Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

In the early morning, the sun was dark, and a chill came from the sky. It seemed that autumn was about to fall, and there would be a heavy snow in a few days.

"Have you figured it out?" In the backyard of Prince Duan's Mansion, Nan Wenqing watched his little Uncle Wang carefully carry the sleeping Mei Zhenxue into the carriage.

When he arrived at the cabin, he saw that Mei Zhenxue hadn't woken up, lying quietly on the couch, but the plum tree at the door...but because of the strong wind last night, his waist was broken, He fell alone on the fence.

I feel stunned.

The west wind shakes, Guihua Luo.

This is the last autumn wind of the year.

"The guilty minister only asks Your Majesty to bring her into the royal city, and it is best not to come out again." The bamboo curtain was rolled up, and the cold wind blew over his temples. Nan Wenqing and Xia Yi stood in the carriage Watching quietly.

Even if he is used to seeing life and death, he will eventually be moved.

Nan Manfeng gently stroked her face, wanting to burn it in his heart forever.

It's best not to come out again... He suddenly remembered that year when they met again, she wore a light yellow skirt and stood holding a sword... "Drunken Wind House?" Nan Manfeng, who was in his twenties, was rushing back to Wangcheng from Zhennan Pass to return to Wangcheng. When he passed by Changping, he saw this restaurant located in Quchang at a glance.

He finds it interesting, he has lived for more than [-] years, traveled around the world all the year round, tasted countless fine wines, but never got drunk.

"It's because this private merchant didn't know the taboo and offended the lord, so I'm going to explain to the owner." The attendant behind him frowned uncomfortably when he saw Nan Manfeng standing in front of the building.

"It's okay, and I didn't offend Your Majesty. I'm just an idle prince, what's the point? It's not easy for people to do business, so don't make things difficult for others." Seeing his cautious appearance, Nan Manfeng laughed.

In his twenties, what a good age, the young man is full of vigor and vitality, the most sharp and unrestrained.

"It's getting late, you go find a place to stay, and leave tomorrow. I'd like to see what kind of wine this Zuifenglou has, and how I can get drunk, hahaha." Nan Man Feng Yan stopped and got off the horse, tied the horse to the weeping willow next to the restaurant, clapped his hands, turned and walked towards the restaurant.

The spring breeze is swaying, young and frivolous.

At that time, the Zuifeng Tower was not as bustling as it is today, but it was only the occasional passer-by who stopped to have a rest, and it was a little less crowded than ordinary small teahouses.

Not long after Nan Manfeng took his seat, he saw a woman leaping down from the second floor, holding a long sword engraved with plum blossoms in the sky. Then, the sound of the drum became more and more intense, and she jumped onto the drum in the center with her toes. He raised his sleeves and rolled up the sword flower.

The wind returned to the snow, and the woman's face was only seen after the tulle was blown away.

The color is as bright as a knife, and the eyes are cold.

Suspected of an old friend.

The guests applauded like thunder, but Nan Manfeng sat quietly in that small corner, searching for that memory in his mind.

After a moment of excitement, she touched the void with her sleeve again.

With light steps, the skirt fluttered, and the right wrist turned the hilt, and the sword body also slowly turned. With a sudden cool wind, the petals on the drum surface were rolled up, and they flew around the sword body.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" Nan Manfeng suddenly stopped the waiter who was running around in the crowd, and said seriously.

"Yes, yes, just wait a moment." He still remembered the waiter in the shop, the young man was honest and kind, whether he treated ordinary traders, passers-by, or wealthy sons like him, he was always warm and sincere.

Maybe something happened upstairs, a wine bowl accidentally fell down, the woman reacted very quickly, she turned her sword and raised her hand to catch the porcelain bowl firmly, the wine poured into the bowl, splashing A few drops fell on her skirt.

Immediately, he swiped the horizontal sword and turned his wrist. In an instant, the petal landed firmly on the tip of the sword without moving.

The whole audience was shocked, and there was no sound at once, only to see Nan Manfeng walking out from the crowd, holding rice paper, and his clear voice praised: "A flower filled with amber at the bottom of the sword, a drunken smile kills everyone in the hall."

Everyone turned their heads to see that this poem was also written on the rice paper.

Nan Manfeng wrote a good hand, with a fine brushwork, sharp edge and arrogance.

There was applause all over the place, some praised the man's literary talents, and some praised the woman's dancing posture... "Who are you?" That woman is Mei Zhenxue.

"Xiao Wang Nanmanfeng, Miss Mei, long time no see." Nanmanfeng laughed.

Mei Zhenxue was startled, and after a long time she laughed and said, "I have heard that King Duan is both civil and military, and this is written for me?"

"Exactly." Nan Man smiled and nodded in response.

At that time, he thought that as the prince of Da Nan, he could give his beloved woman the best life, but he didn't know her purpose, her indifference, and her cruel heart.

At that time, apart from the delicate smile she had been trained for and the coldness and alienation she was used to, she didn't know what sorrow and regret were.

But they never expected that the reunion after a long absence turned out to be a lifetime of moths flying into the flames.