After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi lay in the boudoir for two days.

She heard from her little cousin that in the past two days Xiao Yi came to the door several times with the marriage certificate, but was rejected by the Nanfu servants.

"Keep saying I love you, but raise a woman outside behind your back, what the hell!" Nan Baozhu was furious, "I used to think he was a gentleman, but now it seems that he is nothing more than that! Jiaojiao, don't be sad , it’s hard to find a two-legged toad, but can’t you find a two-legged man?”

Nan Baoyi leaned back on the Babu bed.

The lacquered hair was scattered in front of him, making his small face pale and thin.

She hadn't eaten much in the past two days, and her eyes that were always bright on weekdays had turned into sadness, and she no longer had the innocent and innocent look of the past.

She drooped her eyelashes, staring at the golden embroidered hibiscus flowers on the brocade quilt.

Nan Baozhu couldn't help but sigh softly.

Her family, Jiaojiao, is an infatuated kind.

The love is deep and lifeless, she gave her sincerity, but Xiao Yi let her down, this is a blow to her too much.

Twilight will be late.

Thick dark clouds piled up in the sky, covering up all the brilliance between the sky and the earth, and the courtyard was filled with a chilly feeling, and it was snowing like goose feathers at night.

Nan Baozhu tucked the quilt for her, and coaxed her: "When you recover, I'll take you to Guanfengtai Yuelao Temple to seek marriage. OK, okay?"

Nan Baoyi wrung her thin white hands and said nothing.

Nan Baozhu felt sorry for her.

She hugged Nan Baoyi tenderly, got up and went to the small kitchen to urge dinner.

There was heavy snow outside the window.

It was late at night, and the boudoir of Chaowenyuan was still full of lights.

The meals on the round table remained untouched, and the bird's nest porridge had cooled down.

Yu Wei took care of Nan Baoyi, and said worriedly: "The princess doesn't eat water and rice, just sits on the bed in a daze, what should I do if this goes on? Since you refuse to eat, why don't you sleep for a while? You last night If you don’t sleep all night, if you continue like this, your body will suffer.”

Seeing that Nan Baoyi didn't respond, she turned around and blew out the flame of the candlestick.

Nan Baoyi said in a hoarse voice, "No."

Yu Wei was stunned, and looked back at her: "The fire is so bright, how can I sleep without blowing out a few lamps?"

"No." The girl was stubborn.

The aftertaste couldn't hold her back, so she left with a sigh.

The boudoir is as warm as spring.

Nan Baoyi turned over and faced the inner side of Ba Bu's bed, secretly wiping tears against the wall.

In her previous and present lives, her marriage was always particularly unsatisfactory.

He clearly agreed to only love her, but he chose to raise a woman behind her back.

Even have a son.

Isn't he a bully?

He failed her and made her the laughing stock of Shengjing City...

The girl wet the pillow towel with tears.

A few strands of raven-green temple hair stuck to her cheeks, making her pale and fragile face even more prominent.

How many degrees of snow.

When the Nan family resented Xiao Yi in the middle of the night, Nan Chengli sneaked to the side door,

After bribing the gatekeeper's wife with good wine and food, and coaxing them into the house to drink, he quietly opened the door bolt.

Night Breeze came head-on with heavy snow.

Under the eaves, Shi Ku was holding an umbrella, and Shi Yan was holding a lantern.

The man in black fox fur has a noble and coquettish appearance, and his red phoenix eyes add to his grace.

He stepped over the threshold: "How is she?"

Nan Chengli shook his head silently.

After a while, Nan Chengli reminded again: "Grandmother specially arranged many maids and women in Chaowenyuan, just to prevent you from wandering into the boudoir at night. Some of my people have already been transferred, so be careful."

Xiao Yi said thank you.

He sneaked into Chaowenyuan, and found Nan Baoyi's boudoir familiarly.

The lights behind the Linghua window are brightly lit, and the little girl is probably still awake.

He knocked out the two women who were on duty at night, and entered the boudoir very lightly.

The dinner on the table had already cooled down, and there was not a bite left.

The golden hook is holding the golden curtain, the little girl is wearing loose ivory pajamas, lying on her side facing the wall, the brocade quilt barely covers her waist, her waist is slender and pitiful like a palm.

Her hair was covered with black hair scattered on the couch, her slender shoulders trembled slightly, and the sound of sobbing was mixed with the whistling wind and snow, obviously so thin, yet so thrilling.

Xiao Yi's heart throbbed.

He wanted to call her, but didn't dare.

He was afraid that the little girl would feel even more sad when she saw him.

He didn't hesitate to step forward until the candle was half lit.

The little girl had already cried herself to sleep, her eyes were as red as petals, her eyelashes were stained with tiny teardrops, and the pillow towel was already soaked.

She hugged the corner of the quilt tightly, as if this little quilt could bring her an unparalleled sense of security in the winter night.

Xiao Yi sat down beside Ba Bu's bed.

He stared at the girl, his Danfeng eyes full of distress.

He really wanted to tell her that he didn't feel sorry for her.

The woman in the singing workshop is his respected imperial wife, and his imperial brother's favorite concubine in his life.

That child is not his flesh and blood, but his nephew.

But he couldn't take the risk, and he didn't dare to take the risk.

The so-called truth, before he has absolute power, it is enough for him to be the only one in the world who knows it.

He is unwilling to let down the word "love".

Xiao Yi pulled up the brocade quilt and carefully covered Nan Baoyi.

But Nan Baoyi slept very lightly, and she woke up with a start when he moved a little.

The lights in the house were still burning.

The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at the man who was close at hand. After the initial shock, strong anger gushed out.

She sat up, not even willing to talk to him, and shouted outside the tent: "Yunxiu—"

Xiao Yi covered her mouth in time.

He has big palms and great strength.

Nan Baoyi struggled desperately, kicking Xiao Yi vigorously with her feet, but she didn't eat much for two days, and she was limp when kicking, and she didn't threaten Xiao Yi at all.

The man easily hooped her feet.

He leaned most of his body into the warm tent, and firmly pressed Nan Baoyi into the Babu bed.

He had never touched a woman before, and his movements were a little rough, as if he was holding a live fish.

Nan Baoyi was so angry that she wanted to scratch his face.

The light and shadow in the tent are dim.

Xiao Yi looked down at the little girl who was close at hand, and said in a low voice: "I don't agree to the divorce. On the marriage certificate, you and I have fingerprinted, and the yamen even stamped the official seal. Nan Jiaojiao, stamped the seal, you It's mine."

Nan Baoyi finally broke free from his palm.

Her small face was flushed slightly, and her long hair was messily wrapped around the man's fox fur.

After stamping the seal, she is his?

Then if she stamps his forehead, does he belong to her in this life? !

She questioned: "I promised to give me a chance to go back on my word, but you don't admit it now?!"

Xiao Yi slowly sat upright.

He stroked the broken hair in front of the girl's forehead: "Well, I don't admit it."

"You mean!"

"Didn't you call me a despicable bastard when you were young? Since you knew that I was not a good person, why should you expect me?"

Nan Baoyi choked on his words.

When she was young, she did call Xiao Yi a despicable bastard.

But……

"What's more..." Xiao Yi played with her strand of lacquer hair, and squinted at her, "You have repeatedly mentioned the dream of the unknown prophet, and asked yourself, if you hadn't known in advance that I would have the power I have today, when you Will you still be nice to me?"

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