In the scorching summer, the wind is hot and dry.

Xiao Yi stared at his brother's head, but what came to his mind was the noble Lang Jun who was as gentle as jade and had a modest demeanor.

He once traveled thousands of miles to Shu County, just to take a look at his younger brother, whom he had never met.

After he was wronged by his mother, he led him back to his home, personally brought him a bowl of beef noodle soup, stroked his back, and gently called him "Ah Yan".

Xiao Yi closed his eyes.

He wrapped his head in brocade cloth and handed it to Shiku: "Take it back and bury it well." ”

The forbidden army of the palace tower surrounded him.

The deputy commander of the forbidden army led by him rode on a horse, holding a halberd, and said coldly and arrogantly: "Humble duty to His Royal Highness King Yong, His Royal Highness returned to Chang'an for the first time, I don't know, this traitor's head was ordered by the queen mother to be hung on the city tower, without the mother's decree, no one is allowed to do it without permission——"

The cold light suddenly appeared, like the light of the sky.

The nine-foot Mo knife suddenly slashed through the neck of the deputy commander!

He still maintained a cold and arrogant expression on his face, but his head rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and he did not stop until he was next to the hooves of the horse of ten words.

Blood gushed from his skull, and his tall body slanted on the horse's back, and he soon fell to the ground.

The other forbidden troops were immediately terrified.

They swallowed their saliva and looked at Xiao Yi's gaze where there was still the snubbing just now.

Xiao Yi put away his knife and casually urged the horse towards the palace: "In this world, the surname is Xiao." ”

Go to the Imperial Study.

The chief administrator hurriedly saluted him with a smile: "Slave to His Royal Highness King Yong, please be safe!" His Royal Highness has been gone for 20 years, but when he returned, he brought back the ten counties in the southwest, greatly expanding the territory of my country, and he is the hero of my Dayong! ”

After filming the sycophant, he saw Xiao Yi looking impatient.

He coughed lightly and hurriedly went in to pass the word.

Xiao Yi was introduced into the imperial study.

The imperial study room is elegantly arranged, but it is a pity that there is no such thing as a chapter, a national seal, etc., the room is full of ink treasures and books, and the walls are hung with ancient paintings, which is not like the study of the king of a country, but like the mountain residence of a literati and ink writer.

A man sat kneeling under the window.

Wearing a plain white ink bamboo pattern robe, wearing a gold crown, and a handsome face, he is seriously sketching a pair of gongbi drawings on rice paper.

Xu is health is not very good, he didn't paint for long, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently, but his lips were even redder, and Jun's face was flushed, showing a moonlight-like beauty in his illness.

Xiao Yi looked at him.

This man is his father.

In the Dayong Dynasty, the man with the most no sense of existence.

Xiao Yi really had no desire to salute.

He sat down, picked up a fragrant tea cup casually, and slowly stroked the tea lid: "I just came back from the southwest, and I specially entered the palace to ask my father for peace." ”

Xiao Yu raised his eyes.

After looking at Xiao Yi for a moment, he said gently: "Over the years, has Ah Yan been doing well?" ”

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and had an unkind attitude: "What do you think?" ”

"Ah Yan hates me?"

"You connived at her, killed your eldest son, and even hung his head on the palace tower for public display. There is no distinction between loyalty and treachery, and you are a ruler in vain. If you don't save yourself when you die, you will be a father in vain. ”

Xiao Yu didn't seem to expect that when they met for the first time, he was scolded by this son.

He withdrew his gaze and quietly picked up his pen and licked the ink.

I wanted to continue to sketch the bamboo leaves on the paper, but the hand holding the pen trembled a little.

After a while, he said softly, "She likes it." ”

"She still likes the Xiao family, do you want to give it up?"

Xiao Yu was silent.

Xiao Yi wanted to eat tea, but seeing him in such a posture, he was extremely disappointed in this so-called father, where did he still have the intention of eating tea.

He got up, gave a perfunctory bow, and left the study.

The fine bamboo curtain makes the sunlight that penetrates into it extraordinarily gentle.

Xiao Yu covered his fists and coughed a few times, although he was the Son of Heaven, his eyes were full of loneliness.

Xiao Yi stepped out of the threshold.

Shiyan waited outside, and said in a low voice: "Gonggong Liu just came over to spread the word, saying that all the civil and military officials are waiting in the Gaoyang Palace, waiting for His Highness to come over and eat the wind wine." Several royal highnesses were also there. ”

"No, no." Xiao Yi walked down the steps, "Does the princess have any news?" ”

Ten words followed: "The Tianshu secret guards have dispersed and infiltrated the Chang'an market, if the princess is in Chang'an, within half a month, she will definitely be able to find clues." ”

Xiao Yi bowed his head.

Ten words followed suit, looked at the direction of Gaoyang Palace, and said worriedly: "When you first return to Chang'an, you don't give face to those ministers of the family, will you cause trouble?" I heard that the Dayong Dynasty is almost controlled by the big families, and their power is even faintly above the supremacy of the imperial power......"

Xiao Yi held the reins.

He turned over and got on the horse, unable to hook his lips: "A group of rats who rely on the shadow of their ancestors, why bother to give face?" ”

After speaking, he grabbed the horse's belly and galloped away towards the outside of the palace.

Ten words sent him away.

His Royal Highness the young King Yong is freshly dressed and angry, and his posture is arrogant.

On the contrary, he has arrogant capital.

Shi Yan couldn't help but admire: "The heroes recorded in the history books are probably so generous, right?" In this world, no one can make my Highness bow his head and knees......"

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"Greetings to Grandmother. I'm sorry I lost Nan Jiaojiao. ”

Nanfu, main hall.

Xiao Yi honestly knelt on the futon and lowered his head.

The hall was full of the Nan family.

Mrs. Nan sat upright, looking kind and plump in the past, but now she has lost a lot of weight, her old eyes are red and swollen, and there are many fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, obviously washing her face with tears every day.

She turned her face away, hid her face and cried, obviously not wanting to see Xiao Yi.

On one side of the hall, there are Jiang and Nanmu and their sister-in-law Nan Chengli in the second room, and on the other side are Cheng Yerou and Nanguang in the third room, as well as their young son who has just turned one year old.

Everyone grew up watching Nan Baoyi and regarded her as a treasure, and they didn't blame Xiao Yi because of his noble status.

Jiang was still calm and asked, "Chengshu wrote a letter and said that your mother kidnapped Jiaojiao...... Xiao Yi, how can you be bullied by your family?! ”

Xiao Yi was silent.

Cheng Yerou handed over the baby to the nurse, looked sideways at Xiao Yi, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that our whole family has been deceived by this negative person!" He is Xiao Daoyan, the son of Dayong, but the name written on the marriage book back then was Xiao Yi. So that marriage letter is invalid at all! Xiao Yi, you treat our whole family as idiots, deliberately cheat on marriage, and live up to the love of Jiaojiao, your heart can be punished! ”

The words made the old lady even more sad.

Mama Ji followed to wipe her tears: "Ancestor, don't cry, you have been crying for two months, and if you cry again, these eyes will be blind from crying......"

In an atmosphere of anger and sadness, Nanguang swallowed melon seeds and glanced at Xiao Yi.

This guy is wearing a crown of golden hair of the dragon, and he is the prince of Dayong!

Maybe in the future, he can still be the Emperor of Dayong!

He was greedy and cleared his throat: "What, let me say a few words, in fact, Ah Yan didn't mean to live up to Jiaojiao, Ah Yan has not had a good time these years, we are all elders, we must be more considerate of him-"

"Shut up!"

Everyone in the Nan family spoke in unison.

Nanguang shut up in horror.

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