Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

"Your Majesty, I am willing to swear allegiance to Your Majesty to the death, without any second thoughts." Xia Yi smiled wryly, what other inexplicable news does this little emperor have?

"Then you don't like the second brother?" Nan Wenqing asked.

Xia Yi was even more confused as the person involved, and quickly asked: "Why does the minister like the second prince?"

"Didn't you say that you don't like cakes? But you really like the ice cream he made for you. It's obviously not right." No matter how you hear this sentence, there is a bit of jealousy.

In fact, Nan Wenqing regretted it when he said it. He is an emperor, why would he embarrass court officials here because of some ghost cake?

Xia Yi was also very helpless, why did he go back to an ice cream cake again?

"Your Majesty, I don't like the second prince, and I don't like the cakes he made. I almost don't remember it. I just remember that I was very happy when I saw His Highness the Crown Prince at the second prince's birthday banquet."

As he said that, he added another sentence: "I didn't have time to respond that day, and my mind was full of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Seeing the resolute and serious expression of the prime minister in front of him, Nan Wenqing was in a trance.

He seemed to be able to figure it out.

Why did Xia Yi monopolize the power but never move himself, why did he spend money in the name of the emperor to relieve disasters at such a loss, why he desperately attacked Shen Qian's influence, and even why he cultivated private soldiers.

Did he come to this palace for himself?

Was he happy to see him?

So the sweet smile that day was also because of yourself?

Is that gentle gaze also for yourself?

And the Highness who murmured in the dream, is he also... one room, two people, each with their own thoughts.

But they were all afraid to pierce the thin window screen.

While admiring the cute expression of the little emperor, Xia Yi asked, "Your Majesty, let's get down to business. Tomorrow Liuzhou Zhizhou King will hold a banquet for you to wash away the dust. Do you want to go?"

Nan Wenqing pondered for a moment: "Naturally, I have to go. How have you checked these books?"

Xia Yi heard the words, frowned and said: "There is a problem, it seems to involve Duan Wang, Mei Zhenxue and other forces, I'm afraid we will have to go back to Wangcheng to talk about it."

Nan Wenqing smiled and said: "Wang Chengyun dared to collude with King Duan, and what he asked for was not as simple as a few sums of money. King Duan is in Tongzhou, which is far away from Liuzhou, and there is Yuzhou in the middle. Fifty thousand private soldiers, if that's the case, then don't worry, go back to the king's city and talk about it in detail, they won't be able to make any waves."

Xia Yi looked up at the little emperor's expression, he didn't seem to mind at all that he had [-] private soldiers stationed in Yuzhou.

Seeing his doubtful expression, Nan Wenqing understood, and said with a smile, "Aiqing has said everything, what else can I do?"

This smile is different than before, a little more...trust and sincerity.

His heart skipped a beat, and Xia Yi only felt that there was a place that had been vacant for a long time and was filled.

He nodded, and immediately tugged on the little emperor's cuff.

"Your Majesty..." "Huh?"

Hearing the little emperor's response, Xia Yi suddenly wanted to cry.

His Majesty, did you choose to believe him?

Eight years of longing and three years of bitterness suddenly came to my heart.

"Your Majesty." He called a little aggrieved.

"Huh?" The little emperor replied patiently.

"The knee hurts."

"It's because I didn't notice, the night is very humid, please get up, Ai Qing." As she said that, Nan Wenqing hurriedly helped him up again, saying "Ai Qing", and making some movements.

He suddenly remembered that the prime minister hadn't done too much to him.

I am just brooding over some past events, and harboring grudges because of the emperor's face.

It seems that every time, he kneels upright in front of him like this.

He seemed to be very afraid of pain, but he stood in front of him again and again, bearing the danger and the sharp sword, without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, can I stop kneeling in the future?" Xia Yi asked.

"Okay, I won't kneel anymore, you can do whatever you want." Nan Wenqing smiled gently.

The little emperor was a head shorter than the prime minister, but in the past, the prime minister always knelt down obediently, and he looked down at him, so he couldn't tell anything. Now this picture really looks like a caring and gentle little virtuous wife.

"His Majesty."

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just called you."

Nan Wenqing was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at this fool, and said helplessly, "How old is Aiqing?"

"Three years old."

......"His Majesty."

"Ok?"

"I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"I'll do it for you."

"Put less sugar."

"it is good."

The bright moon is like frost, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus spreads from the corner of the wall, overflowing the courtyard, and a gust of fragrant wind stirs up two or three wrinkles, blowing away the melancholy between the brows and the knot that has been trapped in the hearts of the two for three years.

Osmanthus shadows are mottled, Shanshan is lovely.