Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

At night, it snowed heavily.The south is already humid, and in addition to the Mengdong season, the dungeon is dark and cold, and the cold is even worse, and the poison in the body does not know when it will break out.

Xia Yi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stone bed, waiting for Meng Yiyao to take him away.

The little emperor was definitely reluctant to kill him, it would be an accident, so he might as well leave first.

Never see you again.

"Crackling one by one" was thinking, when I heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, and the rattling of the chains... Hearing the sound of footsteps, it seemed that there was more than one person?

Xia Yi was puzzled, and listened attentively to the movement from over there.

"You all go down, I'm fine by myself."

Xia Yi was startled.

He didn't expect that the little emperor would come to the prison to see him at this time.

Nan Wenqing stopped outside the cell door and saw Xia Yian sitting quietly on the stone bed, shivering from the cold, but only frowning, not even wanting to open his eyes.

"You heard me." Nan Wenqing looked at him and said softly.

The cell was quiet, the sound was extremely low, but enough to be heard clearly.

"Except for Yuzhou's private soldiers, how much power do you have in Fourteen Prefectures and in the imperial court?" Nan Wenqing said in a deep voice.

Xia Yi adjusted his mood, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Why did you tell Your Majesty?"

Nan Wenqing said stiffly: "Do you think you still have a chance to make a comeback?"

"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Xia Yi immediately asked back.

Nan Wenqing was stunned.

Xia Yi didn't feel guilty at all, but looked at himself and smiled, which made him feel chilly.This Zeng Jin Prime Minister of Great South clearly played tricks on him.

"Xia Yi, do you think I dare not touch you?" Nan Wenqing clutched her cuff and took a deep breath.

"Hiss, His Majesty wants to punish the minister?" Xia Yi did not back down, pretending to be afraid, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Nan Wenqing stood there in a daze, without answering.

The air suddenly became quiet, and neither of them spoke again, only the sound of water dripping between the cracks of the stones, hitting the ground "patta one by one", splashing water mixed with dirt.

After a long time, I saw Nan Wenqing approaching him, took off the cloak on his body as he leaned in, and put it firmly on Xia Yi's body: "I won't use Nan Wenqing to stick very close to you, warm body temperature Wrap him up.

"You know, I don't want to part with it." Nan Wenqing's voice was a little trembling, and his voice was mixed with a nasal sound, exhaustion and grievances all fell into Xia Yi's ears.

"I'm not cold." Xia Yi said with a sour nose and a hoarse voice.

It was cold at night, and the distance from the prison to the bedroom was not close. If the cloak was left here... for such a long journey, the little emperor might catch a cold.

And Xia Yi was wearing prison clothes, which were extremely thin, and his hands were cold, and they had already turned purple from the cold.

Nan Wenqing ignored him and took his hand in her own by the way.

Although his hands are relatively small, they can't cover him.

Being so close, Xia Yi could even see the scars left by his own sword scratches on his neck, and the scabs had just scabbed.

It was obvious that they had only confronted each other not long ago, Xia Yi's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he just let Nan Wenqing cover himself in a daze. "Why did you do this? If you have any difficulties, you can tell me." Nan Wenqing choked up softly.

"I don't have any difficulties, I have been plotting to be the emperor for a long time, everyone knows that." Xia Yi said.

"Then why didn't you do anything that night at the prime minister's mansion?" Nan Wenqing asked again.

"Meng Yiyao is in Wangcheng, and the imperial army is also under her control. I am worried about losing my hand, so I dare not act rashly." Xia Yi's headache was severe, and the little emperor started to talk to him again.

"Then why didn't you kill me with a sword when you were in the restaurant, instead you delayed for so long just to wait for Meng Yiyao to arrive?" Nan Wenqing guessed.

Xia Yi was taken aback for a moment, and replied calmly for a moment: "It's just a omission."

"It's a long journey from Tongzhou to Wangcheng. If you intend to kill me and seize the throne, you don't know how many chances you have. The prime minister is very thoughtful, so how could you miss so much?" Nan Wenqing pressed on every step of the way.

"Your Majesty also knows that there are many opportunities for me. Maybe I just think that Da Nan Tianzi bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and acted like a baby. Is it interesting? I'm tired of playing, and it's not too late to pick a good time to do it." Xia Yi was afraid that he would force him to ask again. , ruthlessly said.

"So Xia Yi, you don't hate me, do you?" Nan Wenqing said suddenly.

Xia Yi didn't expect him to ask such a question, his heart trembled suddenly, and he was a little at a loss.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty can also be a minister, and I prefer Jiangshan." Xia Yi said in a deep voice, not daring to move.

"But I can't, I can't let you lock me up to be your queen. The world of Da Nan was brought down by the late emperor, and I can't give it to you." Nan Wenqing hugged him, choked up.

Xia Yi was stunned, and murmured: "Your Majesty..." "A Yi, can you hug me, hug me?" Nan Wenqing shrank into his arms and hugged him The neck is very similar to that in the late autumn of last year, he lingered in the Prime Minister's mansion because he kept shrinking into his arms because he was afraid of the cold.

He still remembered that Xia Yi said to him at that time: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't do this."

Xia Yi also suddenly remembered that thick autumn day, he somehow gave His Majesty... Then Nan Wenqing replied with a smile: "What should I do? I shouldn't have slept with you, or I shouldn't have slept with you." Should I like you?"

Shouldn't...meet me.

The hand that was about to touch the little emperor's waist suddenly paused, and instead grabbed his arm, pulling the emperor away from himself.

"Ah... Yi?" Nan Wenqing was stunned.

"Your Majesty, let's go back. The tree fell down and the monkeys scattered. Tomorrow, there will be a battle of words and guns in the hall." Xia Yi said, taking off the cloak, raising his hand and throwing it back.

Nan Wenqing didn't reach out to pick it up, the fine fox fur cloak fell on the ground and raised ashes all over the ground.