After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Chapter 70 Her marriage ticket

She kowtowed a few heads as if.

After kowtow, she looked back, just rightly surprised: “Second brother?!”

She carried her skirt and ran over, with a small face with concern, “It’s deeper and more serious, why did the second brother come up the mountain? If you fall, it will be distressing!”

Xiao Yi didn’t bother 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 his cloak squeamishly. “The second brother cares for the younger sister. He is a rare good person in the world!”

“Noisy.” Xiao Yi mentioned the croissant lantern she had placed beside the futon, “down the mountain.”

“Wait!” Nan Baoyi took out a triangular amulet, “I specially donated money to ask for an amulet for my second brother. You wear it on your body, and the old man will bless you when you go on the battlefield!”

She stood on tiptoe to hang the amulet around Xiao Yi’s neck.

Baoguan in the mountains, the sound of wooden fish.

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

The little girl close at hand stood under the lotus lamp, Danfeng’s eyes clear.

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

The ghost of Xiao Yi lowered her head in an enchanting manner, making it easier for her to hang up the talisman.

Nan Baoyi hid the amulet in his skirt and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction: “Second brother will be able to return home in peace and safety!”

When going down the mountain, Nan Baoyi saw that there was a lottery on the side of Baoguan, and couldn’t help but grab Xiao Yi’s sleeves, making a fuss about marriage.

The old Taoist smiled and collected Xiao Yi’s two coins and gave them two lotteries.

Xiao Yi shook his hand.

A bamboo stick dropped on the table and wrote: “Flowers, full moon, life, and good years.”

It was signed.

He glanced at the little girl.

She closed her eyes and held the lottery, shaking it nervously for a long time before finally shook a lottery:

“Two lives in one body, alone.”

Sign…

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

Nan Baoyi picked up the bamboo stick, and she immediately said sweetly: “It will be a full moon and a good life! Second brother, I got a lottery! I will be able to marry a good person!”

Xiao Yi slapped her white and tender forehead, “Hanging on the married man all day, letting outsiders hear it, I want to laugh at you.”

Nan Baoyi touched her forehead shamefully.

She jumped to the outside of the temple.

Behind the table, the old Taoist priest put his hands in his sleeves and smiled kindly: “Fate, this thing cannot be replaced at will. Even if you have the blessing of Ziweixing, you may not be able to protect the people who have been displaced from two generations.”

Xiao Yi twisted that one and signed.

With a “pop”, he coldly snapped the signature.

“I don’t believe in fate.

“If God refuses to give her a full moon, then I will personally give it.”

He walked away.

The old Taoist looked at the broken lot he had thrown on the ground.

The signature has been turned into powder.

The night wind blew into Baoguan, blowing out a few lotus lamps, and also blowing dust away.

The old Taoist Xuanzhi laughed profoundly again: “Fate!”

Xiao Yi stepped out of the threshold.

In the palace lantern, the little girl is holding the small bamboo basket and is happily playing with the contents.

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

Xiao Yi touched her head, “Go down the mountain before eating.”

He carried the bamboo basket for her.

The mountains are dark and the stars are dim.

The little girl picked up a lamp and bounced on the bluestone steps. The light ball in her hand also bounced around, like a little monster in the mountains.

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

After arriving at Zhuangzi, Nan Baoyi felt that the rice dumplings and salted duck eggs presented by Laojun Pavilion were more auspicious and might be able to drive away evil spirits, so he called Lotus Leaf and Jiang Suihan and invited them to eat together.

She is a happy temper, and so is Jiang Suihan.

No longer awkward because of marriage problems, the two quickly got together.

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

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

What if the little girl finds out that he is not sick?

What if Jiang Suihan is tempted by Nan Jiaojiao?

So he decided to take Jiang Suihan to the battlefield.

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

The carriage is spacious and comfortable. It drove through Zhuangzi to the official road, and the rustling of the carriage sounded a sense of peace 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 a short biography she wrote to Xiao Yi in her previous life.

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

Jiang Suihan craned his neck curiously: “”The Biography of the Emperor”…Nan Xiaowu, are you writing a book? Who is this emperor? It’s amazing to see his life.”

“I won’t tell you.” Nan Baoyi hid the manuscript paper like a baby.

Jiang Suihan shook his folding fan: “Nan Xiaowu, don’t you think this kind of character biographies are very dull?”

“rigid?”

“It’s just boring! I suggest you, it is better to use the emperor as a prototype, do a little artistic processing, and write his life into an interesting story.”

Nan Baoyi didn’t understand: “What is artistic processing?”

“It’s an adaptation! For example, even though he has a wife, he prefers his childhood sweetheart. He takes Qing Mena as his favorite concubine, so a fierce fight broke out between his wife and his favorite concubine, and various kinds of poisons framed him. people!”

Nan Baoyi was surprised: “What’s this story?”

“It’s called a romantic house fight!” Jiang Suihan triumphed, “After Qingmei became pregnant, he even more spoiled his concubine. Because Qingmei acted like a baby to eat fish, he ordered the main room to go into the water to catch fish, and the main room drowned unfortunately. ”

“After drowning, he discovered that what he really loved was the main room. When he was regretting, the doctor suddenly found out that his main room was pregnant with a child, or twins! In the end, the emperor had gray hair overnight, and he apologized. !”

With too many slots, Nan Baoyi smacked his mouth: “This… is too bloody, right?”

I don’t dare to write it like this in the book!

“Don’t be afraid of dog blood, you just need to sprinkle dog blood in pots and basins to look good! You can do some artistic processing based on this story, write it out and publish it in a book, and you can make money by selling books!”

Nan Baoyi held his cheeks in meditation.

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

After all, Nan Yan couldn’t write such **** things.

“I have thought about the title of the book for you,” Jiang Suihan said mysteriously, “It’s called “The Story I Have to Tell the Emperor”, or “The Hegemonic Official Loves Me Again”, it will be a big fire! After the fire , If you adapt it into a play and pick someone to perform in the theater, there will be no empty seats!”

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

“This is a drama!”

Nan Baoyi watched theaters when she was young.

The sky is south and the north, Jingyue 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 drama.

She happened to have some friendship with Yulouchun’s boss, and that boss Han also took an unusual way. Maybe they could hit it off and hit the city of Shengjing!

She was ready to move and thought Jiang Suihan’s suggestion was great!

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