The moonlight is like water, pouring on the jade of Qionglou in the palace of Yupang, and every grass and tree in the palace is plated with a layer of silver halo, and the earth is clear.

A lonely figure walked out of the shadow cast by the tall building, Nangong Yu's face was gloomy, his pace was slow, and he wandered aimlessly in the palace, and finally walked to the temple.

He pondered for a long time in front of the ancestral tablet, until the bright moon was slanting low in the night sky, and for a long time until the songworms hidden in the grass whispered.

Walking out of the temple, he looked up at the sky and sighed, the moonlight was bright, but it couldn't dispel the haze in his heart.

Drifting aimlessly in the night breeze again, I unconsciously walked into a palace called Fanghua.

Fanghua Hall is called Fanghua, but it is full of depression and loneliness, the corner of the courtyard is full of weeds, there is a moss mark around the bluestone slab, and the high stone steps in front of the hall are full of barren leaves and dust.

Apparently, it has been uninhabited for a long time.

Nangong Yu slowly ascended to the high platform, only to hear a "squeak", and the heavy hall door was slowly pushed open, accompanied by flying dust.

Nangong Yu was in a complicated mood and slowly walked into the hall. The furnishings in the house were the same as before, and all the objects had not moved an inch, but the familiar figure was no longer visible here.

The woman who once lived here was the one he loved the most, and likewise, the one he hated the most.

If he hadn't listened to her instigation, many years ago, he would not have provoked a war against Chiyan for no reason, and that national war had exhausted his breath, so that he could survive today.

He never thought that the woman he loved most in his life was Huai Song's meticulous work.

It's ironic, as an emperor, he should be ruthless, but he is an amorous person.

How deep the hatred is, how real the love is, although the woman is no longer there, Nangong Yu will still avoid everyone from time to time, and come to the Fanghua Hall when there is no one around, in order to express his sorrow and miss.

Affectionate parting since ancient times......

……

In Chongfu Palace, Yongan was holding a baby's shirt, and her eyes never took her eyes off it, which was one of the few things she brought back about children.

In recent days, because of the war, the people in the palace were panicked, and Yong'an was also very busy, and as soon as he was free, he missed his children.

A tear slid down the corner of her eye, she thought so much, so much about her son who was thousands of miles away.

"Child, my mother is sorry for you."

"Princess, please see the ministers outside the palace." Ichinomiya appeared behind her.

Yongan hurriedly wiped away his tears and sorted out his emotions, then turned around and asked, "Brother Wang didn't summon them again?"

The palace man bowed his head in reply.

Forever relieved of her helplessness, as soon as she heard that someone outside the palace had asked to see her, she guessed their intention. Now, the Daxin and Huaisong coalition forces have reached the Hanqi Pass, and the eight states in the Guanzhong have been lost, if they break through the Hanqi Pass, all the way to the south, and capture Anzhou, there is no natural danger barrier, and they will go straight in, and they will go under the royal city.

These ministers have come to see her many times in recent days, and she knows that women are not allowed to interfere in politics, not to mention that she is still a princess, and legal and reasonable reasons are not tolerated.

But now that the country is in trouble, Brother Wang is still indulging in pleasure and still ignoring the government.

There is no choice but to trespass.

Thinking of this, Yong'an's brows furrowed even tighter: "Invite them in."

"No"

After a while, more than a dozen ministers poured into the hall, the older ones were all white-haired, staggering, and the younger ones were only about thirty, all of them with sad faces and anxious expressions.

The prime minister, the Taiwei, the imperial history, the political officer, the squire, the long history and other courtiers who cared for their family and country all arrived here.

"Ministers, see Her Royal Highness the Princess." Everyone knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Yong'an.

Where could Yong'an stand such a heavy bow, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the prime minister Wang Qihe, who had passed the age of ear shun: "Please get up quickly, no need to be polite."

Wang Qihe trembled up under Yong'an's support, and everyone behind him also got up.

Wang Qihe once again saluted Yong'an, and the words were full of affection: "This is the autumn of critical survival, even if our soldiers fought bloodily, after all, they were defeated by the iron cavalry of the Daxin people, and the eight states in Guanzhong were all lost by the enemy. Speaking of this, Wang Qihe burst into tears.

When Yongan heard this, his heart was sour, and his eyes were red.

The surrounding courtiers were moved and wiped their tears with their sleeves.

Wang Qihe sighed and continued: "The ministers waited outside the Yonghe Hall all day long, and begged Your Majesty to summon them, but Your Majesty sang songs day and night, drank and had fun with the harem concubines, and for a few days, the ministers did not see Your Majesty. Two lines of tears slid down his ravine-strewn face.

"Brother Wang has recently refused to even leave the palace. The prime minister's heart is concerned about the family and the country, and his loyalty can be seen from the sun and the moon, Yong'an is grateful when he hears it, but the Nangong family is ashamed of the adults. Yongan expressed his gratitude to Wang Qihe with the highest etiquette in the palace.

"The princess has tormented the old minister." Wang Qihe led everyone to kneel on the ground again, "If there is no way to resist the enemy, the Southern Zhou Dynasty will be in danger of losing the country, so the ministers have the courage to ask Her Royal Highness the princess to repair a letter to General Chiyan Baiyi, asking him to read it for the sake of the two of you husband and wife, and ask the King of Chiyan to send troops to support the Southern Zhou, so that there will be a glimmer of life." ”

As soon as ......she heard the word Bai Yi, there were ripples in her eternal peace of mind, she had broken up with him, and now, what face did she have to beg him.

