Ito looked at the man in front of him in silence, laughing wildly and saddening as wildly.

At the beginning, they went all the way north to Xiao Ye but didn't make a move, she knew that Xiao Ye must have left a more ruthless move, so at the beginning. When the news of the little marquis's treason reached Beijing. He knew that Xiao Ye had done it. But at first he didn't understand why he chose Xiao Monkey, until 17 reminded him of a trick. It dawned on her.

She couldn't believe it, but the name written on the testament made him not believe that the eldest son of the emperor was given the word "An" by the ancestor emperor, and was known as the family and country.

Xiao Ye didn't know where he got the news of Yu Zhao, and took the dangerous move of Xiao Houfu, but it is certain that this will definitely bring a heavy blow to Xiao Yu'an, according to Xiao Yu'an's personality, he will definitely not ignore Xiao Houfu, Xiao Ye's purpose is to force him to return to Beijing, and kill him in Kyoto, if he doesn't return to Kyoto, he can use his ruthlessness and unrighteousness to abandon the Northern Army to make a fuss.

Dayan fell apart, but there were two factions, one was the new court, most of these people in the court were practical after a major reform, and the other was a family, a century-old family rooted in Kyoto, in which the relationship was complicated, and naturally these recruits in the court could not compare.

One is the rumored prince who died at the age of three, and the other is the emperor of the dynasty who holds the military power, it all depends on the choice of the family, and the family puts interests first, and obviously now Xiao Ye can give them more, without the support of the family, they can only huddle together for warmth.

When Yiren wanted to understand this, she knew that she must not let Xiao Yu'an return to Beijing, and she could not let him be trapped in Kyoto, but she also understood that if she was not allowed to return to Beijing, he would also be stopped outside Kyoto for the rest of his life.

This rain has been falling for a long time, and the two of them are still kneeling for a long time, after a long silence, Xiao Yu'an slowly calmed down, he looked at the girl who was kneeling straight, "I'm the prince?" Who are you?"

"Minister?" Yiren closed his eyes, "The daughter of the general of the northern Zhenguo, the courtier, the title, Panjun." ”

Seventeen behind him raised his head suddenly, looked at her, his fingers suddenly tightened, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, no wonder, no wonder she often heard him say things in the north, she always looked nostalgic, he said that he wanted to take her back to the north, she always lowered her head, and said lightly: "I can't go back!"

He didn't understand before, it turned out that the north was her home.

"Oh?" Xiao Yu'an seemed to be puzzled by her identity, tilting his head to look at her, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

Yiren put the sword of the Son of Heaven at his waist in front of him, "Courtier, title Panjun." ”

"I know that."

"No, you don't know!" Yiren looked directly at him, picked up the sword of the Son of Heaven on the ground and slowly got up, "When the courtiers were the daughters of the generals of the northern realm, they were titled Panjun, which means to hope for the return of the king, and when I was a princess, I was titled to judge the king, which meant to judge the king." ”

Xiao Yu'an was stunned, he didn't even know that the brocade silk in his hand was scattered, he looked at the girl who was approaching him step by step, the girl was dressed in a golden palace, and she walked towards him, she said, "When I was the lord of the county, I called myself a courtier, and I was at the behest of Your Majesty, but when I was a princess, Your Majesty, still called me Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

She stared at him for a moment, her gaze was firm, "Do you know why my Feng Zhao hasn't come down?"

"Because I can't let the world know the title of Her Royal Highness the Princess, this sentence is not the king."

"But Your Majesty, Panjun has never been Panjun in his life."

"I am also the proud daughter of the sky, innocently dripping into this troubled water, Your Majesty feels pitiful, maybe think about us."

After saying that, she slowly turned around and walked back, "In the future, I hope that Your Majesty will think twice, and the sword of the Son of Heaven in the hand of the judge will not kill the benevolent monarch, but it will not tolerate the Holy Son." ”

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.