After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Full of soft and sweet fragrance.

The girl's cry was like a handful of ice and snow, melting the desire aroused by the green apricot liquor.

This sense of reality has never appeared in dreams.

Nan Chengyi squinted his eyes and suddenly woke up from alcohol.

I realized very clearly that this was not a dream.

He glanced guiltily at the girl who was forcefully pressed on the green bamboo woven mat by him. Her pretty face was red, and her eyes were filled with water, as if she had been bullied.

The young man's heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants. The desire that he wanted but could not think about all the time urged him to possess her.

But……

There is no way to go on.

She already has a fiancé.

If he takes away her innocence, will she be disliked by her husband when she gets married in the future?

He doesn't want to be a villain.

Unspeakable loss filled my heart.

Nan Chengyi closed his eyes and pretended to be drunk and fell to the ground unconscious.

Xiao Qingyang covered her red robe and sat up with a blush on her face.

She stared closely at the seemingly intoxicated young man, biting her lower lip gently with her teeth.

"lecher……"

she whispered.

But there was no anger in Danfeng's eyes.

A few levels above the green mountains, a golden crow is falling from the heights of the mountains.

The official road is winding.

Boys and girls rode horses side by side and walked leisurely towards the sunset.

The girl in red robe hunting raised her riding whip and pointed forward: "Over these mountains, we will reach the border of the southern border. I heard that there is a severe drought there and many refugees have been displaced. Nan Chengyi, can we go there to do justice?"

The young man carried his sword and hung a wine gourd on his waist.

He glanced at the girl's fair and cold side face and said lazily, "Whatever."

"You are so annoying."

"I clearly indulge you, so why did I make you angry again?" Nan Chengyi was displeased, "Speaking of which, why didn't you wear the red bean hairpin I gave you?"

"dislike!"

"I don't like the pearl you gave me either. I plan to pawn it for wine."

"you dare!"

On the official road, horse hooves kicked up billowing dust.

The girl rode her horse and chased the boy furiously.

The golden crow falls in the west.

At that time, it was just commonplace.

…

It's bitterly cold in the middle of winter and filled with darkness.

There are thousands of lights in the Jiuzhong Palace, and the lights in the verandah are like dragons, winding towards Yikun Palace.

Sleeping hall.

Shen Jiang was wearing a snow-white coat, sitting in front of the makeup mirror, slowly taking off her earrings.

The face in the diamond-flowered bronze mirror is cold and dignified.

She raised her hand to touch the end of her eyes.

The stubbornness in Qingyang's eyes was exactly the same as when she was young...

The female officer came in, knelt down respectfully, and her voice was slightly trembling: "Your Majesty,

News came from outside the palace that Emperor Qingyang and Nan Chengyi were buried in the flames of Wanguo Temple together. "

Shen Jiang was expressionless.

The little finger wearing a dark gold armor trembled uncontrollably.

After a long while, she said a faint "hmm".

She lowered her eyes and took off the six long golden armor sheaths.

Yubai's hand gently touched the brocade box on the dressing table, and she opened it gently. The brocade box was covered with dark red velvet, and a sharp and precious sword lay quietly inside.

The female official whispered: "I am afraid that the wedding gift that I prepared for Emperor Qingyang will not be given out. Your Majesty clearly cares about Emperor Qingyang, but why are you——"

After receiving the cold eyes in the bronze mirror, the female officer lowered her head tremblingly: "This slave is too talkative."

Shen Jiang closed the brocade box.

After a long silence, she said: "Send this brocade box to her tomb."

"Here."

Shen Jiang stood up and stepped out of the palace with bare feet.

She stood under the eaves of the palace, looking up at the sky.

The full moon is like a wheel.

The cold wind blew her wide sleeves and skirt up and down, and her beautiful red eyes showed a bit of confusion.

She closed her eyes.

The long eyelashes quivered in the cold wind.

When he opened it again, his dark pupils were bottomless and emotionless.

She whispered: "I am right. After drinking ice for twenty years, I want him to taste life worse than death. I want to overthrow his dynasty!"

…

When he woke up in the morning, Nan Baoyi saw that the mansion was covered with white silk.

White lanterns swayed in the cold wind, and faint cries of grief could be heard from the second room.

She rubbed the black circles under her eyes.

Yuwei followed him out with his cloak in his arms and said softly: "You haven't slept all night, and you have to rush to Guang'en Temple to participate in the interrogation today. It's really hard."

She carefully tied the cloak on Nan Baoyi.

The light of day is faint.

The girl wore a black official robe with embroidered dragon heads and fish patterns, and leather military boots. Her tall figure made her look particularly tall and slender. A black ribbon tied up her high ponytail, and a white silk flower was tied to the ponytail to lighten her weight. A bit of a chilling feeling.

She gathered her cloak and ordered: "Go to Prince Yong's Mansion and bring Ah Ruo to our house, and you can take care of it yourself. The second brother is in prison, and he stays alone in the palace. If the wet nurse is lazy and slips, it will be difficult in the winter." You have to suffer a lot."

Yuwei nodded: "I have taken note of it."

The cold wind blew down a few plum blossoms on the branches.

Through the high wall, Nan Baoyi faintly heard the cry of her second aunt.

The most painful thing in the world is probably when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, right?

She held back her tears and resolutely set foot on the road to Guang'en Temple.

Guang'en Temple is located in the southwest corner of the imperial city. It is called a temple, but it is actually a dark tower specially used to detain felons from the imperial court.

Guang'en Temple faces the Jinwu Guards Office on the right and the Colosseum on the left.

There are many gambling houses in the nearby streets, and most of the people living in the houses are desperadoes of various religions and licking blood at the tip of a knife.

Nan Baoyi dismounted and handed the reins to the boy.

She glanced at the plaque with gold characters on a black background. The three regular characters of "Guang'en Temple" were like iron paintings with silver hooks, which was particularly dignified and solemn.

She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

In the court, the young man dressed in white clothes and snow was sitting.

Shen Yichao was flipping through the files and heard footsteps. He looked up and saw her. He said calmly: "My father is ill today. I will interrogate Xiao Daoyan on his behalf. Grand Master Wei and Pei Shangshu Ling have not arrived yet, so you should sit down first."

Nan Baoyi said expressionlessly: "Where is he?"

Shen Yichao lowered his eyes and continued to look through the file: "I'll see you later, why are you anxious? Today there will be a four-party interrogation. If three parties sentence him to death, it will be the death penalty. If there are only two parties, then he can be treated leniently—— "

Nan Baoyi grabbed him by the collar.

She hadn't slept all night, and her eyes were red and bloodshot.

She gritted her teeth and whispered: "Think about how he treated you in Jinguan City!"

There was a commotion outside.

It was Taishi Wei and Shangshu Ling who arrived.

Nan Baoyi let go of Shen Yichao and stared at him deeply before sitting back in his seat.

Shen Yichao straightened his clothes indifferently.

After sitting down, Grand Master Wei, Pei Shangshu Ling and Shen Yichao exchanged greetings with each other, completely leaving Nan Baoyi to dry next to them.

An official from a poor family is still a female official, so naturally he is not qualified to talk to them.

Nan Baoyi waited impatiently and knocked on Shen Hei's desk: "My lords, there is no need to discuss what we had for breakfast here, right?"

Mrs. Wei, who was very paunchy, looked at her with a smile and announced the start of the interrogation.

The jailer escorted the person through the dark corridor, and the sound of the dragging chains came closer and closer.

Nan Baoyi stared at the entrance nervously.

She clenched her thin white fists tightly, and her fingernails dug out tiny crescents in her palms.

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