"The old minister knew that the princess was in trouble, and the ministers dared to ask the princess to read it for the sake of the common people in the world, and ask Chiyan to send troops to support."

"For the sake of the common people in the world, please ask Chiyan to send troops to support." All the ministers kneeling in the hall echoed, spoke earnestly, and pinned all their hopes on Yong'an.

Yongan clenched his fists, the expression in his eyes was complicated, and his heart was flustered for a while.

"Princess." Wang Qihe amplified his voice, "May the princess think of the people in the world." If it is all about pleading, this sentence carries a little coercion, coercing Yong'an with the safety of the common people in the world.

Yongan took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and thousands of thoughts surged through his heart, do you really want to write, do you really want to let go of the only remaining self-esteem and pride? But what flows in her body is the blood of the Nangong family after all, and living in this palace of Yupang, she must care about the people of the world and worry about their safety.

Thinking of this, Yongan turned around and walked to the bookcase on the side, and in those few steps, she walked heavily and hard.

Spread out the brocade silk, dipped the ink and lifted the pen, trying to stabilize his mind, but the trembling hand could not stop it no matter how hard he tried.

If you look closely, you will definitely find anomalies in the handwriting.

"General, Yong'an is ashamed, and he knows that he has no shame to write to Yuer. Now that Nanzhou is in trouble, the lives are in misery, and I, as a member of the Nangong family, can't bear to see the sufferings of the common people. I know that Chiyan and Nanzhou are like siblings, and I know that Emperor Yan is generous and benevolent, and I hope that the general will remember my sincere heart, and implore Emperor Yan to send troops to support, and my country will be grateful for your kindness every day. The general's kindness, Yong'an, will also be grateful. ”

These are the most difficult words Yongan has ever written in his life, and writing these 100 words is already the limit.

Yongan picked up the brocade silk, turned around and sent it to Wang Qihe.

Wang Qihe took it from Yong'an's hand excitedly, his hands trembled, and he examined it for a long time, although he was not very satisfied with Yong'an's words, he was still overjoyed: "Nanzhou is saved, there is a ...... saved"

Wang Qihe burst into tears, and the ministers behind him were also excited: "The ministers are grateful to the princess for knowing the righteousness."

Yongan nodded slightly: "Go ahead."

"The ministers have been bothering the princess for a long time, and they are ashamed in their hearts, so they will retire."

Watching the mighty group of people walk out of the main hall, Yongan took a few steps back, sat down behind the bookcase, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

……

A little later, Yong'an walked outside the Yonghe Palace, wanting to persuade Nangong Yu to wake up with his own words, he didn't want Brother Wang to be so decadent and be dubbed a "mediocre" absurd name by the world.

She heard the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras in unison, and when she walked in, the hall was full of laughter.

She wanted to rush into the temple, but was stopped by the palace people.

Yongan was quite angry and looked at them coldly: "This princess has something to see the king, let this princess in."

The palace people were embarrassed: "The king has explained, no one is allowed to enter."

"Get out of the way, there's something to do with the princess." Yongan tried his best to hold back his anger.

"Princess, don't make it difficult for the villain."

Yongan snorted coldly, and suddenly made a move, knocking the palace people at the gate of the palace to the ground with three strikes and five divisions, and rushed into the palace.

When she came here today, she didn't want to return in vain.

In a hurry, the only way to do this is to use force.

A scene in the hall made Yong'an even more chilling, and from a distance, behind the high desk, on the carved dragon seat, Nangong Yu, who was wearing purple clothes, was surrounded by several palace concubines, drinking wine and eating delicious food.

On the auspicious cloud red carpet in the middle, more than a dozen graceful women twisted their postures and danced the newly rehearsed dance.

The treasury is empty, the supply of military food for the front-line soldiers is still insufficient, and Brother Wang is still extravagant and wasteful?

Yong'an, who was originally mild-tempered, suddenly rushed forward, and somewhere he got the strength, picked up a guqin and threw it to the ground angrily.

The piano is broken in half.

Everyone in the hall was shocked, and the sound of silk and bamboo stopped abruptly.

"The villain is guilty of failing to stop the princess." The people of the first palace staggered in and knelt in the middle of the main hall.

Nangong Yu did not condemn him, and raised his hand to signal him to go down.

"Yong'an, what does this mean?" Nangong Yu frowned slightly.

Yong Anxin was full of disappointment, but he still pinned his hopes on Nangong Yu: "Brother Wang, the eight states in Guanzhong have been lost, and the thieves have attacked Hanqi Pass, and now, Southern Zhou is in danger, and Brother Wang, as the lord of a country, should no longer indulge in lust every day."

Nangong Yu clenched his fists, how could he not know this, even if he drank and had fun every day, he was still familiar with the war situation, but now, what else could he do: "My Nanzhou has been breathing for a long time, and my breath is about to run out, and Brother Wang can't do anything." He finally confided his truest thoughts.

Yong'an was not afraid of his majesty, rushed to him in a few steps, and held back his anger: "The ancients still said that they knew that they couldn't do it, but now, Brother Wang hasn't tried yet, how can he say that he can't do anything?"

After Yongan finished speaking, he angrily brushed his sleeves and left.

The rest of Nangong Yu froze in place, repeatedly thinking about Yong'an's last words: "I haven't tried yet, how can I say that I can't do anything?"

yes, he's been running away from it all along.

Leaving the seat, dressing up, and in the stunned eyes of everyone in the hall, he walked out of the Yonghe Hall step by step and walked towards the Chongming Palace.

Along the way, he walked firmly and strongly.