After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

From time to time he looked out of the dark window.

He has been sitting here for an entire hour, but the bandit leader has not yet appeared...

While he was anxious, someone finally pushed the door open.

The girl has a light gauze skirt, her clavicle is like jade, and she holds a thin pipe on her fingertips.

She raised her red lips, and breathed out smoke rings at him ambiguously: "Shen Langjun, don't come here without any problems."

Shen Yichao's expression turned slightly cold.

This woman is...

He said in a deep voice, "Are you Yulouchun's oiran? You were also arrested up the mountain?"

Han Yanliang's smoking action froze slightly.

She glared at Shen Yichao with disgust, "Yulouchun is the place where songs are sung, not Flower Street and Liuxiang. I am not an oiran, I am the king of this cottage!"

Shen Yichao fell silent.

It turns out that the bandits on the tea-horse road have a queen...

He frowned, staring at Han Yanliang fearfully, shrinking back as she approached.

Until there was no way to retreat, the entire back was stuck to the wall.

He kept his hands in his sleeves, maintaining aloofness and arrogance, "What do you want to do to me?"

He didn't forget, in the early spring of the first day of the first year, when he caught a glimpse of the opera upstairs, the woman's red lips were slightly parted, and she smiled coquettishly and called him to come and play.

This woman must have liked him.

Han Yanliang bent down in front of him.

She blinked her watery eyes, and slowly approached him, her red lips were within easy reach.

Shen Yichao slowly clenched his hands in his sleeves.

This woman has a very special smell of tobacco, mixed with a little blood, which is not pleasant, but it definitely smells like a poppy flower, which has a fatal attraction to men.

His eyes fell on her red lips.

Do you want to accept it?

I don't know if such a woman who comes to my door will be clean...

He hesitated for a while, his heart was impatient, and he was about to kiss her.

But Han Yanliang deliberately avoided it.

She tilted her head slightly, and the corner of her bright red lips just brushed against his.

She chuckled vaguely.

With her slender hands, she randomly picked up the scissors on the window sill behind him, and she turned to walk towards the bronze fish lamp, leaving only Shen Yichao with a charming back.

Shen Yichao gritted his teeth.

This woman is deliberately teasing him!

He closed his eyes, his blood was rushing up, and he couldn't sit still.

Han Yanliang lazily cut off the too long wick, and said in a sarcastic voice, "The Shen family in Chang'an, a famous family of Dayong. Mr. Shen Xiaolang is a well-known second-rank son, why can't he sit still? I don't know, I thought You have sores on your ass."

Butt sores...

Shen Yichao was embarrassed.

How could this woman speak so vulgarly when she looked at her beauty?

Xiaowu of the Nan family was ranked eighth grade, and this woman, even if he judged her to be ninth grade, he would feel shabby!

She shouldn't be able to enter the class!

He stabilized his mind and said coldly: "How did you know that I am from Dayong's Shen family?"

"You can find out after a little research." Han Yanliang turned on the wick of the bronze fish lamp, and sat down opposite Shen Yichao, "In your spare time tonight, can I ask Shen Xiaolang to tell me the story of Dayong? General, go down to the people of the Li people, and the little girl will listen attentively."

Shen Yichao was silent.

It turned out that this woman kidnapped him to the mountain to learn about Dayong.

He said: "I don't talk to ordinary people."

"Heh..." Han Yan smiled coquettishly, resting her chin on her jade hand, and staring at Shen Yichao tenderly with her watery eyes, "Why do I look at it, Mr. Xiaolang seems very disappointed? You don't want to talk to me, is it because you want to talk to me?" What else do you want to do with me? Little man, you are good or bad!"

In the corner of the table, candles were lit.

She laughed so charmingly in the candlelight that Shen Yichao couldn't bear it.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" in his heart.

As soon as I read "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form", the smell of tobacco suddenly became strong.

Han Yanliang sat down next to Shen Yichao.

The slender hand dyed with Danko put it on his shoulder ambiguously.

She took his hand and shared the small brass scissors with him, cutting the jumping wicks short.

Her lips touched Shen Yichao's earlobe, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me stories, Mr. Xiaolang. I'm satisfied with cutting the candles in the west window with you tonight."

She tilted her head and leaned her cheek on his shoulder, like an attachment.

The homeland is like a dream, out of reach.

Getting close to a man from this native country is also considered a consolation.

Shen Yichao's body tensed like a bowstring.

The girl's body was delicate and weak, leaning against his shoulder like this made him restless, as if he had sores on his buttocks—ahhh, like ants on a hot pot.

His voice rolled, low and hoarse: "When can I go down the mountain?"

The girl is delicate and weak: "Xiao Langjun, I'm so lonely, please spend more time with me."

A night of east wind blows away the stars.

The next day, Qianqiu Snow Inn.

Nan Baoyi slept late last night, and when he woke up, he found that Xiao Yi had gone to check the relief money and was not in the house.

She washed and dressed herself, studied the map of Guan County for a while, and decided to go to the Yuelao Temple by the river in the afternoon.

She went downstairs waving her fan, and saw Cheng De and Nan Yan arguing in the lobby.

She asked the shopkeeper for a table of dishes, and watched while eating.

Nan Yan was crying, complaining that Cheng De didn't go to suppress the bandits because he didn't love her.

Cheng De scolded her for being ignorant, saying that suppressing bandits is no child's play, and it is impossible to mobilize troops casually.

Nan Baoyi took a sip of the thin noodles with shrimp roe.

"I quarreled all night last night, and the guests next door came to complain. If it weren't for Mr. Cheng's identity, I really want to kick them out!" The shopkeeper personally delivered a cup of bird's nest with rock sugar and red dates. The small kitchen is prepared for girls, how about you try the stew?"

Rock sugar bird's nest!

Nan Baoyi's eyes lit up.

She held the small bowl and took a bite, it was tender and sweet.

Thinking that the minister personally ordered the kitchen to prepare it, she couldn't help but feel very sweet, and even her mood became much more lively.

When she was eating happily, Cheng De actually started fighting with Nan Yan in the lobby!

He slapped Nan Yan on the face, and said angrily: "I brought you out, not to cause trouble for me! They were also arrested up the mountain, why didn't Nan Baoyi make trouble to suppress the bandits?!"

"Cheng De, I'm your woman!" Nan Yan covered her face in despair, "Don't you want to take revenge when your woman is captured by bandits?! What kind of man are you?!"

She ran out of the inn crying.

Nan Baoyi licked the bird's nest spoon.

Nan Yan is very vain and narrow-minded.

To her, being caught by the bandits was tantamount to a humiliation. In order to maintain her reputation, she would definitely hope that all the bandits would die.

But counting on that coward Cheng De to avenge her, it may be difficult in the next life.

She is in a better mood.

After lunch, she still held on to the round fan and wandered happily along the street.

She bought the skirt hairpin jewelry she liked, and ordered the shopkeeper to send it directly to Youshan Yaju.

She bought some sweet cakes to eat, followed the bustle, and unknowingly came to the Yuelao Temple by the river.

Numerous market vendors set up stalls around Yuelao Temple to sell.

Young men and women rub shoulders, not only to go to the market, but also to worship the moon and seek marriage, which is very lively.

Nan Baoyi took a bite of the pumpkin cake, and unexpectedly saw two acquaintances in the crowd.