When the eastern sky showed a ray of fish belly white, the few Xiwu merchants who lived on the west side of the temple had already set up their carriages and were ready to set off.

Two coachmen wearing hats stood quietly by the side of the carriage, and the two maids supported the woman in purple, who was still wearing a veil, and slowly walked out of the temple gate.

"Madam, it's windy, so bring a good face towel. "Just out of the temple gate, a gust of morning wind blew, blowing off the brocade veil on the woman's face, but she was also a beautiful and dignified ordinary woman, but there was a little sickness on her face.

At this time, two young men dressed in brocade clothes greeted the temple gate in the green fields in May, like cyclamen returning from overseas.

The two of them were dressed in dark green wide-sleeved brocade clothes, their black hair was draped over their shoulders, and their clothes and hair danced lightly at the same time, and their bodies were indescribably domineering and luxurious. One is a young man embroidered with silver silk flowing cloud brocade clothes at the corners of his blue and white clothes, his hair is tied in a high bun, his face is clean, and the blue brocade ribbon that binds his hair is also fluttering in the morning breeze, but his whole body exudes a faint warmth and elegance.

The two of them looked at the woman together, their eyes calm and indifferent.

The woman's bright eyes stared intently at the two of them, and there was some inexplicable inexplicable infatuation in the depths of her eyes.

"Ma'am, it's time to get in the car. A maid on the side reminded softly.

The woman nodded slightly, lifted her legs and got into the car, and sat in the car.

The two Xiwu merchants who were hovering at the gate of the temple yesterday bent down and respectfully waited for the wind to pass and the wind and wind to pass.

When Fengzhao and Fengze walked past the carriage in which the woman was riding, their steps seemed to slow down. The coachman with the hat next to him tilted his head slightly, only to see a pair of eyes under the hat full of respect and composure.

Feng Zhao's eyes seemed to inadvertently pass under his hat, and the moment the four eyes touched, they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

"As soon as you are ready, you will set off immediately, please rest assured. His lips moved slightly.

The casual wind shines and looks at the car window again, and the cotton curtain hanging on the window is a little cracked, and a little crystal light like water ripples reflected by the sun is cast out from there, opposite to the wind illumination.

Fengzhao's lips moved slightly. "Mother. ”

A tear fell in the car. The wind shines but can be seen clearly.

Turning his head, he stepped on the steps of the temple gate, Feng Ze also took one last look at the car window, and then followed behind Feng Zhao.

"Gone. At this time, one of the young Wu Shang ordered in a deep voice.

Immediately the wheel carousel kicks and flies. In a moment the carriage became a dot. Gradually, the shadow disappeared.

The wind inside the temple gate hears the sound of horses' hooves scattering. With a long sigh of relief, my mother finally regained her freedom.

Yesterday evening, my mother came into the house. Lancao immediately took off her black knight's coat, returned to the monk's room, and joined Shen'er, while her mother took off a mask as thin as a cicada's wings, but she had a different face. While amazed at Mr. Ghost's superb disguise technique, he sent his mother back to the monk's room prepared by them in the west, and then waited for dawn with Kaze.

Calculating the time when his mother was leaving, he and Feng Ze went out of the temple gate, and waited to see off their mother by inspecting the guards.

"Boy, your mother is gone?" As soon as one foot stepped into the monk's room, he heard a small question.

He hurriedly closed the door, and a figure slowly paced out from behind the mosquito net.

"Hee-hee, boy, isn't it time for you to thank me now. With a sly and shrewd smile, Mr. Ghost was already an old monk, but the slender and drooping corners of his eyes could not hide the triumphant look in his eyes.

"But I thought of this method of transferring flowers and trees, and I was too soft-hearted back then, and after listening to a few words of pleading words from your father, I agreed to use the Ten Reincarnations of Life and Death Pill to take your mother out of the palace. Now your mother is free, but my poor emperor's nephew doesn't know what it looks like, and I have to rush back to the palace to see. When he said this, there was some sadness and helplessness in his eyes.

