After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"My family..." Nan Baoyi rubbed his belly in embarrassment, "Have you finished giving birth?"

The atmosphere in the lobby is eerie.

"Young madam! Wen Po is here!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Nan Baoyi looked over.

Zhuzhu was wearing Wenpo's costume, with a comforting expression of "I'm here to save the day" all over her face.

She rushed onto the stage and covered her cheeks in horror, "Ah, young lady, your umbilical cord and placenta fell to the ground! Go and lie down on the couch, or your intestines will fall out!"

Nan Baoyi: "..."

It seems that there is no such line in her play?

However, Nan Baozhu acted extremely vigorously.

She not only helped her to lie down on the couch, but also pretended to pick up three pillows, hugged her in her arms and teased: "Young Madam, this child is so handsome, he looks very much like the emperor! Look, they are still treating me Laughing!"

The theater was silent.

The crowd of dark personal guards were forced to watch this mentally retarded performance, wanting to laugh but not daring, each one of them held back very hard.

But undoubtedly, this scene is much more interesting than any fight between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Seating.

The old lady rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

However, looking horizontally and vertically, the two live treasures on the stage are both her own granddaughters.

They are all her own flesh and blood, even if their little faces are painted with heavy ink, she, as a grandmother, can recognize them at a glance.

She took Jiang's hand and said in a low voice: "Second daughter-in-law, why did Jiaojiao and Zhu girl run to the stage? You are a good lady, what do you mean by showing your face in the theater? What a nonsense!"

The Jiang family was embarrassed.

It's fine to show her face, the key is that her daughter acted like a mentally retarded.

After Nan Baozhu put the three pillows into the cradle, she ran to the couch and said loudly: "Young Madam, don't be afraid, I will help you to stuff your intestines back, and I will definitely keep your mother and child safe! To tell you the truth, Young Madam, I I studied under the master doctor of Shu County, and came to the emperor's mansion to be a stable woman incognito, just out of interest, my medical skills are actually very good!"

Nan Baoyi wants to cry but has no tears.

In order to cooperate with the little cousin, she had to act out the weird scene of stuffing her intestines back.

I don't know if this scene can get back on track!

On the second floor, Xiao Yi leisurely watched the play.

He felt that watching Nan Jiaojiao give birth to nine sons in a row was more exciting than watching the old lady scold Huang.

Just when Shiyan came back, there was a whisper in his ear.

He ate a piece of orange slowly.

"Farewell My Concubine", Concubine Yu committed suicide...

The little girl is smart and knows how to protect herself without harming herself.

Now she is on the stage again, apparently to prepare an alibi for herself.

Shi Yan looked at the anxiously waiting Liu family, and asked in a low voice, "Liu Duanfang's body is still in the background, do you want to clean it up?"

"She's doing a great job of not being involved."

"yes!"

On the stage, Nan Jiaojiao was giving birth to her sixth child, and she screamed a thousand times.

Nan Baozhu was holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a long saw in the other, screaming and using force, it didn't look like delivering a baby, but rather urging her to die.

Xiao Yi ate orange petals, his eyes were gentle.

If the little girl doesn't want to work hard, then he is willing to hide her under his wings, pampering and caring for her.

If she wanted to rely on her own strength to strike the eagle into the sky and climb straight up into the blue clouds, then he was also willing to let her go and let her soar.

Xiao Yi will always be Nan Jiaojiao's last retreat.

The seventh scene is coming to an end.

Nan Yan's face turned cold, and she couldn't help but look backstage.

It's been half an hour, why hasn't Liu Duanfang come back?

I didn't see the maid spreading gossip, saying that Nan Baoyi had an affair with a man.

The whole theater building was extraordinarily peaceful, as if infected by the two mentally handicapped actors on the stage, and full of foolishness.

When Nan Yan was about to be unable to sit still, a maid finally came over with a pale face.

She saluted everyone in the Nan family, and said anxiously: "Backstage, something happened in the backstage..."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up.

The brothers and sisters-in-law of the Liu family were equally excited.

Mrs. Liu stood up and excitedly held the maid's hand, "Is it related to my son?!"

She seemed to see all the Nan family's Wanguan family wealth falling into the Liu family's pocket!

She seemed to see Nan Baoyi serving their family attentively!

The maid withdrew her hand, with a tense expression: "The young master of the Liu family who came to the show with you, in the background, killed himself...Bleeding all over the floor, he is already out of breath..."

Everyone was silent.

After digesting the news, Mrs. Liu turned pale and stumbled towards the backstage.

Nan Yan lowered her head, hiding the disbelief on her face.

Liu Duanfang is selfish and greedy by nature, everyone in the world is dead, and he is reluctant to make fun of his own life.

He will never kill himself...

There must be some misunderstanding!

The Nan family's complexion was not very good-looking.

Nan Mu helped the old lady up, and said softly: "Mother, you are too old to see bloodshed. Your female relatives go back to the mansion first, and leave this place to the boy. I think someone will come to the yamen soon, and the boy will take care of it."

The old lady nodded.

Jiang shi supported the old lady, and a group of female relatives went downstairs in a mighty manner.

They boarded the carriage outside the theater, and the old lady told Xiao Yi to hurry up and take the two younger sisters back home before letting the carriage set off.

Not long after they left, Cheng De came over with the yamen servants.

The backstage has long been emptied.

Cheng De covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, examined the corpse himself, and said indifferently: "It looks like suicide, what do you say?"

The elderly patriarch examined it carefully, then cupped his hands and said, "I report to Mr. Cheng, after investigation by the humble officer, this man did indeed kill himself. The wound on his neck was caused by his own right hand using a sword. "

Nan Yan pushed aside the crowd and stood up with tears in her eyes.

She cried: "Brother Cheng, the man who died was my cousin Liu Duanfang! He even said a few days ago that he had a sweetheart, so it is absolutely impossible for him to commit suicide! There must be some misunderstanding, Brother Cheng, You need to find the murderer who killed my cousin!"

She threw herself into Cheng De's arms, and she cried like a pear blossom with rain.

Cheng De frowned.

With so many yamen servants watching, what kind of words does Nan Yan throw herself into her arms like this?

He pushed Nan Yan away, "The only doubt is why Liu Duanfang was wearing a woman's costume when he died. Nan Yan, does Liu Duanfang have a habit of wearing women's clothing?"

His businesslike attitude made Nan Yan very uncomfortable.

She wiped her tears and said softly: "I don't have such a habit. Presumably, the one who put on the costume for him is the murderer who killed him... Besides, Brother Cheng, there is another matter, Yan'er doesn't know if I should say it or not." speak."

"Human life is at stake, but it doesn't matter if you say it."

"My cousin's sweetheart is Nan Baoyi, and..." Nan Yan hesitated to speak, "When my cousin left the private seat, it was also because he wanted to find her. I don't know if his death has anything to do with Nan Baoyi. Whether there is any connection, why not ask brother Cheng to summon her here, so that she can be confronted face to face."