won't do it." Nan Baoyi reluctantly hugged the golden peony hair crown that she took off, "Such a beautiful golden hair crown, I still want to wear it even if it bends my neck!"

"Little money lover."

Xiao Yi sneered lightly.

He rubbed the little girl's long crow-green hair that fell all over her back, lowered his head and kissed her hair.

He took out a pair of exquisite gold scissors, cut off a lock of green silk from himself and Nan Baoyi, tied them together with a red rope, and hid them preciously in a sandalwood brocade box.

"We are married as husband and wife..."

Nan Baoyi whispered.

Xiao Yi held up her little face, lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

From now on, he is willing to remain in love with Nan Jiaojiao.

…

In November,

The first snow of this winter fell in Chang'an City.

A spacious and luxurious carriage came from the north, slowly passed through the official road, entered the city gate and went straight to Prince Yong's Mansion.

The carriage was comfortably furnished, with a burner of incense burning in the corner.

Lang Jun, who was wearing a dark purple fox fur, was leaning on a small couch, with ebony Buddhist beads hanging from his fingertips. His low-hanging eyelashes were too long, blocking his pupils, and he was turning the pages of a book calmly.

Maybe he saw something interesting, and he laughed silently. The winter light and shadow came in through the window, and he was really beautiful and feminine with red lips and white teeth.

The little eunuch Qin Feng who was waiting on him couldn't help but laugh along with him.

Ever since the late emperor passed away and Miss Nan left the royal court, the master has been expressionless all day long, handling family and state affairs like an emotionless carved puppet. He is even more gloomy and terrifying than when he was in Shengjing City in the past, as if he has lost the ability to smile. ability.

In order to make his master happy, he pondered for many days and asked someone to buy a book of stories written by Miss Nan in the past. It was obviously a very simple and childish story, but his master often read it and occasionally smiled, which made him very happy.

He poured Gu Chongshan a cup of hot tea, opened the curtains and looked towards the street.

Chang'an is prosperous.

Because it is winter, the roofs of every household are covered with bacon and dried fruits and vegetables. The people on the street look rich and prosperous. This year of Dayong is probably a good harvest year.

He turned back and said: "Master, we have entered the city and are almost at Prince Yong's Mansion!"

Gu Chongshan said "hmm".

The carriage drove for another half an hour before finally entering the street where Prince Yong's Mansion was located.

Qinfeng opened the car curtain and Gu Chongshan took advantage of the situation and looked over.

The plaque of "Prince Yong's Mansion" is hung high, the vermilion riveted door of the mansion is tightly closed, and the stone lions squatting on both sides are majestic and tall, covered with a thin layer of snow.

Qinfeng said excitedly: "Master, are you going to knock on the door now?"

Gu Chongshan was stroking the pages of the book, but before he could answer, another carriage came approaching from afar.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of Prince Yong's Mansion. The man who stepped out of the carriage first, with leather belts and military boots and a golden crown tied his hair, turned around to hug the petite beauty who came out of the carriage.

The beauty's face is like a hibiscus, and her complexion is rosy and clear.

Her voice was soft, and she said coquettishly in the first snow: "Second brother, please don't hug me. There is a footstool here, why should you hug me? I am no longer a three-year-old child!"

The man still carried her to the clean steps without hesitation: "The snow is slippery, and I'm afraid it will stain the delicate embroidered shoes and skirt."

The two were arguing, and a small head suddenly popped out of the carriage.

Ah Ruian yelled in a childish voice: "Father, grandma, you two should not be affectionate to each other. My sister and I eat dog food all day long and can't even eat! Father, can you hug grandma?" Can’t you give me and my sister a hug? My sister and I are the ones who need to be carried off the carriage!”

Another little head poked out.

The little girl is pink and jade-like, wearing a small hibiscus-colored palace skirt, and her curved eyebrows look like Nan Baoyi.

She echoed in a sweet voice: "Human!"

The little girl fell ill and lost her voice when she was young, but now she has been well cared for and grown up, and with Nan Baoyi's patient teaching every day, she can occasionally produce a few simple tones.

Xiao Yi smiled.

He walked over, picked up a child in one hand, and went straight into Prince Yong's Mansion with Nan Baoyi.

The door of the palace gradually closed.

The first snow fell, dyeing the streets white.

Qinfeng was anxious: "Master, why didn't you go over just now? You came all the way to visit them. Miss Nan will definitely be happy to see you!"

Gu Chongshan twirled the Buddhist beads quietly.

He stared at the two doors for a long time and then said calmly: "It's not necessary."

Qinfeng was stunned: "Master?! We traveled for a month before arriving in Chang'an! You didn't even meet me -"

Gu Chongshan raised his hand to stop him.

He took out a letter from his arms and drafted an imperial edict: "Go and put it at the door of Prince Yong's Mansion."

Qinfeng's eyes gradually turned red.

He took the imperial edict without saying a word and reluctantly placed it beside the steps of Prince Yong's Mansion.

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Good night duck

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