After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Although it is daytime, the light and shadow in the kiln are still dim.

The private seats are covered with smoky pink gauze curtains, creating a charming atmosphere.

A furnace of sweet incense is slowly burning in the corner, and the breath is full of various styles.

A delicate and white hand gently lifted the curtain.

Nan Yan combed her black cloud-like long hair with her fingers, got up and went to bed, her eyes were like jade and smoke, and she was as charming as a fox, "My servant waits on my uncle to get dressed."

As he spoke, he walked barefoot to Mu Shi who was covered with clothes.

She reached for the brocade robe.

A jade pendant fell from the depths of the brocade robe's sleeve pocket, and just slipped into Nan Yan's palm.

Nan Rou lowered her eyes.

It was a dragon-shaped jade pendant with perfect color and luster. The blue dragon was powerful, the carving was exquisite, and it was lifelike, as if it had the power of a dragon.

But in an instant, Nan Rou's heart had already set off a wave of great waves.

Only emperors and princes are eligible to wear dragon-shaped jade pendants!

The person on the couch was about the same age as her father, so there was no way he could be the prince.

She just served...

Is it today? !

That's right, even though she was in the brothel, she also heard that Xue Dingwei was plotting to rebel, which must have alarmed the emperor, he came here on purpose in disguise.

The hand holding Yupei couldn't stop trembling slightly.

She used to pray to God and Buddha every night, praying to God to give her a chance to escape and make a comeback, but now, that chance is in front of her!

As long as she can be caught, she is the concubine, the woman of today!

What is the richest man in Jinguan City, and what is Nan Baoyi? !

Nan Yan suppressed the throbbing and ecstasy in her heart, and put the dragon-shaped jade pendant back into her sleeve pocket calmly.

She drew up the curtain with copper hooks, and personally served the emperor to put on his shoes and socks, and also served him to change his clothes and comb his hair.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lowered her head to fasten her belt.

The emperor took pity on her when she was young, so he asked kindly, "Okay, why are you crying?"

"I met an unkind person and was sold into a brothel. You are the person who treats me the best these days." Nan Yan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, "Uncle, I am very happy...very happy!"

As he spoke, his voice turned into whimpering and crying.

Like a little fox caught in a hunter's trap, pitiful and charming, men especially pity her.

The emperor felt more sorry for her, and took her by the hand and sat on the couch, "Tell me, why are you so unruly? If you come here for abduction, I'll make the decision for you!"

Nan Yan leaned against him, choked with sobs and said, "I was originally the daughter of the third master of the Nan family. I was raised pampered and read a lot of poetry and books. Later, the son of Cheng Taishou's family took a fancy to my beauty and used his official authority to oppress me. My family and I snatched me into the house with strong means...

"Later, the Cheng family committed crimes and the whole family fell into ruin. Mrs. Cheng vented her anger on me and sold me into this kind of place... Uncle Mingjian, my behavior is just like that of a high-mountain autumn chrysanthemum. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branch. Why have I ever been blown into the north wind?

"I refused to obey, and would rather die than accept guests. The old bustard stabbed me hard with an embroidery needle and threatened me. If I don't obey, she will spread the shameless daughter of the Nan family everywhere. I think of the family.

I had no choice but to abandon myself to preserve the family's reputation..."

As she spoke, she covered her face and cried.

It seems extremely sad.

The emperor's face was full of anger.

He didn't know that there were such unconscionable things in Nanyue Kingdom!

He took Nan Yan's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Your father is next door, don't worry, I will seek justice for you for the wrong you suffered!"

Nanyan Pear Blossom with rain.

She looked at the emperor with misty eyes and full of admiration, and after a while, she suddenly knelt down in front of him resolutely.

She raised her small face, and said in a soft voice, "If uncle can help me, then you are Yan'er's benefactor! Yan'er knows that her body is dirty, but Yan'er has nothing in return, so she just uses this body as a cow for you Sweeping the court steps like a horse, I hope you will accept Rouge!"

The girl's admiration and gratitude almost overflowed her eyes.

No man can refuse to be stared at by such a pair of tearful almond eyes, no man can refuse such a hug.

The emperor was moved by her simplicity and kindness, so he helped her up himself.

He said seriously: "You have a pure temperament, and you are a rare good girl in the world. Since I have taken your innocence, I will naturally not give you a title. Go, I will take you to see your father."

Nan Yan put on her big sleeves and obediently followed him out.

When passing through the bead curtain, she raised her eyelashes, and her pupils were full of sarcasm and malice.

Her comeback is just around the corner.

I don't know Nan Baoyi, but are you ready to accept her new identity?

After all, she is just a daughter of a merchant. Compared with the concubine, what is she?

Nan Yan was convinced that when they met again, Nan Baoyi would kneel down respectfully at her feet with everyone in the Nan family and call her "Niangniang".

The girl whom Nan Yan misses is still waiting in the bookstore.

Half of the Dahongpao has cooled down.

Nan Baoyi closed the scroll and asked, "When will your shopkeeper come back?"

The maid was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She apologized and said: "The shopkeeper said before going out that he was just having a meal with friends and would be back soon. But our shopkeeper has always been out of tune, maybe he didn't come back drunk, and I don't know... If Miss Nan is in a hurry, why not wait Go back to the mansion first, wait for the shopkeeper to come back, and the servant will let him visit you."

Nan Baoyi looked out the window.

As dusk approached, the wind picked up in the streets.

The sky was clouded with dark clouds, the light and shadow were dim, and an autumn rain was about to fall.

She didn't want to wait any longer, put down the teacup, got up and said: "I will visit tomorrow."

The lotus leaf tied her a carmine satin cloak.

The maid looked a little dazed.

This fifth girl from the Nan family has gradually become famous since the Huachao Festival last year.

Now in the year of the golden hairpin, the appearance has grown a lot, the skin is more snowy, the eyebrows are red and the lips are red, and the look is full and moving, just like the hibiscus this autumn, beautiful and precious, one can tell at a glance that it has been carefully raised in the deep boudoir The rich and delicate flowers.

Since becoming the Princess of the Jin Dynasty, her demeanor is neither arrogant nor flattering, but more graceful and elegant.

She is the type of daughter who sees it at home and thinks it looks good...

Nan Baoyi stepped out of the bookstore.

He Ye winked at the maid triumphantly, "Is my lady pretty?"

The maid blushed and said with a smile: "Princess Baoyi, of course she is extremely beautiful."

"When I see Miss every morning, I feel that she is two points prettier than yesterday." He Ye smiled, "I really don't know who in Jinguan City is lucky enough to marry my lady!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly chased after Nan Baoyi.

The wind in the street is getting stronger.

The vendors facing the street were yelling to sell the last bit of goods, and the restaurant flags were blown upside down, making a sharp rustling sound.

Nan Baoyi was holding the manuscript and was about to board the carriage when the sound of horseshoes came from afar.

The woman in red came riding on horseback.

She was knocked to the ground, and a thick stack of manuscript paper rolled up into the sky with the autumn wind.

On the third floor of the bookstore, Chu Huainan looked out from the window.

The wind of late autumn, the bustling Qingshi Street.

She fell to the ground, her red cloak was like a blooming hibiscus, she raised her head and stared at the manuscript paper all over the sky, her brows were full, she was the most delicate and pure beauty in the world.

At this moment, Chu Huainan's heartbeat suddenly became unbalanced.

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