Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

"General, what's the matter with you?" A Cai saw that Meng Yiyao had been frowning since she used the Shadow Escape Technique to pass on the list, feeling unhappy.

Meng Yiyao held her hand, and cautiously quickened her pace: "It's nothing, I'll take you out of here first."

She always felt that things went a little too far, there was something strange about it, but she couldn't find any clues, the Mobei Palace was not safe, and now, she had to bring her back to Danan earlier, so that she could rest assured.

At this moment, the morning light is twilight, and Qinggong walking on the roof of the palace is even more eye-catching. Meng Yiyao has no choice but to take A Cai to explore the way out carefully in the palace.

"Not good!" Hearing the sound of rustling footsteps, Meng Yiyao hastily grabbed A Cai, who was looking dazed, and wanted to turn around, but was surrounded by a group of people.

"You two, where are you going?" The man's voice was a little lazy, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

Meng Yiyao looked up, and at the corner not far from the palace gate, she saw a man in a bright yellow dragon robe slowly walking towards them.

Her bright blue eyes were refracted a little dazzlingly under the scorching sun of Mobei's birth, but she was faintly sleepy. This stern face was somewhat similar to Yin Shuiyao's.

"General Meng came from a long way, please forgive me for the crime of poor hospitality." His steps were a little light, although his momentum was overwhelming, his body seemed to fall if the wind blows.

Meng Yiyao sized him up, leaned over and saluted, and said coldly, "His Majesty the Emperor of Mobei, He Da?"

"Exactly, it turns out that General Meng also knows about this frail, useless little emperor?" He Da chuckled lightly, with an easy-going tone, but those sharp eyes like falcons seemed to pierce Meng Yiyao.

Meng Yiyao looked at him vigilantly, then glanced around, and said calmly, "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

"I don't have any other intentions, I just want to invite the general to enter the palace for a talk." He Da laughed and ordered someone to make way.

Duanwang Mansion in Tongzhou, Danan, the autumn wind blows, and the ground is full of leaves.

It was dusk, the golden sun was sinking, and the setting sun sprinkled the bare tree trunks of Duanwang Mansion like blood, and the rough bark trembled with orange-gold light.

This year's autumn is going faster, the cold wind is tight, the bright red maple leaves are stained with a thin layer of frost, but the sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the courtyard have been grinded down to only a few sporadic spots, without any fragrance.

Xu Shi was greedy for the only remaining autumn scenery, Nan Wenqing walked out of the study unknowingly, and when she realized it, she was already sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Meng Yiyao's letter had already been delivered to him, and Nan Wenqing couldn't help but fell into deep thought as he rubbed the list in his hand.

He didn't expect that everything would go so smoothly, as if everything had been arranged.

Now that the evidence is complete, only King Duan is waiting to be dealt with.

But Nan Manfeng has the Iron Voucher Pill Book bestowed by the former emperor, which can pardon all crimes except treason... If Nan Manfeng's power cannot be completely eradicated, there will be endless troubles.

"What is Your Majesty thinking, so engrossed?" Nan Wenqing heard the reputation, and saw that Xia Yi had already walked behind him with Diaoqiu in his arms.

"Your Majesty, it's cold outside." Xia Yi lightly put on a sable fur for Nan Wenqing, squeezed his cold hands again, and frowned.

Nan Wenqing didn't answer, but just dragged Xia Yi and pressed him on the stone bench, and then sat on his lap.

"Ah Yi, in fact, Uncle Wang treated me very well in the past, but for some reason, he gradually drifted away." Nan Wenqing recalled that when Uncle Wang came to the palace occasionally, he would bring new gadgets to tease him.

Although he was taught by his father to be a prince since he was a child, he must behave dignified and conform to the etiquette.But he can always find some ordinary people's happiness from Uncle Wang, he can jump up and down, and laugh heartily.

"Emotions will always be diluted by time and distance, not to mention the imperial power and fame and fortune between His Majesty and King Duan." Xia Yi comforted, took out the list in his hand, and scanned it for a moment.

"How?" Seeing that he was frowning, Nan Wenqing couldn't help asking with a smile.

Xia Yi pondered for a while, then looked gently at the little emperor in his arms, and said softly: "Your Majesty is the Emperor, so it is up to His Majesty to decide how to deal with Prince Duan."

Gentle and firm.

King Duan is His Majesty's subject, whether to live or die, whether to deal with it, and how to deal with it, should be decided by His Majesty.

Nan Wenqing looked at him with some ecstasy, and couldn't help laughing: "You look like this, it reminds me of the time when you brought a knife and forced me to the Imperial Study Room to relegate Shen Qian."

"I can't protect His Majesty forever, nor can I influence His Majesty's decision forever." Xia Yi couldn't help but smiled wryly when he heard him bring up old accounts.

There is not much time left before the poison is released. In fact, he is thinking that one day his little emperor will face the open and dark arrows in the court alone, and will face the moment when he is riding a tiger.

In other words, in fact, his little emperor had already raised his wings when he was still the prince, but he was never at ease and blocked his sharpness. "Ayi, I want to go back to Wangcheng." Nan Wenqing shrank into his arms, her voice was very soft.

"Okay." Xia Yi hugged him tightly to block the wanton howling cold wind.

"Speaking of which, every Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when the snow is blooming, the two avenues of Wangcheng Yujie are covered with lanterns, the roads are full of flowers, and the auspicious snow is flying... I used to be alone Go and see, now, I can finally be with you." Nan Wenqing smiled contentedly.

"Your Majesty is the emperor now, and you can no longer casually run outside the palace. This kind of grand festival is to entertain all the officials in the palace." Xia Yi smiled softly.

Nan Wenqing was a little unhappy, and immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and said viciously: "I don't care! What is the prime minister sneaking to Tongzhou with me for? At worst, I will trick everyone to go to the Taiping Tower to drink wine, and then secretly Just slip away."

Seeing that Xia Yi only looked at him and smiled gently without refuting, Nan Wenqing took it as his acquiescence, and thought about it: "Then let's go to Qinghui Bridge to watch the river lanterns, melt into the moonlight night, leisurely The residence of Taiping, watching the fireworks bloom, watching BMWs racing, watching the prosperity and peace..." "Qinger." Xia Yi couldn't help calling softly.

"Huh?" Nan Wenqing was a little dazed, and turned to look at him.

Under the setting sun, Xia Yi saw the tenderness and expectation flowing in Nan Wenqing's eyes, and couldn't help but gently press the person's head over. Before the little emperor could react, he felt the fiery lips and tongue intertwined.

Nan Wenqing slowly closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Xia Yi was even more reluctant to let go, wishing to integrate him into his flesh and blood.

But he was afraid that he would not be able to take it with him... If possible, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely accompany you to see it.

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