As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

As we bid farewell to late autumn and approach the eve of winter, the wind is howling.

He Yue's face felt a little painful from the wind, but her eyes and eyebrows showed joy.

As he rode his horse on the stable, his speed gradually increased. Xiao Guanzi and the eunuchs at the stable stared at him without blinking.

If anything happened to the Crown Princess, they would have to sacrifice half their lives!

"Ho!!" The little brown horse suddenly raised its head and called out, raised its front legs as if it stepped on something, and then ran uncontrollably.

"Stop!" He Yue held the reins with a panicked look on his face, his hands trembling, and he almost collapsed backwards.

what happened!

The little brown horse became more and more manic, and its front body shook wildly. He Yue held the reins tightly. If he was thrown out, he would be seriously injured!

As the world went dark and the sky was spinning, she lost the strength in her hands, loosened the rope, and leaned back. Just as she was about to hit the ground, a strong arm crossed her waist. He Yue was taken away from the pony and fell into the arms of a stranger, with ambergris lingering around her.

"Hah!" The little brown horse fell to the ground, its hind legs twitching.

He Yue pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. The moon-white plain sleeves came into her sight, and there were Taoist prayer beads wrapped around her wrists.

The person coming was obviously Emperor Jingmu!

Her eyelashes trembled, her hands folded together awkwardly, and she did not dare to look back at Emperor Jingmu. She could only stammer, "Thank you, father, for rescuing me. I am very grateful."

"Hmm." Emperor Jingmu's voice was clear and gentle.

When he caught her, his hand accidentally went around her waist, and the rosary inevitably passed over her waist. The material of white nanmu agarwood still made He Yue straighten her back even through the thick clothes.

The light blue dress and the moon-white robe overlapped together.

Xiao Guanzi, who was halfway outside the horse field, saw this scene, staggered, and fell to the ground, with the hat on his head rolling a long way.

"Ouch!" Xiao Guanzi was so scared that he rolled over and crawled to get his hat back and put it back on his head. His expression could not be described by just one word of fear.

What did he see?!

No! This is just a simple rescue, yes, it must be so!

Emperor Jingmu loosened his hand, He Yue's feet fell to the ground, and he quickly stepped aside to avoid suspicion.

"Greetings to Your Majesty! Your Majesty, may you be well!" Xiao Guanzi and the young eunuch prostrated themselves on the ground and greeted loudly.

He Yue raised her eyes to look at him with a slightly stiff expression. The emperor with a noble appearance and pure and elegant demeanor still looked calm and composed.

"Thank you, father." He Yue thanked him again, with a bit of panic on her pretty face.

She lowered her eyes, and her gaze inadvertently fell on the emperor's wrists. She had just touched the rosary, and her fingertips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

He Yue knelt down again and saluted politely, "Greetings, Father."

"Please stand up. I just happened to be passing by." Emperor Jingmu lowered his hands and looked at He Yue, who was standing in front of him with his cold eyes.

"Be more careful when riding a horse next time."

He has been on the throne for many years, and no matter how gentle his tone is, it is still strong and unquestionable.

He Yue nodded in response, "Thank you for your concern, father. I saved it."

This time we really have to thank Emperor Jingmu, otherwise falling off the horse would have been a tragedy.

Emperor Jingmu's personal eunuch Liu Lin came rushing over from not far away, holding a cloak in his hand.

Emperor Jingmu took the cloak but did not put it on. He said, "Liu Lin, move the horse back."

"I'm back to Guangming Palace." This sentence seemed to be said to He Yue.

He Yue lowered her eyes, "Farewell, Father."

Looking at Emperor Jingmu's back from afar, there is a sense of cold loneliness.

Only after Emperor Jingmu was completely gone did Xiao Guanzi dare to wail.

"Crown Princess, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

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In the Changxin Hall of the Eastern Palace, Ning Rushong and Prince Nan sat opposite each other.

Although the King of the South holds a high position, he looks just like an ordinary rough man.

He gulped down a cup of tea, looking like he was drinking alcohol, and asked, "Is my sister doing well in the palace?"

Ning Rusong replied slowly, "As long as you stay in the queen's position, everything will be fine."

Prince Nan sneered, "What she wants is not the position of empress, but the heart that Emperor Jingmu does not have."

The palace servants lowered their heads, wishing they were blind or deaf.

Ning Rusong's face remained calm, "Mother, you should see the reality clearly."

When it comes to love between men and women, my father gave all his favor to the late Royal Consort Yue. How could my mother possibly get even a little bit of it?

"Let's not talk about him anymore." King Nan suddenly grinned and patted Ning Rusong's shoulder. "I heard that you got married."

The absurd act of the prince stealing the bride was still talked about many months later, and the news of Prince Nan's return to Yuncheng was naturally also heard.

He moved closer, looking at Ning Rusong's cold and bright face, and said with a click of the tongue, "I can't tell! If you don't get emotional, it's fine, but if you get emotional, the reaction will be different."

"I am curious, your princess consort has that fairy-like appearance, and she dragged you into the quagmire of love, causing you to lose your sense of proportion."

King Nan used the word "quagmire" to describe love, and in his eyes it was indeed like that, extremely terrifying.

When Empress He was still in the boudoir, she was determined to find a son-in-law, saying that she did not want to compete for favor with other women. Later, she plunged into the harem despite opposition, and even pretended to be magnanimous.

Isn't it terrifying!

Ning Rusong replied calmly, "It's just a little bit of affection, it won't cause any major problems."

"I hope so. I hope you don't make the same mistake as your sister." The Southern King rolled up his wide sleeves. He still liked to wear tight clothes. "You look just like your father, cold and heartless. Don't learn from your mother to be obsessed with petty love."

Then the two chatted about the situation in North Korea.

King Nan's expression gradually became solemn, with one hand resting on the desk.

"Emperor Jingmu is not the useless Prince Rong. He once suppressed all the major families, monopolized power, and suppressed the court."

"Why is he suddenly fighting for power? Why is it so sudden?" King Nan's tone was heavy, without his previous playful smile.

"When two tigers fight, one of them must die." Ning Rusong saw it clearly and said in a stern voice, "I will fight with my father anyway. I can't wait for him to die normally."

The crown prince is 22 years old and Emperor Jingmu is 37 years old. Emperor Jingmu is in his prime. If Ning Rushong continues to wait, he will never have a chance to succeed.

After hearing these words, the Southern King could not help but sneer and looked at Ning Rusong's cold eyes, "The family kinship of the royal family is really cold and indifferent."

But his sister insisted on getting involved in the royal family, and the He family had no choice but to follow the prince. Outsiders saw them enjoying wealth and glory, but in fact, Prince Nan would rather go back to his previous days as a dandy boy.

The prostitutes singing songs and the ladies on the flower boats, how happy they are.

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ps:

This article is firmly 1v1, double clean.

Emperor Jingmu never developed any romantic feelings for the heroine.