Feng Zhao didn't speak, a pair of Junyi's deep eyes just looked at him quietly, and Mr. Ghost was a little uncomfortable by him, "What are you kid beating me up again?" he muttered.

"Your disguise technique wasn't passed on to Ling'er?"

There was a faint imperial momentum in the low question.

Yaoling has never talked about Mr. Ghost's disguise since returning from her studies. She didn't say it, she must not know.

Mr. Ghost blinked his little eyes, and after a moment a strange smile appeared, "Boy, you're so greedy. I passed on all my skills to that stinky girl, and even gave her the formulas of the two secret medicines of the Ten Reincarnation Life and Death Pill and the Soul Restoration Pill, but I left the disguise technique, which was the life-saving technique of me, a ghost doctor who came and went without a trace in the rivers and lakes. It will never be passed on to anyone. After saying that, he sneered.

"The eagle guards in the palace are the art of disguise you taught them?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, Mr. Ghost looked at the wind in a daze, his eyes were full of surprise and incredulity, and after a while, he regained his expression and said, "You kid can't hide anything from you." After that, he took out a square box from his sleeve cage and put it in front of Fengzhao, "Keep this one, and when you arrive in Yanlong, you will dress up your mother." With that, he got up and walked out, and the moment he lifted his legs and went out, he bent down like an old monk in his old age.

The wind looked at his back, and a line of admiration crossed his bottomless eyes.

Slowly picked up the square box in front of him, his fingers moved slightly, the lid of the box "snapped" and flipped open, and a mask as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in the box.

Frowning slightly, Yueming had already sent the news of his mother's fake death back to Yanlong, presumably his uncle and grandmother would not have the intention of opening the coffin, so why did Mr. Ghost Ling let himself dress up as his mother?

In the blink of an eye, he understood what Mr. Ghost Spirit meant, Yanlong and his aunt and the envoys sent by the emperor, the purpose of this was nothing more than to make everyone know that his mother was dead again.

With a flick of his fingertips, he put away his mask. From today on, he just walked slowly according to the itinerary. If you don't go on a business trip, your mother will arrive in the Kirin Valley ten days before you.

When the sun has fully risen. In the dormitory where the chief Ruoli lived in the Qingli Palace in the imperial capital, the doors and windows were heavily closed, and the curtains and brocade curtains were stacked on top of each other. No matter how bright and bright the sun was at the end of May, it still couldn't shine in the slightest.

There was a man sitting alone beside the deepest bed, and the figure hidden in the shadows was like a long-withered tree trunk.

In the bright sun at the door, it was Xia Linhai's depressed expression.

"Grandpa Xia. In a crisp sound of bells, Yao Ling, dressed in a blue shirt, came.

Seeing Yaoling, Xia Linhai, who had a sad face, seemed to see hope, and hurriedly stepped forward and walked down the steps to meet Yaoling.

"The old slave has seen Princess Ningjun, oh Princess, you are here. ”

"Father-in-law, is the emperor still inside?" asked Yaoling in a low voice.

"Hey. Xia Linhai let out a long sigh. "Since beating the concubine Niangniang left. The emperor doesn't think about tea and dinner every day, and he is already thin" He couldn't go on with the rest of the words.

Yaoling looked at the Qingli Palace with the doors and windows closed, thinking of the prosperity and splendor, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

It's been twenty days since the concubine left. The wind is sitting here alone. The military officials above the court were helpless. If it weren't for the fact that Taifu Qin and the prime minister took care of the court, the world of dinosaurs would have been in chaos.

Pursing her lips and thinking about it, she lifted her leg up the steps. Raise your hand and gently push the door open.

"Squeak," a dazzling light instantly followed her figure, illuminating the dark dormitories.

"Who let you in?" asked a majestic and cold voice in the depths, without any emotion.

"Niangniang is very fond of the sunshine in this May, I remember this time last year to visit Niangniang, Niangniang is sitting in front of the window facing the bright blue sky guarding the gardenia on the windowsill, full of gentle and light. Yao Ling tilted her head as she spoke, observing the wood-like figure in the depths.

