After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Do you want Jiaojiao?"

He bit the girl's ear and asked softly.

Nan Baoyi refused: "I was frightened today, don't..."

Seeing her pale face, Xiao Yi knew that she really didn't mean that, so he carefully fastened the buckle for her: "If you need anything in the palace, just tell Gu Chongshan."

Tell Gu Chongshan?

Nan Baoyi blinked lightly, guessing that his powerful minister might have a private deal with Gu Chongshan.

These two people have always had ulterior motives, and they like to do things behind their backs.

She didn't care about the struggle for power in the previous dynasty, she sat up with support, took out the gold medal for avoiding death from under the pillow, and solemnly handed it to Xiao Yi.

"Second brother, this is something that the late emperor bestowed on the Nan family before his death. You bring it to my grandmother for me, and please make sure she keeps it well. Maybe it will come in handy sometime in the future."

There are only three gold medals for avoiding death in the entire Nanyue Kingdom, which can pardon the sins of a family.

Xiao Yi took it and responded seriously.

Nan Baoyi snuggled into his arms and whispered: "Chu Huaixiu is a lunatic, and Nan Jing is eyeing my family. I'm really afraid that they will hurt my family. Second brother, if you can find a way to keep my family away from Jin Guancheng, I will repay you!"

She raised her head, her Danfeng eyes were shining, clearer and cleaner than the bright moon outside the window.

Xiao Yi felt sorry for her: "Yuezhang's family, you should do your best, what repayment are you talking about?"

Nan Baoyi was stunned for a moment before remembering that he is now the son-in-law of the Nan family.

They are a family!

Xiao Yi always brings her inexplicable peace of mind.

She hugged the man's waist with nostalgia: "Second brother, I have one more request."

She told about Nan Baozhu and Ning Wanzhou.

Xiao Yi agreed naturally: "I'll talk about Ning Wanzhou's side, and Nan Baozhu's side, I will arrange for Jiaojiao to meet her, and you can analyze it with her personally."

Outside the hall, there is a breeze and a bright moon.

Yun Xiu, who had already woken up, was sitting under the eaves of the hall, quietly listening to the conversation in the hall, her lowered eyes were full of complexity, her master was indeed inferior in some respects compared to Prince Jing's son...

the next day.

When Nan Baoyi woke up, the person next to her pillow was already gone.

She sat up, her blue hair hanging down on the brocade quilt, like scattered seaweed.

She touched the outside of the bed, and there seemed to be his residual warmth in the quilt.

Yun Xiu came in to help her wash and change her clothes: "Just now the people from the imperial dining room came to deliver the meal, and the servant chatted with him. He said that the imperial dining room was preparing a state banquet, and the palace was going to invite the Duke of Dayong Town. The servant estimated that the Duke of Zhen was about Arrived in Shengjing City."

Nan Baoyi was wearing a gold-painted porcelain bowl, spitting out the fine salt water for gargling.

She stared at the scenery outside the window, and said softly: "I don't know what kind of person Zhen Guogong is, whether he will allow the little prince to marry my sister, if he doesn't allow..."

The girl looked worried.

The man she was talking about was already in Prince Jing's mansion and arrived in Beijing early in the morning.

Ning Su, the Duke of Dayong Town, was nearly forty years old, and he was tall and mighty, like a fortress of copper and iron.

She married the eldest princess of the Xiao family's royal family,

He didn't dare to take concubines, he had two daughters and one son, and he fought on the battlefield all the year round. He was a fierce general of Dayong.

Sitting on the armchair, he rapped on the table with his fingers, quite impatiently: "That wild boy, where did he die? Knowing that I will arrive in Beijing today, why didn't he come to say hello?! His rules are forgotten in the dog's stomach went?!"

Xiao Yi sipped tea leisurely.

He said indifferently: "It's a long journey from Nanfu to Prince Jing's Mansion, so don't be impatient, uncle."

