Your Majesty's three views follow the five senses

Nan Wenqing originally wanted to escort Nan Manfeng back to Wangcheng to be held accountable for his crime, but Nan Manfeng insisted on refusing to leave, and only wanted to die.

Nan Wenqing had no choice but to compromise, and ordered Nan Manfeng to be executed in Tongzhou, and left with Mei Zhenxue first.

In the end, Nan Wenqing still couldn't see his close relatives, and was ordered to be beheaded by himself.

Nan Manfeng was relieved.

He is the most proud prince in Da Nan, and he doesn't want Nan Wenqing to abolish the government for personal reasons, otherwise, under the nine springs, he doesn't know how to face the emperor brother.

"A Yi, am I right?" Nan Wenqing murmured in the carriage.

In less than a month, he was cautious, but Uncle Wang, who ruled one side separately, ended up like this.

Xia Yi rubbed the little emperor's head, and said softly: "Since your majesty has done it, you shouldn't ask me if it's right."

"I know what an emperor should do." Nan Wenqing couldn't understand what he meant, and he spoke one majesty and one minister, just implying that as an emperor, what he should do.

"But what about me as a nephew?" Nan Wenqing held Xia Yi's hand and said blankly.

He didn't know that it was his Uncle Wang, the relative who would enter the palace to make him laugh, play with him, and play sloppy in front of his father when he was young.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the origin of this golden keel fan?" Xia Yi didn't answer him, but asked instead.

"Yes...it was forged by the late emperor himself, and given to me as a birthday present." Nan Wenqing looked at the fan in his hand, and replied in a low voice.

"Ordinary fans are made of wood and bone paper, but your majesty's keel gold fan is unusual. It can even be called a weapon...Your majesty, you are the emperor, so you have nothing to say. The fan given by the first emperor, one is possible." It is for self-defense, and the second is to hope that you can understand and be vigilant at all times, the burden of this world is not so easy to bear." Xia Yi said seriously.

Nan Wenqing choked for a moment, not knowing how to answer Xia Yi.

In fact, what Xia Yi said was correct. From the moment he sat on the throne, he could be a virtuous monarch in the eyes of his courtiers, a beloved king in the eyes of the people, and a feared opponent in the eyes of the enemy, but he was no longer himself.

Just like he can be Nan Manfeng's emperor, but not Nan Manfeng's nephew.

"Actually, Your Majesty doesn't need to blame himself, this is the ending he chose." Xia Yi rubbed Nan Wenqing's eyebrows, and said carefully.

Nan Manfeng is arrogant, and the first emperor also liked his younger brother very much. In this world, there are probably only two people, Nan Zheng and Mei Zhenxue, let him stumble, right?

This is the ending he chose.

From the moment he met Mei Zhenxue, he knew that he was sorry for the first emperor and Da Nan.

He wanted to atone for his sins, but he was reluctant to love his lover, so he was willing to drink poison and rub himself... Perhaps since then, he has been bent on death.

"Ah Yi, it's snowing." Nan Wenqing was depressed alone, opened the bamboo curtain, and saw the heavy snow outside at some time. "Yes, it's snowing." Xia Yi was caught by Nan Wenqing's voice and nodded.The little emperor was afraid of the cold, and he was afraid that the cold would disturb him, so he quickly hugged Nan Wenqing and rubbed his hands.

"Ayi, that's not the case." Nan Wenqing smiled wryly, he is not Miss Jiao, why can't he stand the cold?

"As for." Xia Yi had no room for maneuver, frowned and bent his arms tightly, holding Nan Wenqing's hand firmly.

Nan Wenqing smiled, but didn't resist, and let him hug her.

I just feel that it can be like this all the time, which is also very good and very warm.

The cold wind is bleak, but the carriage is warm. Xia Yi's team from Yuzhou is protecting the two carriages and gradually heading for the royal city. At this time, the city of Tongzhou...is still covered with snow. , one after another like the catkins in the spring when they first met.

It's just that the willow catkins carry a biting wind, which can blow people into pure natural ice sculptures in winter.

There was probably a sun in the sky, but it was hard to see clearly in the snow.

Nan Manfeng raised his head and saw a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes. It was impossible to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.Maybe it's the end of the day, in the past one piece after another is like melting snow, but today it's as clear as a knife carved into a board three minutes deep.

He saw a plum blossom falling quietly in the distance, and white snow fell from the petals rustlingly.

He seemed to smell the quiet fragrance of plum blossoms.

Suddenly, he remembered the first time the two of them met.

In March, Yangliuchun, he followed the first emperor to attack Mobei.Mobei, where the sky was full of yellow sand, was filled with gunpowder smoke at that time, and it seemed that all the spring spirit dissipated with the black smoke.

In the battle at Zhennanguan, it seemed that the blood was bright red when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes.

The corpses were scattered all over the field, and it was impossible to wrap a straw mat and place them in a mass grave.

All the people in the city who could be evacuated have been evacuated to the neighboring Huaizhou Wuzhou.Those that cannot be evacuated should be hidden in cellars and mountains as much as possible.Nanman is fashionable and young, and he only thinks about ordering troops on the battlefield, and riding on horseback to secure the world.

Young people, always with a bit of arrogance, wearing a white jade crown, holding a sword and mounting a horse.

But the war was far more cruel than he imagined.With repeated defeats, repeated defeats, and running out of ammunition and food, he is almost about to put all his eggs in one basket.

"General! Let's break out of the siege! Make a bloody road!" That was one time, he led hundreds of elite cavalry into the enemy's trap by mistake, and was besieged on the mountain near Zhennan Pass.

"Yes, General! If we continue to stay like this, we will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?"

Nan Manfeng heard the angry voices of his subordinates, the sound of falcons and vultures whirling above the mountains, their wings beating and singing.

The noise made his brain roar, almost exploding.

"Kill! Rush out! Kill until no one is left behind!"

Nan Manfeng drew out his saber, and the heart of the sword flew up, throwing the ground with a loud sound.

"Kill! Go __" It's like drinking a few pots of good wine, the stamina is high, the paralyzed brain can't think and can only go along.Rush, rush! Kill, kill them all!

What kind of monsters dare to be arrogant?

The twilight is deep, and the sky is burning with clouds.

The very hungry tiger came out of the cave and rushed into the group of farmers waiting for rabbits.

Nan Manfeng rode his horse and rushed forward, flipping his wrist and skimming the enemy's neck, and blood gushed to him in an instant.Like a red ribbon, lightly wrapped around the body.

— one, two.

New colors were added to the armor and battle robe, and layers of fresh blood coagulated into blood clots, turning black in color.The yellow sand raised under the horse's hooves never left his sight, making it a bit blurry.

But Nan Manfeng still didn't stop.

Hissing, screaming, howling wind.

"Report to the king on the golden platform, and lead the jade dragon to die for the king."

At that moment, even if there is no golden platform, no handed down sword, as long as he is on this battlefield, his blood will naturally boil.

From the bottom of my heart, burning to hands and feet, and eyes.

The desire to kill grows and spreads in this world to its fullest, until it covers the sky and the sun.In the light of blood, he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or someone else's.