After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

The vermilion lacquer gallery relies on carved beams and painted pillars.

The branches of several emerald green geranium trees were bent by the white snow, and the clusters of red geranium fruits on the branches leaned into the beauty's back. The cold wind blew through, shaking off the falling snow.

The beauty stretched out her fingertips from the rex rabbit fur sleeves and brushed away the fine snow on her cheeks.

Maybe she had something on her mind, so she sighed softly, and the small ball of hot mist dispersed in the wind and snow, making her red lips look red, like crushed peach petals.

Mr. Zhao Jialang swallowed.

A beauty is a beauty, and any movement she makes makes her look delicate and bright.

He broke away from the servant and stumbled towards Nan Baozhu.

"I have been wandering around Chang'an for many years and have never seen a beauty like you! Looking at your hair in a woman's bun, I think you are someone's concubine. Who is your master? Tell me? Hey, I'll ask him for it. you!"

He asked with a smile on his hips, his eyes half drunk.

Nan Baozhu was struggling with her feelings when a drunk man suddenly appeared.

She knew that she was married and should not get along with her husband, so she took two nervous steps back.

She raised her sleeves and covered her face with disgust: "I am the concubine of the Crown Prince of the Zhenguo Palace. There are differences between men and women. Please leave, Master! If anyone sees me -"

"So what if someone sees me?"

Zhao Wu climbed over the red lacquer railing impatiently.

Nan Baozhu kept retreating.

This man was menacing and dressed luxuriously. He was probably a dandy among the children of aristocratic families.

If she offends severely, will it bring trouble to the town government?

Zhao Wu caught up with her in two steps and grabbed her sleeves domineeringly: "From your accent, it seems that you are not from Chang'an. Hehe, I will tell you the rules of our Chang'an!"

"Let me go!"

Nan Baozhu resisted fiercely.

Although Zhao Wu was drunk, he was still a martial arts practitioner. He easily cut off Nan Baozhu's hands behind his back and pressed her hard against the beauty.

He narrowed his eyes and played with the girl's golden step: "The so-called concubine is a plaything, something that can be given away at will! Beauty, my sister Xiaoman is going to marry Ning Wanzhou. In the future, Ning Wanzhou will be My brother-in-law, I asked him what’s the point of asking for a concubine? The Zhenguo Palace will not offend our Zhao family just for you to have a concubine! If you know the truth, you will obey me obediently!"

Jin Bu Yao was abandoned in the snow.

Nan Baozhu's hair is covered with green hair like a waterfall, scattered on both sides of her face.

She wanted to shout, but Zhao Wu tightly covered her mouth.

He leaned over her back, pressed against her, and even bumped into her obscenely through her skirt.

Nan Baozhu froze.

A feeling of nausea arose spontaneously.

She was terribly queasy.

Zhao Wu leaned close to her neck and smelled it carefully, his face full of intoxication: "She is indeed a beauty, she smells delicious! Come on, give me a kiss -"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from behind.

A huge force grabbed Zhao Wu's bun from behind.

Zhao Wu's scalp hurt so much that he screamed and was dragged out!

Before I could see the man's face clearly,

He was punched in the face.

"Ouch, ouch!" He covered his face and bumped into the railing in a panic, shouting loudly, "Who dares to hit me——"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Ning Wanzhou kicked him on the chest!

Zhao Wu smashed the handrail to pieces and fell miserably in the snow, clutching his broken ribs and unable to get up from the pain.

Ning Wanzhou's face was expressionless.

He walked to Zhao Wu and stared at his right hand.

In his mind, the image of this hand tightly covering Nan Baozhu's mouth emerged.

The young man's fox eyes were dark and sinister.

He raised his foot and stepped heavily on Zhao Wu's right hand.

Leather boots, slowly crushed.

The sound of cracking bones was particularly clear in the silent garden.

Zhao Wu was like a shrimp. He suddenly curled up and twitched in pain. His howl echoed throughout the garden. He was so frightened that the boy fell to the ground, not daring to step forward to break up the fight.

Blood soaked the snow red.

Zhao Wu's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

He finally saw clearly that the person coming was Ning Wanzhou, and he quickly choked up and begged for mercy: "Young Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I shouldn't have coveted your concubine, please let me go, Young Master." !”

Ning Wanzhou remained expressionless.

He kicked Zhao Wu one after another.

Zhao Wu wanted to escape, but Ning Wanzhou took out an iron rod from nowhere and hit him on the knee mercilessly!

Crushed kneecap.

Zhao Wu screamed and rolled into the snow in embarrassment.

Ning Wanzhou threw away the iron rod, stepped forward, and continued to kick him.

His force was so strong, it was like kicking a dead dog. At first, Zhao Wu could still scream and howl, but gradually, the blood soaked his clothes, and the white ribs almost poked out of his chest. He was dying. He fell into the snow, even his moans were muted.

Ning Wanzhou was still kicking him.

The bloodshot fox eyes were emotionless. He kicked and said indifferently: "Whose woman do you think you are? Whose woman do you think you are? Weren't you very capable just now? Get up, get up."

In the verandah, Nan Baozhu finally came to his senses.

She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ning Wanzhou: "Stop fighting!"

Ning Wanzhou twisted his neck and pushed Nan Baozhu away impatiently.

Nan Baozhu fell down in the snow. Seeing that Zhao Wu was about to lose his voice, she had no choice but to hug Ning Wanzhou's legs tightly: "Stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him, he will die!"

After all, Zhao Wu is a child of a noble family.

If you were beaten to death, how would you explain it to the other family?

Nan Baozhu asked himself that he didn't have much ability, and he really didn't want to be called a disaster, let alone bring trouble to the Zhenguo government.

But Ning Wanzhou was so murderous that he ignored her pleas and went to kick Zhao Wu.

In desperation, Nan Baozhu simply stood in front of Zhao Wu.

Ning Wanzhou didn't stop and kicked her into the snow!

The girl covered her chest, almost speechless in pain.

Ning Wanzhou stopped beating Zhao Wu, knelt down on one knee next to Nan Baozhu, held her hand, and said coldly: "You are a scumbag, why should my sister protect you? It would be better for this kind of person to die."

His fox eyes glowed scarlet.

There was an uncontrollable cold murderous aura all over him.

Nan Baozhu was a little unfamiliar with Ning Wanzhou like this.

She avoided his gaze, her face pale: "What does it have to do with me whether he dies or not? I'm just afraid of bringing trouble to the town government."

"My mother-in-law is the eldest princess, and my father is the duke of the country. So what if I beat him to death? Do the Zhao family dare to ask me to pay for it with my life? Who do they think they are?"

Nan Baozhu stared at him.

She knew that he was of noble birth, and she knew that he had the arrogance to do so.

It would be too frivolous to ignore your opponents just because of your family background.

She was about to give some advice when an exclamation suddenly came from not far away.

The two looked at each other.

A dozen ladies stood at the end of the flower path, staring in shock at Zhao Wu, who was covered in blood.

They looked at Ning Wanzhou again, whose soles were stained with blood, and their faces suddenly turned pale with fear.

The fat Mrs. Wei said in horror: "Quick, tell Mrs. Zhao that something happened to her son! You guys go notify other people in the Zhenguo Palace and tell them to come to the garden quickly!"

Nan Baozhu's heart skipped a beat.

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