Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

"Have you found King Duan yet?" Nan Wenqing has sent people to search for it for a long time, not only Nan Manfeng, but even Mei Zhenxue has disappeared, but he lost it not long ago.

Nan Wenqing waved away the hidden guards in front of him, lowered his head and frowned, pacing up and down the courtyard anxiously.

This is great, he is clearly in someone's house, but he can't even see a person, blame him for putting all his attention on Mei Zhenxue, but ignoring the erratic King Duan.

Presumably because of the incident at Yuehuan Pavilion before, Mei Zhenxue went to Nan Manfeng for help.

Tsk, if I knew this before, I shouldn't startle the snake.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. I have sent a letter to Huaizhou. Please ask King Huai to conduct a thorough investigation in the border area. In such a short period of time, Nan Manfeng will definitely not leave the country. Moreover, I ordered someone to lead the army from Yuzhou not long ago. On the way back to the royal city, guard to protect His Majesty." Seeing this, Xia Yi came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Nan Wenqing raised his head suddenly, and asked in amazement: "Why did Ah Yi start calling himself a minister again? It was clearly not the case in the past, why did you distance yourself from me?"

Xia Yi was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he stumbled and said: "After all, there are outsiders."

In fact, he has been struggling these days on how to face Nan Wenqing.

If he really fell for Feng Zhixue... He had thought that being together is a day, and it would be good to cherish the moment; but sometimes looking at his bright smile, he felt that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, and it is better Let him gradually forget himself...but he will be reluctant.

Nan Wenqing pretended not to see his slightly nervous expression, but just smiled, hugged Xia Yi's waist and said in a waxy voice, "It's okay."

Xia Yi was filled with a warm hug, his stiff body trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to hug Nan Wenqing tightly.

Forget it, no matter how much he tangled and struggled, he couldn't resist his fiery and clean love.

Xia Yi held the little emperor in his arms, and said in a warm voice: "Nan Manfeng also has some power in the court, he will definitely not just go away like this; moreover, even if Nan Manfeng wants to go to Mobei to borrow troops He Da also has to weigh the pros and cons, so just relax."

"I'm just worried, will he __" "Your Majesty, King Duan is back!" Before Nan Wenqing could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a hurried report from the spies.

"What?" Nan Wenqing was a little surprised, looking up, the man who was walking towards him in a hurry was indeed the little Uncle Wang whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

He thought that Nan Manfeng had already left Tongzhou.

"Sinner...Kowtow to His Majesty!" Nan Manfeng knelt down a few feet away from Nan Wenqing, bent over and kowtowed.Nan Wenqing was stunned for a moment, and Xia Yi was worried that he had a secret move, so he hurriedly backed up to protect Nan Wenqing.

"Oh? What's wrong with Uncle Wang?" Nan Wenqing calmed down and asked tentatively with a smile.

Nan Manfeng buried his head low, and no one could see his expression, only for a moment, he heard him say in a deep voice: "I have secretly communicated with Mobei and smuggled official salt, which is an unforgivable crime."

"The crime is unforgivable? Then dare to ask Uncle Wang, how should I deal with it?" Nan Wenqing stared at him with a somewhat unpredictable expression.

"Where is Mei Zhenxue?" Xia Yi who had been silent beside her suddenly asked.

Even if Nan Manfeng intends to rebel, there is nothing to be afraid of. Now that Mobei is full of internal troubles, how can he have the leisure to help a prince who has lost power?At this moment, he wanted to inquire about the antidote from Mei Zhenxue.

Nan Manfeng was stunned when he heard the words, raised his head to look at the little emperor, and said seriously: "I don't know if your majesty still remembers the iron coupon pill that the former emperor bestowed on the guilty ministers."

Nan Wenqing frowned upon hearing this, and said in a deep voice, "What does Uncle Wang mean by that?"

Nan Manfeng straightened his back and said firmly: "The late emperor said that anyone who holds the Iron Pledge Book of Alchemy will be exempted from death unless he commits a serious crime."

"Does Uncle Wang want to say that he did not conspire against him?" Nan Wenqing met his gaze and said coldly.

"I didn't garrison private soldiers, I didn't raise spies, and I didn't do anything to harm His Majesty in the third, so how can I talk about rebellion?" Nan Manfeng looked at the little emperor and tried his best.

Indeed, when I checked the account books before, I found that Nan Manfeng was using the money he earned from his private business to fill in the loopholes in the salt tax collected by the imperial court from the same state. Such a transaction is not worth the candle.

At first, he thought that Nan Manfeng was trying to make connections in Mobei and open up political channels, but he heard that the tribes in Mobei are now in a state of turmoil, and who has the extra strength to lend Nan Manfeng a big gamble on the country?

If it succeeds, Nan Manfeng usurps the throne, and a certain force in Mobei can get the support of Da Nan, and there will be more chances of winning the throne in the future; if it fails, there will only be a crushing defeat.

Those old guys would rather continue the stalemate than do such a risky move.

Then... "Since this is the case, what is the purpose of King Duan's smuggling of official salt?" Xia Yi also understood it, and asked first.

Nan Manfeng was stunned for a long while, as if caught in some not so good memory, after a long time, he smiled wryly and said: "Purpose? I once heard that it snowed heavily one day, and the prime minister was punished to kneel in front of the Xuanzheng Hall for offending the late emperor. Kneeling for several hours... It was the second prince who rushed over and took the prime minister away forcibly at the risk of offending the late emperor. What is the second prince's kindness and friendship? The prime minister followed the second prince. The prince has been around for several years, why did you stab the sharpest sword at the second prince?"

Xia Yi was taken aback by his question, and suddenly remembered Nan Wanqiao who had long been buried deep in his memory.

The second prince did show kindness to him, but he missed His Highness the Crown Prince day and night, and couldn't see anything else.

In fact, he has no hostility towards the second prince, it's just that he has different ways and doesn't conspire with each other.

"What is Uncle Wang's intention in saying this at this time?" Nan Wenqing frowned upon seeing this.

Nan Manfeng smiled and said: "There is no other intention, I just want to tell Your Majesty and the Prime Minister that what the guilty minister did was only for one person."

Nan Wenqing looked at the person in front of her in surprise, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Only then did I see how tired and relieved this little Uncle Wang looked under the autumn scenery.

It seems that since the day I just arrived in Tongzhou, I have seen his face that is much more haggard than before.

He is also a handsome young man in his thirties, with dark patterns and cloud sleeves, and brocade clothes like flowers, with a frown and a smile, full of coquettishness.

It's just that looking at this complexion, there is always a bit of morbid paleness.

Nan Wenqing pondered for a moment, then sighed: "Okay, you are my uncle Wang, I will not kill you__" "Your Majesty, I am a sinner of Da Nan. I know that I have wronged the late emperor and my Majesty... ...I only want to die." Nan Manfeng suddenly interrupted him.

Nan Wenqing was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Nan Manfeng to say that, and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

"Sinner, please use the iron scroll alchemy book in the mansion to save Meimei's life in the snow." Nan Manfeng said stubbornly.

Xia Yi on the side couldn't help but frowned when he heard the words, and wondered: "Did King Duan not know that the Iron Juan Dan Book can only be used by family members and grandchildren?"

"The guilty minister understands." Nan Manfeng said.

"Then what are you still talking about here? If I were you, then one by one" "She is my wife."

Nan Manfeng interrupted him calmly.

He was poisoned by Feng Zhixue, there was no medicine to cure him, and his time was numbered.

It's just that he wants to use his own death to make himself, the emperor's nephew, feel a certain amount of guilt.

No matter what, at least let her survive.