Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

In Wangcheng, the Imperial Study Room of the Great Southern Palace was brightly lit all night, and the candlelight only dimmed slightly as dawn approached.

In the imperial study room, the man was dressed in white clothes that were more snowy than snow, and his black hair fell down his straight spine.

He held the pen in his right hand, revealing a slender wrist, which was as delicate and moist as jade under the light.The finger bones are distinct, and there is a certain charm between writing and writing.

The dragon chair was taken down and replaced with a sandalwood chair, which suits his aura very well. He is so beautiful and immortal. He is the current head of Yushan, Xiao Shisan.

As a precautionary measure, Nan Wenqing sent someone to wait for them to leave the royal city before sending a message to the general's mansion. When Meng Yiyao received the news, she could only bear the burden and took over the burden.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yiyao was also self-willed, so she cursed a few times in anger, and simply went to Yushan to abduct Xiao Shisan to sit in the town, and took A Cai back to the frontier fortress by herself. Smoke, long river sunset.

Since Yushan was attached to Danan, Xiao Shisan had a lot of free time. Anyway, he had nothing to do, and it was not easy to save the face of his senior sister, so he agreed.

In order not to reveal his identity, he simply claimed that he was ill and would not go to court, so that the officials would write memorials and submit them if they had something to do, and lived in the imperial study with the mountain of memorials accumulated every day.

Speaking of which, the little emperor of Da Nan was quite strange, he entrusted him with such an important thing, and he was not afraid that someone would come with ulterior motives.

"Shadow?" Xiao Shisan was slightly startled. The shadow seemed to sense a strange aura and wanted to escape. Xiao Shisan immediately cast a spell to capture it, and found a sealed letter from the shadow's lapel.

"Oh? Assassin's Palace..." The dawn was gradually breaking, and the candles couldn't survive the long night after all, so they were extinguished.

Xiao Shisan didn't bother to add another lamp, burned the secret letter after reading with a fire-igniting formula, and looked out the window thoughtfully.

Forget it, Chu Jihan, that bastard, what's there to see.

But Senior Sister, you should miss him.

Xiao Shisan thought about it, picked up a pen and revised a book, and sent it outside the pass.

"Are we really just waiting to die in this Duan Wang's mansion, doing nothing?" Xia Yi rubbed Nan Wenqing's waist, and murmured in his ear at Duan Wang's mansion in Tongzhou.

Nan Manfeng probably knew that the emperor was afraid of him, so he was still at peace, but Xia Yi always felt that everything was too peaceful.

Changping is a long way from Tongzhou, Mei Zhenxue must have left before they set off, counting the time, she should have found them as soon as they arrived in Tongzhou, I don't know what her plan is.

The little emperor was a little dissatisfied when he heard the words: "What does it mean to eat and wait to die? Have you never heard of it? You and I can be living targets here, and it should be easier for Ayao to do things. What are you so worried about?"

Xia Yi frowned when he heard the words, and said anxiously: "I don't know, I always feel a little flustered in my heart, it doesn't seem to be a good omen."

"The prime minister still believes this?"

Nan Wenqing immediately teased again: "It is estimated that I used too much force yesterday and hurt my body."

Xia Yi's ears turned red when he heard the words, and he pinched his waist punitively. The pain caused the little emperor to beg for mercy again and again. He hugged him tightly, and whispered into his ear: "Your Majesty said something recently. Are you getting more and more outspoken? If you continue indulging like this, I'm afraid it will hurt Danan's face, so you have to train him when you go back."

His breath beat against his ear, tickling him, it was more like teasing than teaching.So Nan Wenqing answered the words even more unrestrainedly: "Okay, after you get back, you can train him however you want."

Xia Yi: ...

This guy used to talk about imperial power, people, public order, or kill the prime minister sooner or later.

Who did you learn from?Why are you talking about tigers and wolves now?

"However, we can't stay in this room all the time. Opportunities don't come by waiting." Seeing the astonished expression of the Prime Minister, he felt much more at ease.

"What do you want to do?" Xia Yi couldn't help asking curiously when he saw the excited look of the little emperor.

