It's time, Nangong Mingyu thinks.

……

The next day, there was a lot of discussion in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and it was nothing more than Her Majesty the Empress going out on patrol in micro-clothes and on her way back to Beijing.

On one side is the court, which is now temporarily held by Fengjun Nangong Mingyu.

Feng Jun is the previous Prime Minister of the Left, and with the approval of the National Teacher, no one will dare to question this.

Today's ~ day of the early dynasty is the abbot of Nangong Mingyu, after the dispersal of the dynasty, he has been in the imperial study, dealing with the government during this period of time, and the twists and turns are simply piled up into a mountain.

"Mingyu, I've worked hard for you this time." When no one is around, the old national teacher calls him by this name.

Nangong Mingyu was dressed in a purple-black robe, sitting in front of the bookcase that had been temporarily moved aside, raising her eyes, and there was a bitter smile under the silver mask: "If the old national teacher really feels sorry for me, this time she will have to bother the national teacher when she comes back." ”

"Hahaha!!" It was the first time for the old national teacher to see Nangong Mingyu so unconfident, but seeing the silver mask on his face, his shrewd eyes flashed with unbearability, and he restrained the smile on his face: "This is certain, you are the person I am most optimistic about." ”

Nangong Mingyu simply put down the brush in his hand, walked out of the bookcase, came to the old national teacher, and knelt on one knee.

"Mingyu, you are ......"

Today, the old national teacher and Nangong Mingyu talked for a long time in the imperial study, and in the middle of the night, the national teacher still insisted on returning to the national teacher's mansion.

All he thought about in his mind was Nangong Mingyu and his honest words, and his brows were twisted into knots.

"Master Guoshi, it's late at night, you can rest."

The National Teacher waved his hand and walked towards the door.

"Master Guoshi, you're so late, where are you going?"

"Don't follow." The National Teacher spoke to stop the footsteps behind him.

He wanted to go to a place, a place he hadn't been to for a long time, and Fang Ruxi didn't know.

……

In the palace, Nangong Mingyu didn't sleep that night, after he finished saying those words to the old national teacher, he was always in the imperial study and never left.

Now his heart is a little better, he thought that after telling the old national teacher, he would blame, or say something, but no.

The old national teacher didn't say anything, and after listening to his words, he left the palace in a hurry.

He smiled, and did not stop it, but secretly sent someone to send the old national teacher back to the house safely.

He stood in front of the bookcase, standing with his hands in his hands, and stood for hours at a time.

When he told the old national teacher about Yuhua Village back then, he had been kneeling there, and after he finished speaking, he had been standing here again, as if he had completely lost his tiredness.

The phoenix eyes skimmed aside the celadon that held the painting scroll, and took out one of them with his slender hand, which was the portrait of Shen Yu he saw here after Fang Ruxi left the palace.

At that time, he was angry and wanted to tear off this eye-catching danqing.

But he didn't, but painted a self, a ......

Nangong Mingyu opened the scroll and paved it in front of the dragon book case.

Above is a beautiful Yuhua Village, that day is the Mid-Autumn Festival, they are all teenagers, Nangong Mingyu has liked purple robes since he was a child, and Fang Ruxi has always liked white dresses before.

That day, Nangong Mingyu held Fang Ruxi's hand, and there was a big burden behind him.

Fang Ruxi asked suspiciously: "Brother Nineteen, what is behind you?" ”

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No. XXVIII, Chapter III