Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

"Have you made up your mind?" Not long after Nan Wenqing left, a cold voice sounded.

Wearing a crisp white robe, a long sword that never leaves his body, and a habit of listening to corners.

It's just that he always wears a mask when he goes to the battlefield, so the world spreads the handsomeness of this brave and skilled general because he has no deterrent power on the battlefield.

I don't know how many boudoir women's hearts have been cheated from Da Nan.

"Why do you always like to hide and watch operas?" Xia Yi sighed, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Meng Yiyao who appeared in the prison at some time.

Meng Yiyao spread her hands and said with a smile: "Isn't this giving you another chance? Are you really planning to leave that poor boy alone in this deep palace?"

Xia Yi shook his head and said: "Isn't there still you? Your Majesty is still young, and there is plenty of time to forget me."

Meng Yiyao had no choice but to throw the package in her arms to him: "Change your clothes, and then... let's go, I will only take you out of the palace safely, and then fake this place as suicide. Live, I don't care."

"Okay." Xia Yi stood up and bowed his head in thanks.

Xia Yi thought that if he wanted to leave the palace, he would have to deal with it a lot, but he didn't expect Meng Yiyao to handle things so neatly... cruel.

It's just that I don't know if those jailers can bear the anger of the emperor when they wake up again.

"Master, can I ask you a question?" Xia Yi said in the carriage.

Meng Yiyao's hand paused: "Don't call me master."

Xia Yi smiled and said, "Even if you want to hear it in the future, I'm afraid you won't be able to hear it... cough cough."

Seeing him covering his mouth and coughing suddenly, Meng Yiyao frowned and said, "Are you poisoned?"

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while." Xia Yi said weakly.

Meng Yiyao was silent for a while, then calmly said, "What do you want to ask?"

Xia Yi looked at her, thought for a moment and said, "Why did you choose to go out of the mountain to follow His Majesty?"

Meng Yiyao was slightly startled, raised her hand to lightly stroke the long sword with a white scabbard in her hand, and said in thought, "Because my master asked me to protect this country." "It's definitely not all." Xia Yi smiled and pierced.

Meng Yiyao turned her head and saw Xia Yi looking at her thoughtfully.

Some helpless.

"Perhaps. In fact, at first I looked down on this child from the bottom of my heart... But later I found out that Your Majesty is really a good emperor." Meng Yiyao looked sideways to Zhuling, the snow was flying, and the same master It was the same as the day I carried her back to the mountain.

Of course she doesn't like this kid, his father killed her master.

Although she never understood...why the master had to lose his life.

But she seemed to gradually understand the meaning of Master's words.

"So, I am willing to serve him forever." Meng Yiyao said.

"What about you, when did you start? The one who joined the Second Prince's sect as an aide, the current Holy Majesty's sweetheart?" Meng Yiyao asked again pretending to be curious.

Xia Yi smiled: "It's very early, before I met you."

Meng Yiyao was a little startled, but she held the sword and stopped asking him.

The guards at the west gate had long since been withdrawn by Meng Yiyao, and now there is no one there.The cold wind was howling, and the heavy snow was flying non-stop, covering up the traces of the ruts one by one, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness, with no way to go or return.

"Should I say take care all the way?" The carriage stopped at the gate of the city, Meng Yiyao helped him down, and teased.

Xia Yi also smiled and shook his head, then turned to look at the towering tower.

It was dark and silent, with only the cold wind beating against the city tower, the surroundings were dark, but the brightly lit palace could be vaguely seen inside.

In this solemn palace lived his lover.

"Let me take a look again." Xia Yi said softly, and stepped back a few steps. This distance is just enough to see the Xuanzheng Hall covered with white snow at the end of the straight road inside the West City Gate.

"Putong__" Xia Yi straightened his clothes and knelt down on the ground upright. The breeze from the hem of his clothes swept away a few fine weeds, but he didn't move. The white snow fell on his shoulders and quickly piled up. stand up.

"My lord, I hope that your Majesty...the prosperous age will be safe and peaceful, and Haiyan and Heqing will be clear." Xia Yi choked with sobs, and raised his hands high, but he still refused to reach the ground.

"If you don't want to give up... just go back. He is not only the emperor, but also the person you love. If it were me, I would rather see her waste money for me and conquer everywhere than leave her alone The rest of my life." Meng Yiyao looked at him sluggishly in the snow, shook his head and sighed.

"But he is not only the person I love, but also the emperor... the father of the world. It is not mine alone, and it should not be mine alone." Xia Yi smiled wryly.

Tears ran down his cheeks, which were cut by the cold wind.

"My emperor, long live, long live... long live."

Finally, he slammed heavily on the ground.

With this, I bid farewell to my lord.