Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

The moonlight was cold, and even though the night was vast, it still clearly outlined the handsome and cold facial features of the man under the moon.

Xia Yi has a pair of red phoenix eyes, although it looks a little cold, but when it is gentle, it is also affectionate, like a soft spring breeze.It's just because he is too indifferent, even though he has a good skin, few people like him.

Now the corners of the eyes are very red, with tears in their eyes, like melting spring snow, filled with infinite tenderness.

In the prime minister's mansion, the empty wine jars were lying on the ground, and Xia Yi was leaning against the door of the main room, drunk and unconscious.

His face was blushing due to alcoholism, he held a wine jar tightly in his arms, and he didn't allow others to approach him, his hair was disheveled, and he looked as embarrassed as he was going to be.

Ever since he came back from court, the prime minister didn't say a word, he just lay there drunk and cried like a mess.

At noon, he clearly vomited and fell into a coma. After finally cleaning up and helping him to the couch, the old housekeeper thought he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Who would have thought that this man woke up so quickly, at night he saw himself lying on the bed, got up without saying a word, staggered and sat at the door, and ordered his servants to bring wine.

Everyone hid behind the landscape wall, looking inside from time to time with their hearts gripped. Everyone didn't know what happened. Someone went over to persuade them, and the prime minister threw a wine jar over and told them to get out.

Xia Yi only felt uncomfortable all over, and his heart was so painful that he almost suffocated. He closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the way he looked at him this morning.

The little emperor must be very angry and disappointed... Nan Wenqing was very accommodating to him, and he saw all of this.

Whether good or bad, joys and sorrows, past or present.

In the past, although the little emperor didn't trust himself as the prime minister, he never did anything out of the ordinary to embarrass him.

Later, the two expressed their hearts to each other. Nan Wenqing, who is the most respected in the ninth five years, accommodated him again and again, cooking for him, being gentle for him, compromising for him, letting go of his airs for him, and willing to risk the world for him. It's a shame.

The little emperor couldn't bear to say anything serious to him, but he kept saying that he liked people, but it always made people sad.

Even Xia Yi himself hates himself like this, but what can he do.

Nan Wenqing is willing, but he doesn't want to give up... His sweetheart is the emperor of Da Nan.

You should marry the best woman in the world to be the queen, Renxian be good at governing and expand the territory, be a generation of Mingjun, the glory will last forever, the family will be full of children and grandchildren, and then the name will go down in history, and future generations will look up to it.

Sooner or later, he will become a queen, and he must be a queen, instead of being fettered by his love, being scolded by all courtiers, and being stigmatized forever.

I shouldn't... From the very beginning, I shouldn't bother him, I shouldn't pierce this layer of Mingjun Xianxiang, I shouldn't be greedy for this warmth.

Feeling dizzy and on the verge of falling down, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps in a trance, and then felt as if someone was pulling the wine jar in his arms, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Xia Yi raised the wine jar in his arms and threw it on the ground, roaring unconsciously: "Get out! Anyone who dares to disturb the truth, the truth will beat you, all...all out of the house !"

"Whoa-!"

The wine jar shattered to the ground, tiles splashed, but fortunately, the person who came was very skilled, and quickly dodged without being injured.

All the servants were still hiding behind the landscape wall, and they couldn't help sighing secretly: the prime minister is the prime minister, even the emperor dared to smash it.

Nan Wenqing's face darkened instantly, and he handed the food box in his hand to Lin Shangde who was behind him, stepped forward and hugged the drunk man, and said displeasedly, "You'll die if you drink it!"

"No one is allowed to come in without my order." After saying that, he asked Mr. Lin to close the door and walked towards the couch.

Seemingly smelling the familiar fragrance of magnolia, Xia Yi stopped making trouble and did not resist. Instead, he hugged Nan Wenqing's waist tightly, unable to survive.

"Prime Minister, don't hold me all the time, let go." Nan Wenqing put her on the couch smoothly, but was hugged tightly and couldn't get up. She couldn't help but bend over and frowned.

Although he didn't know if it would be useful to tell this drunk man.

"Qing'er, don't go." Hearing the familiar voice, Xia Yi hugged him even tighter and said in a daze.

Anyway, I'm drunk, so let's indulge my temper one more time...for the last time.

He was really reluctant, wanted to hug his Majesty, and wanted Nan Wenqing to stay by his side all the time.

"Don't go? Didn't you just say that you want to kick me out of the house?" Nan Wenqing looked at the drunken man in front of him and said a little funny.

Xia Yi was in a hurry, and pressed the little emperor's head into his arms, and said in a baffled manner: "Don't hit, dare not hit, no one can hit Qing'er."

For some reason, this sentence made him feel sour.

Why is this guy acting like an idiot...

Nan Wenqing woke up and woke up, Xia Yi seemed to feel the person in his arms trembling slightly, he couldn't help but tighten his arms, and wanted to open his eyes to see him, but met that... Misty eyes.

His mind was not clear, and his vision was blurred, but he vaguely felt that he seemed to make the little emperor... cry again.

"Your Majesty, don't cry." Xia Yi was a little anxious, but he didn't know how to comfort others. He just raised his hand and wiped the corners of the little emperor's eyes indiscriminately.

Nan Wenqing pressed Xia Yi's hand and struggled to get up, but the prime minister under him was displeased for a while, his arms were empty, and he quickly stretched out his hand again and dragged the little emperor to the couch, turned over and imprisoned him in his arms, Immediately, he put his knees under the crotch of the little emperor, grabbed his hands and raised them above his head, restraining him tightly.

The little emperor was dazed by this sudden set of movements, but he didn't struggle, he just stared blankly at the person who was pressing on him.

Xia Yi's face was so close to the little emperor that people couldn't see it clearly. He closed his slightly painful eyes and felt the strong smell of alcohol hitting his face with his rapid breathing, which made his heart itch.

"Qing'er..." Xia Yi frowned, half drunk and half awake, he just kept calling out, holding the little emperor's hand very hard, as if he was afraid that the person would run away, and it would make him fall. My wrist hurts.

Looking at the person in front of her, Nan Wenqing suddenly felt a little distressed. She didn't know whether it was Xia Yi or herself.

He probably won't be able to escape him for the rest of his life.

Hearing him calling his name over and over again, Nan Wenqing couldn't help but asked softly, "Ah Yi, how much do you like me?"

The person on the body probably heard a little vaguely, stunned for a long while, and said unconsciously: "I really like it, I like it the most—uh." Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed by the little emperor under him.

Feeling the slightly cold tongue slipping into his mouth, Xia Yi greedily poked it in, probably drunk, and didn't care about Nan Wenqing's feelings, just kept asking for it, and tightened the hands that were holding his wrists tight.

The little emperor was a little uncomfortable by his rude actions, but he didn't resist, closed his eyes, and let him get whatever he wanted.

Like it, that's enough...