Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

"Your Majesty, don't want it" "Go away!" Nan Wenqing kicked away the jailer in front of him who was blocking him, and hurriedly walked to the cell without caring about the image of a virtuous gentleman.

The chain was still tied to the wooden door, and there were cracks in the wooden makeup all around... He didn't pick the lock and escape, but kicked the door open.

Nan Wenqing tried her best to calm down, and approached to look for any clues.

If he kicked the door open, there are so many jailers here, they will definitely take action, and he shouldn't have received the news at this time.

Thinking about it this way, there should be an accomplice who knocked out the jailer before that.

But at night, the palace is heavily guarded, where will he leave?

"Your Majesty, General Meng came from the south gate early this morning, saying, saying..." Nan Wenqing was thinking, when he heard a little guard stumbling in again, hesitating and hawing, his eyes were full of panic.

"What?" Nan Wenqing calmed down and said in a deep voice.

"It is said that at the South City Gate, the prime minister's... corpse was found."

"You said...the corpse?" Nan Wenqing felt his mind go blank, staggered and nearly fell, and hurriedly supported Mu Zhuang beside him to stand still.

How could he die, how could he be so smart?

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it... Take me to the South City Gate!" Nan Wenqing trembled.

Even he himself doesn't know how embarrassed he is now.

Everyone had never seen His Majesty, who had always been dignified, lose his composure before, and they were terrified. Afraid that he would lose his mind, they would order all the nine clans to be punished, and ran up and down to lead the way.

The south city gate is not too far away from here, and when the time came, Meng Yiyao was guarding the city gate, and it seemed that there was ... a person pressing down on the thick snowdrift.

Meng Yiyao had already cleared away the snow a lot, and the bright red blood stains were no longer warm, but because the snow water hadn't dried up, large flakes seeped out from the snowdrifts, and the man still had a few arrow feathers sticking out of him.

"Your Majesty..." Meng Yiyao called out softly as she watched Nan Wenqing, who was staring blankly at the side with empty eyes.

"Who is he?" Nan Wenqing staggered in, only then could he clearly see the prison clothes that had been dyed reddish brown.

"Xia Yi escaped from prison and tried to escape from the south gate, but was discovered by several guards on duty... shot by an arrow and died." Meng Yiyao frowned.

Nan Wenqing squatted down awkwardly, wanting to touch the corpse, but was grabbed by Meng Yiyao: "Your Majesty, please calm down, you are the emperor of Da Nan, so you should do what you should do."

"I want...to see his face." Nan Wenqing said with a trembling voice.

Meng Yiyao obeyed the order to turn over the corpse, perhaps because the snow was falling too hard and the wind was too fast, she didn't notice that the little emperor's other hand was grabbing a part of the corpse, "tearing" tore apart a piece of fabric.

Turning the corpse over, it was the face he was most familiar with, delicate and gentle, like the spring breeze in March.It's just that the blood color has long since disappeared, and there is still dried blood at the corner of the mouth, which is very oozing.

But in his eyes, everything is beautiful.

Nan Wenqing didn't say anything, just clasped her hands and stared at the corpse.

"Bury him." After a long time, Nan Wenqing said, but couldn't hear his emotions.

Meng Yiyao was a little startled by his calm reaction, and immediately heard Nan Wenqing coldly say: "Follow me to the imperial study." Meng Yiyao frowned. She claimed that there was nothing wrong with the corpse, and very few people knew about Yushan's disguise technique.

"Ayao, do you know? When the former emperor chatted with me, he talked about a very interesting experience." On the way back to the imperial study, Nan Wenqing suddenly said.

"I would like to hear the details." Meng Yiyao followed behind.

"The former second prince of Mobei, He Feng, was sent to Da Nan. He once pretended to be the late emperor, bluffed and deceived him in the Danan palace, but was caught by the late emperor." Nan Wenqing paused, then sighed. : "At that time, the Mobei mission was terrified. However, the late emperor did not punish the crime, but asked him to learn the art of disguise."

Meng Yiyao was startled, and naturally heard that Nan Wenqing had something else to say.

"Your Majesty..." Entering the Imperial Study Room, the warm room is bright and open. Walking in, it is the dragon chair where the little emperor handles political affairs. Several porcelain vases beside him contain dozens of scrolls... ...And on the imperial case, there is a roll of paintings spread out, and it is the man's picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

"Yesterday at the South City Gate, all the guards were dismissed, so it's just you and him?" Nan Wenqing asked, rubbing the scroll lightly.

Meng Yiyao's heart tightened, and she knelt down with a "Putong__".

Shouldn't the little emperor lose his mind and cry bitterly while hugging Xia Yi's body?

How can you be as sensible as a normal person?

"I don't mean to blame you. You did a good job of disguise, but...you just missed it." Nan Wenqing did not disclose how to see it. Seeing that Meng Yiyao didn't Talking, and said: "I just want to know, when did you conspire with him? It was before... the Shangyuan Festival, right?"

Ever since Meng Yiyao broke in to rescue him, he felt strange that she never liked to participate in this kind of banquet. After all these years, it was the first time she appeared in the royal city on the Shangyuan Festival, and so coincidentally stopped her. Xia Yi conspired against him.

"You guys, are you hiding something from me?" Nan Wenqing said in a deep voice.

Meng Yiyao looked at the little emperor's pretending to be calm, and she simply felt a slap in the face, and said quickly, "The Prime Minister must have his own difficulties."

"Why? What reason does he have to do this?" Nan Wenqing suddenly roared as if the last embankment had collapsed.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me!" Seeing that the little emperor seemed to be irritated by his own words, Meng Yiyao didn't speak, but he kept mumbling "Why..." "Ye Yi Yi!" Nan Wenqing was anxious, and threw the jade cup beside her to the ground. The pieces scattered all over the ground, but none of them fell on Meng Yiyao.

Meng Yiyao knelt on the ground, but she didn't know how to speak, she just watched the little emperor vent.

Even when he loses his temper, he always restrains himself.

"You, Xia Yi, father...everyone of you said it was for me, and you all said you had your own difficulties, but no one came to ask...ask me how I feel .”

"What do you think of me? A trustworthy friend? A king who serves wholeheartedly? Or a puppet born only for Da Nan!"

Nan Wenqing sobbed weakly, never felt so powerless: "I also have a heart, and I also have someone I like..." "Why don't you tell me, why make up your own mind, why... ..." Nan Wenqing collapsed beside the imperial case, sobbing uncontrollably.

Why... leave me without saying a word.