After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Halfway through midnight.

Outside the window, the fine snow gradually bloomed, and among the light and shadow of the broken lantern, the plum blossoms were stained with blood and the snow was bright red.

The sound of fighting gradually subsided, leaving only the north wind like howling beasts.

"has it ended?"

The lotus leaf whispered.

The flames of the smoked cage shone on the faces of the maids, with tears gleaming, and they all looked at each other.

Nan Baoyi still held the golden hairpin tightly, and Dan Feng's eyes were full of anxiety.

Suddenly footsteps sounded outside.

Nan Baoyi subconsciously held the golden hairpin tighter, and the whole person was stretched like a bowstring.

She raised her eyes and looked up. Aftertaste, wearing a tight-sleeved attire, rushed into the dormitory neatly, knelt on one knee towards her, and arched her hands: "Nine hundred and thirty-nine bandits, all of them! Old lady, second master, third master! The others are all unscathed. The master ordered that the lady don't worry anymore!"

The bedroom was silent for a moment.

For a moment, the little maids embraced and cried, crying with joy after the disaster.

Shiyan's hand holding the handle of the knife quietly loosened, and a more smile appeared on his delicate face.

Nan Baoyi's eye circles were red, and he ran out of the bedroom carrying the skirt, ignoring the others.

She ran into the garden and saw the lanterns stained with blood, and there were corpses and blood stains everywhere. A good garden became a purgatory on earth.

At the end of the flower path, someone stood with a knife.

The black robe was hunting and flying, white snow falling on the tail and shoulders of his hair, and the sharp blade was full of sticky blood.

He stayed on the path that the front yard and the back yard must pass. With his own power, he killed hundreds of enemies without letting a thief break into the back yard alive!

He kicked Hong Laojiu, whose life was unknown, with one foot, his posture was cold and cold.

"Second brother!"

Across the night and snow, the girl shouted.

Xiao Yi stiffened slightly.

He slowly turned around.

Nan Baoyi was startled.

The power minister’s cheeks were splattered with blood beads, and the narrow-sleeved brocade robe was also stained dark with blood. The five fingers holding the Mo Dao were covered with blood.

His pupils were bright red, as if reflecting a blood moon, with a bloodthirsty expression.

She had never seen such a powerful minister.

The young man in the impression is free and easy and gentle, and occasionally reveals ruffles when he laughs, and always warms her in a casual manner, and is an easy target to get close to.

But tonight...

Xiao Yi looked at Nan Baoyi across the flower path.

The little Jiao Niang in Nanfu stood in the wind and snow, wearing only thin silk bedclothes, and her petticoats were white and clean.

The blue silk is flying in the cold wind, like an ink brush.

The small face was still delicate and white, but Dan Feng no longer had a sweet smile in his eyes, but a strong fear.

Her feet were bare, and her feet were cold and whiter than snow.

Xiao Yi walked towards her blankly.

He came with a knife, Nan Baoyi subconsciously stepped back.

Until the slender back hit the plum tree trunk.

Xiao Yi threw Mo Dao away and squatted down on one knee in front of her.

He held up her foot, wiped it with a handkerchief, and his tone was lazy and gentle: "I'm just getting hot for you. Isn't it a waste of brother's affection to run out like this?"

Nan Baoyi pursed her mouth and said nothing.

Xiao Yi took out the clean Luo socks from his arms and put them on for her.

He could clearly feel that the little girl was shaking.

She was scared.

Fear of his knife, afraid of his blood.

And no language seemed to be able to beautify this **** massacre into a warm scene, let alone comfort this delicate and soft little girl.

He didn't want to scare her.

So he bowed his head religiously, and dropped a soft kiss on the back of her instep.

But the little girl was still shaking.

He raised his head with a loose smile at the corner of his mouth: "Afraid of me?"

Nan Baoyi was short of breath.

The young man in his eyes, whose cheeks were mostly red with blood beads, looked like a wild dog when he laughed.

And his Danfeng's eyes were joking and self-deprecating, as if she had expected that she would dislike his cruelty and cruelty.

However, this is not the case...

What she disliked and feared was only the blood, just the corpses.

She whispered: "I will never dislike the second brother... I was hiding in the dormitory, listening to the sound of fighting from outside the window, and my heart was terrified. I prayed for the second brother to kill those bandits, but I was worried about your injury. When I saw you standing at the end of the flower path covered in blood, I was afraid that it was your blood, and even more afraid that you would die next moment."

Tears poured out in despair.

She leaned down in front of Xiao Yi, pinched the embroidered handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the blood on his face.

The little girl's fingertips were soft, delicate and white, passing over Xiao Yi's skin, bringing a burst of tenderness and tenderness.

Xiao Yi looked up at her.

Her pupils were as clear as water, and tears rolled down, looking very distressed.

Is she feeling sorry for him?

It turned out that Nan Jiaojiao would love him heartily.

This cognition gave Xiao Yi a wonderful feeling in his heart, like drinking a cup of sweet and warm red bean juice in the cold winter, warming up from the internal organs.

He grew up in the Loquat Academy since he was a child, reading and writing, practicing knives alone, and spending every birthday and festive holiday alone.

No one cares about him, and no one tells him that he is worried that he will be injured and that he will die next moment.

It turns out that the feeling of being cared about is like this...

Nan Baoyi finally wiped his face clean.

She dropped the blood handkerchief and opened her hand to him: "Hug!"

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow.

He is not a hypocritical person, since the little girl took the initiative to hug, he naturally has no reason not to give it.

The little girl was petite and soft, she was still warm in her arms.

Xiao Yi suddenly felt that just this one hug was already worth his punishment of killing so many bandits.

Back to the bedroom, he still put Nan Baoyi on the embroidered bed, but noticed that the little girl's left hand was holding the Furong golden hairpin tightly. The hairpin's tail stabbed her palm, and the blood pouring out from between the fingers, red shocking.

He fetched the medicine box, sat down beside her, pinched her wrist, "open your hand."

Nan Baoyi's movements were a little stiff.

She held this golden hairpin in her palm for too long.

Because of tension, the five fingers are already a bit stiff.

After finally opening his fingers, the golden hairpin was stained with blood, and his palm was already bloody.

She rubbed the tip of her nose shyly, "I was too nervous while waiting, so I pierced the palm of my hand without noticing it..."

Xiao Yi disinfected and bandaged her familiarly.

He chuckled and said, "Nan Jiaojiao loves money most. Even if she wants to escape, she should hold a silver ticket. What is she doing with a gold hairpin?"

Nan Baoyi choked.

Is she like the kind of girl who leaves her family behind and runs away? !

She squeamishly said: "Because I was worried that the bandit would break into the backyard, and I was afraid that ten words could not stop him, I planned to use the golden hairpin as a weapon. I think about it. If anyone dares to bully me, I will blind him Or pierce his throat! If they dare to bully my family, I will do my best to let them know how good I am!"