After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi raised willow eyebrows.

Your Honorable Minister, are you caring about her?

Obviously before, he was fierce...

She was quite happy in her heart, so she opened the food box pretentiously.

The first floor is filled with exquisite flower cakes, the second floor is her favorite four-hit meatballs and shrimp dumplings, the third floor is hairy crabs and small vegetables in spicy oil, the fourth floor is yam goji berry soup, the fifth floor It's shiny rice.

Fairly rich dinner...

She couldn't help but arched her eyebrows, but quickly suppressed her smile.

She glanced at Xiao Yi and said awkwardly, "I can't finish eating so many dishes by myself. The second brother has just returned from the barracks, so let's have a meal together."

After a supper, the conflict between the two was resolved.

At this time, the dusk was deeper, Xiao Yi lit the lamp, and said lightly: "Nothing tonight, I will study with you."

Nan Baoyi should be fine.

To the south of the large study room is her territory, and the bookshelves are all her collections.

She took down a beautifully bound book and sent it to Xiao Yi, "Second brother, this is a book I wrote myself. When it was first printed, the bookstore was selling crazy. This one is for you!"

Xiao Yi took it and turned a few pages.

Then I looked at the title of the book, um, "Hegemonic Minister Loves Me Again".

He chuckled and commented: "The dog is bloody."

"Brother Jiang said, the more dog-blooded, the more people like to watch it. How boring life is, dog-blooded things are interesting!" Nan Baoyi smiled and sat down on the bookcase, "I plan to write another book "The Tragic Concubine" "Upper Manual", when it's finished, let you be the first to read it!"

Qiu Yu knocked on the window and the lanterns fell silent.

Although Xiao Yi disliked dog blood, she still read the book she wrote from beginning to end.

He counted, the whole book is just over 20,000 words. The heroine was kissed forcibly 20 times, the hero said eight times, "If she dies, you will all be buried with me", and he threatened the heroine 16 times. If you dare to escape, the leg breaks."

All in all, he was very shocked.

He heard that this book not only sold well in Jinguan City, but also caused a sensation in South Vietnam.

Do all the women in the boudoir now like men with this tune?

He looked at Nan Baoyi hesitantly.

The little girl was sitting under the lights and writing swiftly, with a smirk at the corner of her mouth, she might be writing about the scene of a strong kiss again.

But in reality, if any man dared to act like this, he would probably be beaten.

Xiao Yi felt that girls' thoughts were too elusive.

It will be tomorrow the next day.

Autumn rain fell for half the night.

When you wake up in the morning, the vegetation is covered with a thin layer of frost, and the garden is crystal clear.

Nan Baoyi made an appointment with Xiao Yi last night. They are going to study together in the study this morning, so they got up very early.

Stepping into the threshold, Xiao Yi has arrived, sitting behind the book case and looking through the annals of history.

She said: "Second brother, I have finished memorizing "The Analects of Confucius" and "San Zi Jing", what next?"

"Mao poems." Xiao Yi said indifferently, "a lady who should understand Mao poems."

Mao's poem is the "Book of Songs".

Nan Baoyi didn't have this book on his bookshelf, so he borrowed one from Xiao Yi.

Turning over, there are dense notes written in the corners of the page. The handwriting is very immature. It must have been written by the Minister of Power when he was young.

She was curious: "Second brother, is this the book you used when you were young?"

"Yeah. The commentary is what I wrote down when the husband explained it. It also contains my own experience and opinions. You can read it."

Nan Baoyi walked under the west window.

She stroked the small prints lightly, and couldn't help but imagine how the Minister of Power read when she was young.

He sat in the corner of the academy like a small dumpling, unsmilingly jot down the explanation, he must be serious and serious.

Nan Baoyi smiled.

When she shook her head to read the poem, Nan Yan arrived.

Carrying the food box, the girl stepped into the study weakly, smiled and saluted Xiao Yifu, "Second brother please peace."

She put the food box on the bookcase, "Yan'er knows that my second brother likes to get up in the morning to read, and I am afraid that you haven't eaten breakfast yet, so I specially cooked fish porridge for you."

Xiao Yi turned the pages of the book and ignored her.

Nan Yan was a little embarrassed.

She looked at the west window, Nan Baoyi was holding the book and reading carefully:

"Death and life have a great deal, talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand, grow old with Zi——"

She interrupted her loudly, "Is Jiaojiao memorizing Mao Shi?"

Nan Baoyi turned around, his eyes could not hide his pickiness: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to send breakfast to my second brother. It is the fish fillet and lean meat porridge I cooked by myself. It has been cooked for an hour." Nan Yan smiled, "Jiaojiao read the "Drumming" in Mao's poem, right? Actually? This article is not suitable for our daughter’s home to read. The words are so blatant. You read it aloud like this, as if you are expressing love to a man, so frivolous!"

Nan Baoyi was speechless.

What poems does she read that Nan Yan can care about? !

What's more, she had read the comment of the Minister of Power, and the poem didn't originally mean that.

She said coldly: "You pretend to be a talented woman in Shu County, why don't you even understand the meaning of this poem? The life and death Qikuo and Zicheng said that they were originally talking about the love of those comrades who live and die together on the battlefield. As for the so-called love, it is nothing more than jokes in the market. You do not follow the classics, but listen to the jokes in the market. It is ridiculous!"

Nan Yan secretly gritted her teeth.

She originally wanted to discredit Nan Baoyi in front of Xiao Yi and give her a frivolous impression, but she did not expect to create an image of stupid and ignorance for herself!

Her face was hot, so she turned the subject off: "Jiaojiao, would you like to try my porridge?"

Nan Baoyi didn't have enough breakfast.

With the mentality of not eating for nothing, she agreed.

Nan Yan graciously served her a bowl, then turned to Xiao Yi, "Second brother, also have a bowl? Fish porridge is good for your health."

Xiao Yi just turned the book indifferently.

Nan Yan can't help frowning, is this Xiao Yi too difficult to coax?

Sure enough, the villain has the ambition, the eyes are above the top!

Holding her breath, she stood silently beside the book table.

After finishing half a bowl of porridge, Nan Baoyi praised: "This porridge is really good!"

"That's natural." Nan Yan finally recovered a bit of face. "A good cooking skill is an essential skill for women. Jiaojiao, you should learn from me and practice more cooking skills."

Nan Baoyi cleans hands elegantly.

She smiled and said: "I have cooks in Sichuan, Shandong, Huai, Guangdong, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, and emblems of the eight major cuisines in my family. Why should I learn it by myself? What's more, "Mencius" says, "The gentleman is far from the kitchen." Yeah!"

Nan Yan felt bored again.

She couldn't say Nan Baoyi, so she had to pretend to be generous: "What you said makes sense."

"What I said doesn't make sense!" Nan Baoyi sneered, "'A gentleman far away from the kitchen' does not mean to stay away from the kitchen, but a gentleman should stay away from killing and be kind. Sister, everyone in Jinguancheng says you are Talented woman, but why don't you know anything? Could it be that you bought the name of this talented woman for money?"

Nan Yan was so angry that all five insiders were burned!

The little **** is too good at getting involved, she really wants to tear her mouth!

But she must maintain the image of Zhishu Dali in front of Xiao Yi, so although her face swelled into pig liver red, she didn't dare to say even a heavy word.