After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Remember in a second【】

She kowtowed a few times.

After kowtowing, she looked back, showing surprise just right: "Second brother?!"

She held up her skirt and ran over, with a concerned face, "It's even more serious, why did the second elder brother come up the mountain? If he fell, it would be so distressing!"

Xiao Yi was too lazy to expose her.

He handed her the cloak. "Put it on."

"It turns out that the second brother is here to give me clothes..." Nan Baoyi fastened the cloak coquettishly, "The second brother cares about the younger sister, he is a rare kind person in the world!"

"Noisy." Xiao Yi mentioned the sheep's horn lantern she placed next to the futon, "Go down the mountain."

"Wait!" Nan Baoyi took out a triangular amulet, "I specially donated incense money to ask for an amulet for my second brother. You wear it on your body. When you go to the battlefield, Laojun will bless you!"

She tiptoed to hang the amulet around Xiao Yi's neck.

The treasure view in the mountain, the sound of wooden fish.

The hall is full of beautiful flowers, and the palace lanterns are brilliant.

The little girl who is close at hand, stands under the lotus lamp, her Danfeng eyes are clear to the bottom.

She is so clean, like a fleeting night tree in the world, coming across time.

Xiao Yi lowered his head in a strange way, making it easier for her to hang up the talisman.

Nan Baoyi hid the amulet in his lapel, and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction: "Second elder brother will be safe and come home in triumph!"

When he was about to go down the mountain, Nan Baoyi saw a fortune-telling tube on the side of Baoguan, and couldn't help but grab Xiao Yi's sleeve, clamoring for marriage.

The old Taoist smiled and accepted Xiao Yi's two silver coins, and gave them two lottery holders.

Xiao Yi waved his hand casually.

A bamboo stick fell on the table and wrote: "Flowers are good, the moon is full, life is long, and the year is rich."

It is signed on the top.

He glanced at the little girl.

She held the stick with her eyes closed and shook it nervously for a long time,

Only then did I finally shake a lottery:

"Two lives in one body, one shadow alone".

sign down...

Xiao Yi's eyes were deep, and the moment the little girl opened her eyes, she exchanged two signatures.

Nan Baoyi picked up the bamboo stick, and immediately had two sweet dimples: "Flowers are happy and the moon is full, and life is prosperous! Second brother, I got the top lottery! I will definitely marry a good man!"

Xiao Yi patted her white and tender forehead, "Talk about being married all day long, let outsiders hear it, and make fun of you."

Nan Baoyi shyly touched his forehead.

She jumped out of the hall.

Behind the table, the old Taoist put his hands in his sleeves and smiled kindly: "Fate is something that cannot be replaced at will. Even if you are blessed by Ziwei Xing, it may not be able to protect people who have been displaced for two lifetimes."

Xiao Yi twiddled the stick and signed the lottery.

With a "snap", he coldly snapped off the signature.

"I don't believe in fate.

"If God refuses to give her a full moon, then I will do it myself."

He walks away.

The old Taoist looked at the broken lottery he threw on the ground.

The signature has been turned into powder.

The night wind blew into Baoguan, blew out several lotus lanterns, and also blew the dust away.

The old Taoist Xuanzhi laughed again and again: "Fate!"

Xiao Yi stepped out of the threshold.

The palace lantern was luxuriant, and the little girl was holding a small bamboo basket and fiddled with the things inside happily.

She smiled and raised her head: "The little Taoist said that I donated too much incense money, so he gave me a basket of food, including two strings of red bean dumplings, six salted duck eggs, and a pot of realgar wine."

Xiao Yi patted her head, "Go down the mountain and eat."

He carried the bamboo basket for her.

The mountains are dark and the stars are dim.

The little girl carried a lamp and bounced up and down the bluestone steps, and the ball of light in her hand also bounced, like a little monster in the mountains.

There was a layer of warmth in his heart for no reason, and he expected that the bluestone steps would be a little more winding, and the end of the road would be a little further away.

