Beiming Liancheng, who was standing outside the window, slowly lowered his arms, and his long bangs fell down, covering his beautiful eyes, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.
Bei Mingxun laughed, leaned forward and blew out the lantern in his hand, looked out the window again, and then closed the wooden window.
Beiming Liancheng stood there without moving or talking to Nangong Baiye.
The heavy snow gradually hit his shoulders.
But he seemed not to feel the slightest bit of coldness, and just stood there blankly...
The lights in the city were extinguished one after another. Until the last one disappeared, he turned around and walked towards the palace...
In the inn, Nangong Baiye was lying on the soft couch. He suddenly opened his eyes and walked to the window. His slightly bright red phoenix eyes were filled with unfathomable meanings...
After the third watch, Nangong Xiaomiao was the only one left on the dragon bed in Chaoyang Palace. He was covered with his own little quilt, which was as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling.
The serving eunuchs did not dare to rest and glanced inside from time to time, for fear that the little emperor would kick the quilt.
This is what Master Si ordered before he left, and cannot be ignored.
Just when the eunuch was yawning and wanted to put an extra piece of wood for the heater, a figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
The eunuch took a big step back in fright, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, and hesitantly shouted: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Beiming Liancheng didn't even look at him. He walked into the palace and opened the layers of curtains with his black-gloved fingers. He saw the little man lying on his back with his legs spread out, basking in the white tenderness.
tender belly,
The little mouth was snoring, revealing the pair of white little fangs...
There was no expression on Beiming Liancheng's face. He walked over without hesitation, picked up Nangong Xiaomiao's little feet, lifted the person up upside down, and swung it twice in the air like a plastic bag.
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Nangong Xiaomiao was sleeping soundly. She was really unhappy to be woken up like this. She scratched it with her little paw, and the nails were very sharp.
Beiming Liancheng held his paw in his hand without any effort, looking down at the little cub with a cold and handsome face.
Nangong Xiaomiao finally woke up a little. She rubbed her big amber eyes with one hand, blinked, and then blinked: "Huh? Little button?"
"What's going on with this title?" Beiming Liancheng raised his eyebrows.
Nangong Xiaomiao said vaguely: "That's it."
"Explanation." Beiming Liancheng threw two hard words directly at him.
Nangong Xiaomiao was more straightforward than him: "Nickname."
"Nickname?" Beiming Liancheng smiled half-heartedly, and his look was even more creepy than when he wasn't smiling.
Nangong Xiaomiao drooped her little ears, and her head swayed here and there following his movements: "My mother often calls you that, and I'm forced to do so. She said I don't call you that in private, because she feels uncomfortable.
Moreover, she also said that if you behave awkwardly, you will have to fight with those difficult buttons!"
"Go on." Beiming Liancheng looked at the swallowing little man with a smile.
Nangong Xiaomeia stood upside down like this, her head felt dizzy, and she scratched her head with her little paws: "Dad, I think we should sit down and have a good talk. I'm not used to this kind of conversation."
"It's okay." Beiming Liancheng had a free hand and patted his head comfortingly: "I'll just get used to it."
Nangong Xiaomiao:......
Just like that, the poor little cat was carried out of the palace gate like a carrot by a certain highness.
The eunuchs outside spontaneously moved out of the way and knelt on the ground with trembling legs, fearing that Beiming Liancheng would kill them if they were unhappy.
After all, the little emperor is about to be driven crazy by His Highness o(□)o
Can……
If the emperor is kidnapped like this, how will they explain it when Master Si comes later?
The eunuchs had fear on their faces, but their hearts were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
As soon as Beiming Liancheng left, they headed to the South Study Room.
Hei Si was busy, holding a memorial in his hand. When he saw the visitor, his eyes turned cold: "What happened?"
"I'm reporting to you, young master. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, has been kidnapped by His Highness Seventh Prince!" The eunuch said breathlessly, running over all the way, even his breathing became a little unsteady.
But for Hei Si, these bits and pieces are basically enough.
Almost instantly, a faint light appeared in Hei Si's pupils. He stretched out his hand to fold the memorial, and said in a calm voice, with no hint of emotion or anger: "I understand."
The eunuch couldn't figure out what his master meant, so he just stepped back and stood guard outside the door.
Hei Si looked at the memorials. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and the papers fell one after another, like heavy snow outside the palace...
The capital is also known as the Four Nine Cities.
It describes the layout of the city. There are many gates, such as Tiananmen, Di'anmen, Dong'anmen, Xi'anmen, there are countless.
But there are not many people who go through every city gate like this.
Nangong Meow drooped her ears and clucked her calves like a kitten, letting her father carry her, not as resistant as at the beginning.
Because he knew that even if he resisted, it would be of no use... His Highness would never listen to this!
Beiming Liancheng had his pocket in one hand and the little figure in the other. He looked elegant and domineering, like a big boss fighting for territory.
"Dad, where are we going?" Nangong Xiaomiao's eyes were not idle, looking here and there.
Beiming Liancheng reached out and dusted off the snow dust on his fingertips: "Go find your mother."
"Need my help again?" Nangong Xiaomiao flashed a pair of amber eyes: "How much money can you give me this time?"
Beiming Liancheng stopped moving and looked down at him.
Nangong Xiaomiao was puzzled: "Why are you so serious?"
After a while, Beiming Liancheng spoke with a calm expression: "She doesn't remember anything."
"I know, you said last time that my mother has lost her memory. She...wait a minute." Nangong Xiaomiao suddenly raised her eyes, and her smile froze on her lips: "You used this word all the time.
?”
Beiming Liancheng hummed, and his voice was deep and hoarse: "This word... includes you."
Nangong Xiaomiao was stunned, and all the luster in her eyes burned out in an instant. The little fangs that she originally wanted to seize the opportunity to bite Beiming Liancheng thrust out and forgot to retract...
One big and one small, just looking at each other.
The north wind blows, causing pain on people's faces...
The next morning, it was the first day of the new emperor's ascension to the throne. The sky was clear and there was not a single dark cloud.
The vendors who had not come out to set up stalls for a long time showed their heads one after another, and the streets of the capital returned to their former prosperity.
This prosperity basically starts with the Beijing specialty snack tofu nao...
"Dad, are you sure you remember correctly?" Nangong Xiaomiao held a bowl of tofu puffs in her hand and asked in a sweet voice, "Why does this inn not look like a place where my mother would live?"