"Well, I'll take you to a good place." Saying that, Nan Wenqing jumped off him, slapped his chest, and dragged him away from Duanwang Mansion proudly.

Qianzhangli, Changyan, sunset solitary city closed.

Zhennan Pass is the border of Great South. Looking from a distance, the opposite is Mobei.

The vast desert is majestic and serene day after day, and thousands of piles of sand are rolled up by the strong wind, and the particles all over the sky slip into people's eyes, which only feels painful and itchy.Flocks of geese flew across the sky, falcons soared and honked, heat waves overwhelming the sky, rushing towards people frantically, and the waves emptied.

Meng Yiyao sat on the sand dune, legs bent, holding a jug of wine, and sat quietly all afternoon.

Of course, Xiao Shisan's technique was far beyond Xia Yi's ability. Although Wangcheng was far away from the border, the letter was delivered within half a day.

Let her go to see Chu Jihan?

The endless Gobi sand dunes are like golden and brilliant waves under the setting sun, surging over and over again.

The scarlet afterglow of the setting sun spread across the entire world.

Compared with Danan's tenderness and abundance, she prefers the freedom and redemption here.

She had heard her master mention the magnificence of Mobei many times. It is far away, unlike the south. Although it is gentle, it is like a prison, imprisoning her so that she can't breathe. "General." A gentle call brought Meng Yiyao back from her thoughts.

"You're here." Meng Yiyao looked back and saw A Cai holding a wine cup. Under the setting sun, her silhouette was outlined beautifully.

Unfortunately, she is not.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, the general who has always been bold has a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

"It's almost winter, and it's cold in the frontier, so I went to warm up the wine." A Cai said, walking towards her slowly.

A Cai has a good figure, and always wears long lotus root pink dresses, which are neither too gorgeous nor too simple, just like her, gentle and just right.

This is a very careful girl, gentle and understanding, and Meng Yiyao can't help but think of that person.

A Cai frowned imperceptibly, but the trace of loneliness in her eyes quickly disappeared when she met that cold gaze.

She knew that the general was with her, and what she saw was another person.

But it doesn't matter.

Gently squatting beside her, put a clean white silk cloth on the slope of the loess, and then took out the wine glass, the crystal clear wine slowly flowed down the spout, the small glass reflected the setting sun like blood, the liquid surface There was a golden halo glowing.

"A Cai, is this the first time you have come to the border?" Meng Yiyao couldn't help laughing seeing her cautious appearance.

"Yeah, what's the matter, I'm a person who doesn't know kung fu at all, I don't even have the ability to settle down, what do I do here, do I think my life is too long?" A Cai smiled lightly, like a begonia in late spring, gentle And beautiful.

"Aren't I teaching you?" Meng Yiyao smiled wryly.

"Then you can find me a weapon at hand!" A Cai pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, I will bring you a handy weapon when I come back." Meng Yiyao said, snatching the flagon from her hand and shaking it lightly. "The general is leaving?" A Cai stared at her with wide eyes in shock before she could react, and said dully.

No way, after chasing thousands of miles from Juzhou to Wangcheng, and then from Wangcheng to the frontier, why do you have to go again?

"There are some things to deal with." Meng Yiyao said calmly.

"Oh." She lowered her eyes to hide the disappointment in her eyes, and she replied lightly.

General Meng is the general of Da Nan.

Probably in her heart, she is no different from thousands of common people, all living beings.

She suddenly remembered her first encounter with Meng Yiyao. On Wansong Mountain, she might just be one of the little girls she saved casually.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?"

She stared at the silver mask with some trepidation, eager to see what the person behind the mask looked like.

"I am the general of Da Nan, and you are the people of Da Nan, so I shall save you."

The cold and distant voice made her feel extremely at ease.

"A Cai__" Meng Yiyao suddenly called out.

"Huh?" A Cai looked up, a little surprised.

"Wine, you have to drink it like this." The handsome and unrestrained general shook the wine jug in his hand, and poured it directly into his mouth.

The setting sun is like blood, full of lovesickness and sorrow.