In the capital of the Great Dragon Emperor, the morning glow in the east reflects half of the sky, and the palace of golden glazed tiles becomes more and more golden and majestic.

At the gate of the largest palace of the Son of Heaven stood hundreds of civil and military generals, all with solemn and solemn expressions, and the magnificent and majestic court ceremonial music resounded in the heavens and the earth.

The wind and the moon also stood between the civil and military officials.

The faces of the two of them were the same solemn and solemn.

Today is the day of Kazezawa's accession to the throne.

Before they came, they had already received news from the palace that Feng Qing was seriously injured and his life was on the verge of death.

After Feng Zhao took over the position of general, he adjusted the defense of the palace and transferred sea cucumbers into the palace to be responsible for guarding the garrison of the entire imperial capital.

Today's palace seems to be the same as before, but in fact it is heavily guarded.

The ritual is in progress, and there are ritual officials standing on the steps and chanting the sacrificial text, first telling the sky and the earth, bless the dragon to be smooth and rainy, and then worship the ancestors of the Feng family, informing the new emperor that he will protect the dragon and protect the health of the people.

Feng Ze stood quietly at the head of the hundred officials, wearing a dragon robe embroidered with a red dragon on a black background, and his face was as calm and quiet as usual. From his expression, he couldn't see the great changes that had taken place in the palace, nor could he see the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in his heart.

His appearance is beautiful and elegant, and the temperament between his eyebrows and eyes is somewhat similar to that of his mother, but the gentleness and tranquility brought out by the corners of his mouth are more like his father's style......

When the priest had finished speaking, he stepped up the steps towards the supreme palace.

With his back to the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, his gait was calm and steady, his back was handsome and straight, and the dragon robe also had an inviolable majesty on his body.

No one knows his mood at the moment, he is like a puddle of water, calm without any waves, as if you can see the end at a glance, but when you tempt, you will find that the water is bottomless, and you don't know what lies under the water.

But Feng Zhao was in a complicated mood at the moment, and he finally ascended this hall as the prince of the Xuan Wangfu and held the military power of the dragon. But only he knew that the shadow of that death would still appear in his dreams at midnight, when it had been the darkest and bottomless time of his life. Today, he still remembers the way Qing's cold arrows swept through him as they stirred up the ends of his hair.

It was precisely because of the darkest time that he had the deepest desire in the darkest and bottomless place in his heart - that is, he wanted to sit on the high imperial seat.

He wants to control his own destiny and the fate of the world, he will not allow anything that threatens his life to happen, he wants to let the world fall under his feet, he sees not only the big dragon, but also the three small countries in the south of the Yangtze River.

"You want Dalong to want Jiguo, I can help you, but if you want Yanlong to ask Jiang Li, I won't agree. Yueming's cold voice came from his ears.

"Yanlong is my eldest clan, even if I break my bones, I will definitely keep her safe. Jiang Li is Yaoling's home, if Yaoling has nothing to spare, I won't say anything, and if she is sad because of Jiang Li, I will definitely not sit idly by. ”

These words were said by Yueming when he was playing against him in the Xuan Wang's Mansion yesterday, and with his understanding of this cold and lonely cousin, he must have been prepared since he could say this.

"Yanlong Yu and Jiang Li," he followed behind Feng Ze step by step, one was the place where he was taken in and raised, and the other was the hometown of the woman he loved the most, "After all, he had to make some concessions." He silently read a sentence in his heart.

raised his eyes and looked at the back of Feng Ze in a dragon robe in front of him, and then looked at the majestic hall with the door open, and there was a faint loss in his heart. It was only a few dozen steps from his position to the center of the temple, and these dozens of steps could not be taken by him without even a breath, but now in front of him lay an impassable back—it was his younger brother, the younger brother of a fellow mother.

Thinking of his mother's thousands of admonitions when she was leaving, and thinking of his father's unpredictable power under peace, he thought that he should no longer have any selfish desires.

