The moon is fading, a light breeze is blowing, with a hint of chill, and there are hidden secrets in the depths of the alleys, which is the Kyoto that the people of Iraq are familiar with.

The heavy rain was falling, and the boy who was standing at night gradually soaked his clothes, but he still stood there quietly, as if he had lost his soul, and Yiren watched from afar, clenching the dagger in his hand.

"Do you have to tell him now?"

The Yiren asked, "Or else?"

Seventeen was stunned, the hand holding the handle of the umbrella unconsciously forced, Yiren knew his concerns, "He will know sooner or later, rather than let him bear it as inexplicably as he is now, it is better to tell him all this." ”

"Seventeen." Yiren called softly, "Do you think I'm too selfish?"

Seventeen didn't answer, carefully put the cloak on her body, cut her ears and hair, and smiled gently, "The princess's golden fir today is very beautiful." ”

"Huh?" Yiren turned his head and smiled innocently, "Then the step on my head is not good-looking?"

Seventeen was stunned, put his hand to his lips, laughed lowly twice, and then carefully looked at the steps between her hair, and stepped forward to take a closer look, her nose wrinkled, "It's not good-looking." ”

"This is what all women in the world want?"

Seventeen still shook his head, and said in a matter-of-fact manner: "It's too cheesy to be worthy of you."

"Huh!" Yiren listened to his answer, smiled softly, nodded, and said helplessly: "I don't think it's good-looking, the world doesn't praise it because it's really good-looking, what they love is just the identity of this step symbol, it's really cumbersome to me, but it's better to bring it at this time."

Seventeen raised his eyebrows, "Okay." With that, he turned sideways and respectfully stood behind her for her shirt.

Walking with the moire roll cloak rolled up the light breeze on the ground, brought to Xiao Yu'an's face, he slowly raised his head, the girl in front of him, the white cloak was blown by the wind, she didn't like silk and satin, but she was wearing the most solemn clothes, the golden dress outlined the waist gracefully, the golden order on the waist was a symbol of her status, and then up, she tied her palace hair, the steps between the hair were swaying steadily, and the moonlight was shining with vulgar light.

And the man behind him, as usual, stood lazily behind her, with an umbrella to shield her from all the wind and frost in the world.

"There's nothing the princess wants to say to me?"

When he saw her like this, he knew that maybe things had already exceeded his expectations, and he spoke first, just to prevent others from seeing his panic.

Yiren's face was cold, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Xiao Yu'an smiled self-deprecatingly, tears running through the corners of his eyes, "Why are they doing this to my father?" Or rather, why do they have to push us back?"

He is not stupid, he knows the sinister nature of the court, he knows that sometimes he can't help himself in the court, so he just regards it as the struggle of the grass court, the prestige of your father in the court. Xiao Ye didn't dare to move at will, but now he was forcing his father to a dead end, there must be some reason.

Thinking of the attitude of Seventeen and Yiren when he wanted Kyoto at the beginning, they tried so hard to stop him at the beginning, making him suspect that Xiao Ye was targeting him, but why? Why? He is just a prince who has just entered the court, and he doesn't even hold real power in his hands, he really can't figure it out.

"If he is for the sake of the Xiao family's military power in my hands? Let's not talk about which master Xiao Jiajun is changing hands now, let's just say that Xiao Jiajun recognizes people and doesn't recognize people, and he drove my father to death, what good is it with him? ”

If all this is for the Xiao family's army, Xiao Ye will not execute the Hou Ye and make him lose his military heart, even if he wants to die, it will only let him die quietly, and now he is guillotined with such fanfare and spreads the news, there is only one possibility, Xiao Ye is targeting him, and all this is to force him back to Kyoto.

Xiao Ye has just ascended the throne in Beijing, and Kyoto is his base, so he must force him back to Kyoto, this is his purpose, and the cause and effect are not difficult, but he has never thought about it.

"So, why exactly? Why did he say that I was forced back to Kyoto?"

He asked sharply, but the indifferent expression of the person in front of him made him feel powerless, and a wave of anger burst out of his heart for no reason, "Speak! ”

Seventeen quietly stepped forward and blocked her behind, Ito reached out and pulled him down, she looked at the man in front of her who seemed to be drowning, watching the rain slowly flow down his eyebrows, she called softly, "Seventeen." ”

Seventeen endured it for a moment, but still took the umbrella, threw it to the side, and stepped forward to pull the cloak of the Yiren closer, and the rain fell on them, and the wind on their heads did not blow, and it blew loudly.

s Xiao Yu'an watched their actions, and was a little confused for a while, so he saw Yiren take out a brocade silk from his waist, hand it to him, and slowly knelt down, and Seventeen knelt behind her.

"Chen Panjun, participate in Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

"Weichen Yunqi, participate in Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

In an instant, lightning and thunder roared, Xiao Yu'an seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, he took two steps back in a panic, and looked at the person kneeling respectfully in front of him, "You, what do you call me?"

Yirenqing's cold voice sounded, without a trace of emotion, and repeated: "My emperor."

The two were still kneeling in the rain, the splashes of rain fell on their robes, Xiao Yu'an stepped forward in disbelief and picked up the brocade silk in Yiren's hand and slowly unfolded it, looking at it, he suddenly laughed, the laughter was extremely mocking, at least since the Yiren knew him, he had never seen him so gaffe.

He looked at the brocade silk, as if he had seen some big joke to share with them, "Prince? Prince! Hahaha! I'm the crown prince?"

He suddenly restrained the smile on his face and stared at Yiren viciously, "What nonsense are you talking about, how can I be the crown prince?" I am Xiao Shizi, His Royal Highness King Jing! ”

Yiren didn't answer, knelt in the rain silently, not looking directly into his eyes, Xiao Yu'an knew that as a subject, it was disrespectful not to look directly at the Son of Heaven at will.

In fact, the moment they knelt down, Xiao Yu already knew in his heart, what kind of person is Seventeen? How is it possible to make her bend her knees at will?

But he still can't believe it, he's the crown prince? In the testament that everyone is fighting for, it is written that he is the crown prince, he is the eldest son of the emperor, he is from the queen's mother, and the eldest son of the Dayan Dynasty!

But how is it possible, the emperor's eldest son died when he was three years old, twenty years ago when the palace changed night, he is the only son of Xiao Houfu, and he is also His Royal Highness King Jing, who was personally crowned by the emperor.

But when some past events came up, and those things that he couldn't figure out at the beginning could now be explained by the identity of the prince, he had to suspect that all this was a bureau, and he was the protagonist of this story, but he was also the last person to know.