After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

    Nan Baoyi didn’t want to make a big deal.

    But is it a trivial matter for King Yong to get married? There are officials and wealthy businessmen in Chang’an City who all bring heavy gifts to the scene to celebrate, lest they come late and won’t be flattered.

    Nan Baoyi dealt with the female relatives in her new boudoir, and was busy until late at night, and finally took a breath when the guests were all gone.

    She held a ball fan in one hand, and held the heavy golden peony corolla on the bun with the other hand. When she thought that the corolla was too heavy, she heard the fan being pushed away.

    She looked over.

    The man stepped into the threshold with the moonlight with a faint drunken spirit. The red silk tied in his hair was blown by the night wind, and his appearance under the lights was handsome and beautiful.

    Seeing him look over, she quickly put up a fan to block her face like a rabbit.

    Xiao Yi bent his thin lips.

    It’s not the first time we got married, the little girl is still so embarrassed.

    He closed the door and said, “It’s been a whole day, but it’s exhausted?”

    Nan Baoyi nodded.

    Xiao Yi sat on the couch, held her little hand, and put down the golden silk ball fan.

    With red candles, his newlywed princess looks like a hibiscus, and in his heart, she is the best-looking beauty in the world.

    He raised his hand and stroked her small face: “It looks good.”

    Nan Baoyi’s cheeks were even redder, and he looked away unnaturally: “I said that you don’t have to deal with it, you have to make it so lively. We are not the first. I got married once, and everyone knows that

    everyone will laugh at me. Maybe someone will laugh at me.” “Shili Hongzhuang, they are too late to envy, how dare to laugh at you? Not to mention…” Xiao Yi earnestly said, “Not to mention, I don’t just want to give you a name, but I also want to marry a big sedan chair, and the Ming media is getting married. Everyone knows that Nan Baoyi is the princess whom Xiao Daoyan has officially passed through, not a spoiled concubine, not an outside room, but a serious person who passed through the door. The princess is the bride of the Xiao family who wants to go to the royal genealogy with me.”

    It was just a simple remark.

    Nan Baoyi’s eyes blushed quietly while listening.

    She didn’t want Xiao Yi to see herself crying, and turned her head quickly: “Just you can talk… Oh, my golden crown is so heavy that it makes my neck bend… Where did you make the order? The hair crown, quickly help me take it off…”

    Xiao Yi motioned to her with her back to him, and while pulling out the small hairpins that fixed the golden crown, he said: “If you don’t like it, change it and melt it again. Make a few pieces of jewelry.”

    “I’m not doing it.” Nan Baoyi reluctantly hugged the golden peony hair crown that was taken off, “Such a beautiful blond crown, even if my neck is bent, I will wear it too!”

    “Little Money fan.”

    Xiao Yi sneered lightly.

    He rubbed the little girl’s long hair, which was drooping all over his back, lowered his head and kissed her heart.

    He took out a pair of exquisite gold scissors, cut out a bunch of green silk from him and Nan Baoyi, tied them together with a red string, and hid them preciously in a sandalwood brocade box.

    “The knot is a husband and wife…”

    Nan Baoyi whispered.

    Xiao Yi lifted her small face, lowered her head and kissed deeply.

    From now on, he is willing to be in love with Nan Jiaojiao.

    …

    In November, Chang’an City fell for the first snow this winter.

    A spacious and luxurious carriage came from the north, slowly crossing the official road, entering the city gate and heading straight to the Yongwang Mansion.

    The compartments are comfortably furnished, and there is an incense burning in the corner.

    Lang Jun, who was holding the dark purple fox fur, was leaning on the small couch, with ebony beads hanging from his fingertips. His low-hanging eyelashes were too long and blocked his pupils. He was turning the pages of the book lightly.

    Xu saw something interesting, he laughed silently, the winter light and shadow coming through the window, it was really beautiful and feminine with red lips and white teeth.

    Qinfeng, the little eunuch who was waiting on his side, couldn’t help but laugh.

    Since the first emperor passed away and the Southern girl left the royal court, the master has been expressionless all day, dealing with family and country affairs like a colorless puppet, which is even more gloomy and terrible than when he was in Shengjing, as if he had lost his smile. ability.

    In order to make the master happy, he pondered for many days and specially asked someone to buy a script written by the Nan girl. It was obviously a very simple and childish story, but the master often looked through it and occasionally smiled, which made him very pleased.

    He poured a cup of hot tea for Gu Chongshan, opened the curtains and looked out the streets.

    Chang’an is prosperous.

    Because it is winter, every household’s eaves are covered with bacon and dried fruits and vegetables, and the people on the street look prosperous. This year of Dayong is about a bumper year.

    He turned his head and said: “Master, we have already entered the city, and we are about to arrive at the Yongwang Mansion!”

    Gu Chongshan said “Um”.

    The carriage drove for another half an hour before finally drove into the streets where Yongwang Mansion was located.

    Qinfeng lifted the driving curtain, and Gu Chongshan looked around.

    The plaque of “Yongwang Mansion” was hung high, the gates of the vermilion rivets were closed tightly, and the stone lions crouching on both sides were majestic and tall, with a thin layer of snow.

    Qinfeng excitedly said, “Master, the slave is going to knock?”

    Gu Chongshan rubbed the pages of the book, but before answering, another carriage approached from far away.

    The carriage steadily stopped in front of the Yongwang Mansion, and the man who stepped out of the carriage first had a golden crown with military boots and turned around to hold the petite beauty that emerged from the carriage.

    The beauty’s face is like hibiscus, her complexion is rosy and clear.

    She has a soft voice, and sighs in the first snow: “Second brother, don’t hug me, there is a footstool here, where do you want to hold it? I’m not a three-year-old kid anymore!” The

    man still held her indifferently. Hugging to the clean steps: “The snow is wet and slippery, so I am afraid that Jiaojiao’s embroidered shoes and skirts will get dirty.” The

    two clamored, and a small head suddenly appeared in the carriage.

    A weak and childish voice yelled: “Father, mother, don’t love you, don’t love you, my sister, my sister and I eat dog food all day long, we can’t even eat! Father, you can hug mother, you Can’t you hug me and my sister? Me and my sister are the ones who need to be carried off the carriage!”

    Another little head came out.

    The little girl was sculpted with jade powder and dressed in a small hibiscus flower-colored palace dress, with her eyebrows curled like Nan Baoyi.

    Her milky voice echoed: “Human!” The

    little girl was ill and lost her voice when she was a child. Now she is well cared for and grown up. Coupled with Nan Baoyi’s patient teaching every day, she can sometimes make a few simple tones. .

    Xiao Yi smiled.

    He walked over, picked up a child in one hand, and went straight into the Yongwang Mansion with Nan Baoyi.

    The door of the palace gradually closed.

    The first snow was rusty, whitening the streets.

    Qinfeng was anxious: “Master, why didn’t you go there just now? You came all the way to visit them, and the Nan girl will be happy to see you!”

    Gu Chongshan quietly twisted the beads.

    He stared at the two palace gates for a long time before he said lightly: “It’s not necessary anymore.”

    Qinfeng was stunned: “Master?! It took us a month to travel before we came to Chang’an! You are not even talking about it.” I didn’t see–“

    Gu Chongshan raised his hand and stopped him.

    He took out a prepared imperial decree from his arms: “Go, put it at the gate of

    Yongwang Mansion .” Qinfeng’s eyes gradually turned red.

    He accepted the imperial decree without saying a word, and reluctantly placed it beside the steps of the Yongwang Palace.

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    Good night duck