After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Watching a play?"

Nan Baoyi glanced at the six jugs of fine wine.

She smiled, and put her little hand in Xiao Yi's palm.

Xiao Yi embraced her delicate body, spun up, and landed firmly on the red lacquered beam.

After half a cup of tea.

The aristocratic young master in white clothes, with his hands wrapped in his wide sleeves, stepped slowly into the small hall.

He looked around, and his delicate Yuanshan eyebrows couldn't help frowning, "I heard the maid said that the second aunt was talking to people here, why did she disappear after a while?"

He originally wanted to hook up with Second Aunt and asked her to write to First Aunt quietly and send someone to Nanyue to pick him up...

Jiang Suihan followed behind him, shaking his folding fan lightly, "Xiao Shen, I'm not talking about you, you're an old man now, why do you always want to go home and find your mother? If you come, you'll be at peace, and we brothers will be of the same mind. What's wrong with making contributions to gold?"

Shen Yichao remained silent.

He sat down behind the short case and saw that the case was full of wine.

Every pot is very exquisite, and it is barely worthy of his status.

He rolled up his sleeves to pour the wine, and drank slowly.

He raised his brows with slight sorrow, "More than two hundred years ago, Dayong merged all the countries and unified the world. How glorious is it? But later, the princes rebelled everywhere... The royal family of Nanyue is one of the rebels! Standing on the land of Nanyue , I am suffering all the time!"

He poured another cup of wine and drank it down with grief and indignation.

"Is it the land of the king in the whole world, and the land of the king?" Jiang Suihan leaned against the window, watching the garden scenery with a smile, "If you have Dayong in your heart, then the land you stand on is also the land of Dayong. Xiao Shen Ah, you are just too persistent."

"Master Jiang is used to being free and doesn't understand the grief and indignation of my Dayong clan. Sooner or later, my Dayong's iron cavalry will conquer all countries and recreate a peaceful and prosperous world!"

After Shen Yichao finished speaking, he drank another glass of wine.

Living in a foreign country, the country is restless...

You have to see with your own eyes how the princes who bowed their heads to Dayong in the past turned into royalty and enjoyed the feast in style.

The grievances of the past few days have quietly fermented in today's bustle.

The noble young master who has always been bright and windy, as indifferent as water, drank wine one after another.

In just a short time, all the fine nectar and jade liquid in the white jade pot was drank up.

Fortunately, there are still five jugs of wine on the table.

His eyes were peach blossom red, his fair cheeks seemed to be dyed with rouge, his thin lips were stained with crystal wine, his long eyes were like peonies, and his slightly drunk appearance was extraordinarily charming, as if blown by the warm wind in March Open spring water.

Red painted beams.

Nan Baoyi stretched out his little head, dumbfounded.

She reckoned that those wines were all flavored.

Shen Yichao's appearance now confirmed her guess.

She whispered: "Second brother, do you want to stop him?"

Xiao Yi hugged her.

The little girl was delicate and soft, and it was sweet and fragrant to hold in his arms, and he was already reluctant to let go.

He bowed his head, and deliberately pressed his thin lips against the little girl's ears,

"Han Yanliang is in Nanfu Garden, don't be afraid."

Nan Baoyi was speechless.

Hearing the meaning of the second brother, it seems that he wants to...

Before she could think about it, Jiang Suihan walked from the window to the short desk.

He looked at Shen Yichao in surprise, "Xiao Shen, why are you so drunk?!"

Shen Yichao was lying on the short table, his eyelashes were stained with fine crystal tears, looking at him through the hazy eyes of tears, unconsciously biting his bright red lips.

Jiang Suihan finally noticed something was wrong.

He sniffed Shen Yichao's wine cup, and his face paled instantly.

He lifted the lids of other jugs and smelled them one by one, his expression became even uglier.

Who sent so many cooking wine? !

If you drink all of this, who the hell can bear it? !

While nervously checking, Shen Yichao suddenly touched his hand ambiguously.

The drunk-faced noble young man squinted his beautiful long eyes, and said softly: "I look at the little lady, she has beautiful features..."

Jiang Suihan had goosebumps all over his body!

He shook off Shen Yichao's hand and kicked him to the ground!

He shook his fan violently, and said sharply: "I am a god, and I can't save you with such a strong medicine! Xiao Shen, what can you tell me? Can you drink whatever you want?!"

Seeing that Shen Yichao's condition was getting worse, he had no choice but to find Han Yanliang.

He knew that there was a slight difference between Han Yanliang and Shen Yichao.

It would be great if the other party is willing to help, but if not...

Jiang Suihan was speechless.

He can only send Shen Yichao to the brothel...

on the beam.

Nan Baoyi blushed.

She whispered: "Second brother, let's leave for now?"

Xiao Yi fiddled with her little pearl, his eyes filled with thought.

Although watching live erotic palaces is very interesting, but his little girl is not as good as Ji after all. Shen Yichao's things are so ugly, if he doesn't do it right, he might end up with a needle's eye.

He was about to respond when footsteps were heard on the stairs.

Jiang Suihan's voice followed: "I was about to find Boss Han, but you came here first. It can be seen that you and Xiao Shen are destined, haha."

"Last time when I was sick, he went to Yulouchun to take care of me for two days. This time, taking advantage of the opportunity of coming to Nanfu to sing an opera, thanking him in person is considered polite." Han Yanliang said in a charming voice, "What is Miracle Doctor Jiang doing here? , won't you go up with me?"

"No, no, I, I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first, take my leave, hehehe..."

The sound of Jiang Suihan's footsteps gradually drifted away as if fleeing for his life.

Han Yanliang let out a light snort, and stepped into the small hall.

The hall is quiet.

The bamboo curtains by the window are rolled up high, and a few hibiscus flowers bloom innocently in white porcelain vases.

Han Yanliang held up the wide veil skirt, stepped on the wooden plank with bare feet, jokingly: "Hey, it's sunny and bright, how did you drink like this?"

Shen Yichao slowly got up from the floor.

He sat cross-legged, stared at Han Yanliang with red eyes for a moment, then suddenly reached out to pour wine.

"Very thirsty."

He whispered.

After filling a glass of wine, he handed it to Han Yanliang, "Drink together?"

Han Yanliang sat across the short table and took the wine cup.

She raised her sleeves to cover half of her face, and her drinking posture was extremely charming and coquettish.

After finishing the drink, Shen Yichao obediently filled it up for her again.

Down a few glasses.

Han Yanliang held her fragrant cheeks, her slightly raised almond eyes were moist, and the end of her eyes gradually turned crimson, she stared at Shen Yichao charmingly.

She raised her vermilion lips, and said in a soft voice, "How can I see, Xiao Langjun is very handsome today?"

"Sister Han is also very beautiful today."

Sister Han...

Han Yan laughed coldly.

She stretched out her slender fingers, caressing Shen Yichao's brow tenderly and ambiguously, "Xiao Langjun's eyebrows are full of sorrow, but what makes you unhappy? Tell me to make me happy."

Shen Yichao was feeling down.

I can't tell where it's bad, it's just hot.

It's hot and dry.

The girl's fingertips pressed between his brows, carrying a numb warmth.

His crimson eyes gradually became chaotic, like a thirsty traveler in the desert found a clear spring, not only wanted to drink, but also frantically wanted to drink more...

His Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly moved to Han Yanliang's side.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the girl's neck, as if coquettishly: "Sister, the little man is suffering in his heart."

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