"Hmph!" Ning Su Niu drank half a cup of tea, then looked at Xiao Yi again, "The Empress sent a message to Your Highness that she doesn't want the token of Tianshu now, she wants you to steal the throne of Nanyue, and then surrender the whole country to Dayong."

Xiao Yi smiled.

That woman is really calculating.

Let him steal the throne of Nanyue, let him surrender the whole country to Dayong, but refuse to let him inherit the throne of Dayong, and make wedding clothes for others, that's all.

From now on, in the history books, Xiao Yi will only be reviled as a traitor to the country.

He had his own plan in mind, so he said perfunctorily on his face, "I see."

Just as he was talking, Shi Ku hurried in to report: "Master, Lord, the little Lord has arrived."

Ning Su looked up.

The boy who stepped into the main hall was fifteen years old, his stature was much taller and slender than when he was young, his fox eyes were cold, and he was born with fair skin and beautiful appearance, as beautiful as a red crane.

Ning Wanzhou cupped her hands expressionlessly: "Father."

I haven't seen each other for three years, this meeting ceremony is really perfunctory.

Ning Su was furious immediately, and cursed: "I can't afford to be your father!"

Ning Wanzhou said "oh", then turned and left.

It just so happened that he didn't want to see his father.

His father was always meddling, forcing him to do this or that, but never asked him if he liked it.

Obviously he is a little prince, but he can't even decide what to eat for each meal.

And the fuse that ran away from home back then was because of the carbine.

He wanted to learn carbine, but his father forced him to learn double swords, saying that the founding emperor of Dayong used double swords back then. All the carbines bought at a high price were broken and used as firewood.

That feeling of being forced, almost suffocating.

He threatened to die, but his father mocked him as a coward, and he couldn't really commit suicide.

He chose to cut his wrists, but was saved by his mother and two sisters.

He bled so much, but his father still taunted him, saying he was just acting.

Since then, he was disheartened by his father and resolutely chose to run away from home.

Ning Su watched him step out of the threshold, and couldn't help becoming more angry.

He took the whip from the guard: "Ning Wanzhou!"

Ning Wanzhou turned around.

The horsewhip was yanked off!

"I beat you to death, you unfilial bastard!" Ning Su roared, "Your mother is fighting with me in the mansion every day because of you, and I came all the way to pick you up, but you still dare to put face on me, are you Don't you want to piss me off?!"

The whip fell on me, and it hurt like hell.

Ning Wanzhou's face was tense, and she was so stubborn that she refused to call out.

His father was like that.

He often beats and scolds his children, and claims to be a filial son under the stick, but he doesn't know how to pull him out of his body, wishing to escape from the name of the Duke of the Town!

Xiao Yi held the whip.

He glanced at the bruised young man, and said calmly: "The reunion of father and son should be a happy event, why should uncle get angry? The young man is somewhat rebellious, uncle shouldn't do anything."

Ning Su beat Ning Wanzhou to relieve his anger.

He threw away the whip, and said in a deep voice, "Ning Wanzhou, hurry up and pack your things, and follow me back to Chang'an tomorrow! When we get home, see if I teach you a lesson, you bastard!"

"As a father, you'd better not call me a dead bastard." Ning Wanzhou raised her foxy eyes neither humble nor overbearing, "Otherwise, it will give you a bad reputation."

Ning Su was furious in an instant: "Hey, I have a bad temper! Where is my whip, bring me a horsewhip!"

Xiao Yi stopped him in time.

He gave Ning Wanzhou a "don't make trouble" look, and comforted Ning Su: "Tonight, the Emperor of Nanyue is hosting a reception banquet for my uncle. Uncle bear with it, don't let outsiders see the joke."

Ning Su breathed a sigh of relief, stared deeply at Ning Wanzhou, and then walked away.

After he left, Ning Wanzhou sat down on the porch.

The young man had been whipped more than a dozen times, his body was covered in blood, and his face was pale.

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