Feng Qing's heart couldn't help but move.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at the window that was covered by layers of clouds, and the appearance of Chang Ruoli facing the window and pruning the flower branches appeared in front of him.

"Your Majesty, all the flowers in the Imperial Garden are blooming, shall I accompany you to take a look?" Yao Ling asked tentatively, after all, he was the emperor of a country, and now he was in a state of extreme sadness, so she couldn't make too many mistakes.

Feng Qing didn't speak, since Chang Ruoli left, his heart followed her into the dark and bottomless night.

"My heart is dead, and everything I see in my eyes is so deep and dark, go yourself. His tone was not as cold as before.

Yaoling was speechless, standing outside the curtain and looking around.

"Well," she thought for a while, and then she froze: "I think Niangniang fell in love with Her Majesty in the end, right?"

Feng Qing suddenly cast a pair of eyes on Yao Ling outside the curtain, and his gaze in the depths was as cold and sharp as a blade soaked in ice and snow.

"What do you know?" he asked, coldly, in a stern tone.

Yaoling took a deep breath, thought for a while and said in a low voice, "That time at the Chrysanthemum Exhibition, in the face of so many assassins, when the emperor protected Niangniang, Niangniang seemed to be indifferent and ruthless, but just as you concentrated on resisting those flying swords, I saw that Niangniang looked at you with not only worry but also-" She paused and stopped talking.

"What else?" said a cold question from inside the tent.

I saw an unknown affection in my mother's eyes. ”

She paused again and then said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that Niangniang herself doesn't know the affection she unintentionally revealed." ”

Feng Qing in the depths did not speak.

The room was silent and cold, and the wind blew through the door, raising the layers of curtains, bringing the fresh and sweet scent of flowers and the heat of May.

Yaoling was silent for a while and then said shallowly: "Niangniang is such a woman who loves beauty and warmth, and the reason why she chose to leave may be because this palace is too cold. ”

Feng Qing sat lonely, a pair of eyes as deep as a well looked at the window without light, and didn't know what to think.

After a long time, he suddenly asked Yaoling, "Sue sù me, do you like this palace?"

Yaoling lowered her head and pondered for a while, then raised her head and said, "Does the emperor know how I ended up in exile?"

"I don't know. ”

Yaoling outside the curtain smiled bitterly, walked to the window gently, stretched out her hand to raise the hanging cloud veil, and pushed open a window, and suddenly a warm and bright breath rushed in, and the room became bright and clean.

Raising her hand, she took off the white magnolia hairpin on her bun, took it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, with a trace of sadness and melancholy in her eyes.

"My mother was my father's favorite woman, and when my mother was married, my father gave my mother this magnolia hairpin, and promised to give my mother a lifetime of love and glory. Suddenly her voice lowered, and tears were in her bright eyes.

The hourglass on the table flowed silently, and Yaoling once again remembered Concubine Min's words like a knife, and remembered her mother's helplessness and sorrow.

After a long time, a gentle voice sounded behind her, "Do you hate your father?" Yao Ling turned around, but Feng Qing didn't know when she was standing behind her.

Raising her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, she shook her head, "I want to hate him, but I can't hate, after all, my father is the king of a country, although he has supreme rights, but the glory and decline of the country is what he cares about the most, and he can't abandon the country because of his mother." There was some helplessness in the words with a Yanlong accent.

"Think about it, it is better to be born in the emperor's family than to be born in the family of the common people, although the life is dull and hard, but the heart of the flowers and grass and the sky is free. At the end, she said in a low voice.

Feng Qing looked up at the blue sky outside the window, and didn't speak for a long time. In just over half a month, his whole body has lost a lot of weight, like a messenger from hell with a cold breath.

"Let's go for a walk with me in the Imperial Garden. ”

walked out of the dormitory silently, Yaoling followed closely behind, looking at Fengqing's back, she sighed gloomily in her heart. (To be continued......)