After arriving at Zhuangzi, Nan Baoyi felt that the zongzi and salted duck eggs presented by Laojunge were more auspicious and might be able to exorcise evil spirits, so he called Heye and Jiang Suihan and invited them to eat together.

She is cheerful, and so is Jiang Suihan.

No longer quarreling because of marriage issues, the two quickly played together.

Xiao Yi held a red bean dumpling, the more he ate it, the more unhappy he felt.

I always feel that it is inappropriate to keep Jiang Suihan here.

What if the little girl finds out that he has no serious illness?

What if Jiang Suihan was tempted by Nan Jiaojiao?

So he decided to take Jiang Suihan to the battlefield together.

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After solving the mulberry leaf crisis, Nan Baoyi returned to Jinguan City on the second day of the Duanyang Festival.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable, passing through Zhuangzi to the official road, the sound of the wheels was very peaceful in the early morning.

Nan Baoyi sat in the corner and took out a stack of manuscript paper from the interlayer of the treasure box.

This is the biography she wrote for Xiao Yi in her previous life.

She flipped through the part of the Yelang Kingdom, intending to reveal some military secrets to the powerful ministers, but it didn't mention the details of the war, and she really didn't know how Xiao Yi conquered Yelang in the previous life.

Jiang Suihan craned his neck curiously: ""Biography of the Emperor's Teacher"... Nan Xiaowu, are you writing a book and talking about it? Who is this Emperor's teacher? Looking at his life, it is quite remarkable."

"I won't tell you." Nan Baoyi hid the manuscript paper like a baby.

^0^ Remember in a second【】

Jiang Suihan shook his folding fan: "Nan Xiaowu, don't you think this kind of biography is dull?"

"rigid?"

"It's just boring! I suggest you, why not take the emperor as the prototype, make a little artistic processing, and write his life into an interesting story."

Nan Baoyi didn't understand: "What is artistic processing?"

"It's just an adaptation! For example, although he has a wife, he prefers his childhood sweetheart. He took his childhood sweetheart as a concubine, so a fierce struggle broke out between his wife and concubine. people!"

Nan Baoyi was surprised: "What kind of story is this?"

"It's called romantic house fighting!" Jiang Suihan was triumphant, "After Qingmei became pregnant, he doted on his concubine and killed his wife even more. Because Qingmei acted like a baby and wanted to eat fish, so he ordered the main wife to go into the water to catch fish, but unfortunately, the main wife drowned. "

"After drowning, he discovered that the one he really loved was his wife. When he was regretting, the doctor suddenly discovered that his wife was also pregnant with twins! In the end, the emperor's hair turned gray all night, and he committed suicide and apologized. !"

There are too many slots, Nan Baoyi smacked his small mouth: "This... is too bloody, isn't it?"

The words in the market don't dare to write like this!

"Don't be afraid of dog's blood, it will look good if you sprinkle dog's blood in pots and pots! You can make some artistic processing based on this story, write it out and publish it in a book, and sell books to make money!"

Nan Baoyi rested his chin and meditated.

Writing and selling books can not only earn money, but also make her famous. Maybe many people will praise her as a talented woman.

After all, Nan Yan couldn't write such bloody things.

"I've already thought up the title of the book for you," Jiang Suihan said mysteriously, "It's called "The Story I Have to Tell the Emperor and the Master", or "The Overbearing Minister Loves Me Again", it will definitely become a hit! After it becomes popular , if you adapt it into a play and pick people to perform in the theater, there will be a full house!"

Nan Baoyi was even more puzzled: "But what kind of drama is this? Peking opera, or Yue opera?"

"This is called a drama!"

Nan Baoyi has been watching theater since he was a child.

All over the world, Beijing, Yue, Yukun, Gusu Pingtan, she dares to listen to anyone who dares to sing.

After listening to it for so many years, I have never heard of such a novel play.

She happened to have some friendship with Yulouchun's boss, and that boss Han also didn't follow the usual path. Maybe they could hit it off and become popular in Shengjing City!

She was ready to move, and felt that Jiang Suihan's suggestion was great!

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