In this way, with the help of Feng Ze, he can still exert his power and return the Ji Kingdom and the Desert Dragon to the territory of the Great Dragon.

However, the twisted silk phoenix hairpin that Wu Yu brought back the day before yesterday made his heart suddenly rise a little vigilant.

The phoenix hairpin is the symbol of the queen, what does Feng Ze want to tell him metaphorically? As Yue Ming said, Feng Ze wants to give up the country, or is this just a temptation for him.

In any case, he didn't want to repeat his father's mistake with his imperial uncle. "Should you leave with the bell?" said a voice in his heart.

"No, I want all these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains to belong to my Feng clan. The other voice was deep and sonorous.

"Then I'll leave with the bell again. He said to himself in his heart.

At this moment, many palace people in the Qingli Palace stood inside and outside the palace gate with their hands down, and there was more depression and dullness in the silence of the past, as if the sky covered by dark clouds in summer was dull and people couldn't breathe.

In the long glazed dormitory, the curtain hangs low.

Feng Qing lay on the brocade couch behind the curtain, and his breath was heavy.

"What time is it?"

"It's already noon when I return to Your Majesty. ”

Xia Linhai, who was standing by the brocade couch, hurriedly replied.

There was no more sound in the brocade couch.

After a long time he said, "Raise the curtain." ”

The palace people waiting by the brocade couch were busy putting up the curtains.

Squinted slightly and looked at the windowsill by the brocade couch, but saw Feng Xuan, who was wearing a green shirt, standing at the table in front of the window and looking at him, his eyes clear and sad.

Sighing lightly, he said in a low voice, "Li'er sat there and looked out the window. ”

After a pause, he continued in a deep and deep voice:

She sat there quietly, without a sound, her cheeks slightly tilted like jade. The whole person is like a painting. I couldn't bear to disturb her quiet, so I stood here looking at her, always full of anticipation, hoping that she would look back at me with a smile. ”

The hourglass on the table rustled, and the sun's rays shone through the curtain on the window, bringing a hazy glow to the room.

In the center of the house was a large basin of blue and white porcelain, in which a large piece of ice was placed. Therefore, although it is summer, the inside of the house is as cool as water.

Feng Xuan's slender fingers swiped lightly along the edge of the table, and the expression in his eyes was painful and sad, a look he had never shown in front of outsiders.

"If Ali knew that you were like this, she would be sad. There was indescribable sadness in the gentle and shallow tone.

Suddenly, Feng Qing's originally godless eyes were drawn with a strange color.

"Will she?" he asked, looking at the top of the curtain above.

"How could it not?" Feng Xuan asked rhetorically.

The voice fell, the two of them were silent again, and the room suddenly fell silent again.

"If I had met Li'er first, how could I have today?" After a long time, Feng Qing's voice came from a low voice.

Feng Xuan didn't say anything, just stood in front of the window and looked at the bronze mirror on the table.

If Ali met his eldest brother first, he didn't know what the outcome would be.

"Your Majesty, the enthronement ceremony has been completed. The new emperor led the crown prince, the prime minister, the general and the prince Ming to greet His Majesty. ”

A palace man outside the door gently reported.

Feng Qing on the brocade couch was silent for a while, and then motioned to Xia Linhai to help him sit up.

"Well, you all stand down," the voice was majestic and cold.

"Yes. Xia Linhai made a gesture to the other palace people, and the palace people walked out lightly.

When the door was closed, he said, "Ze'er will be handed over to you later." The world of this great dragon will be handed over to you. I am not a good emperor, but I have also made the dragon soldiers strong and strong, and the people are rich and healthy, and the peace of the world will be handed over to Ze'er and Zhao'er in the future. ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes, looking tired and old.

"He'er is still alive. A faint Feng Xuan said a word, and at the same time, a pair of eyes quietly looked at Feng Qing.

Feng Qing's body moved slightly, looking painful and a little excited.

"After all, I owe them mother and son. ”

After a long time, he said in a low voice.

Feng Xuan wanted to say something.

"That's fine, let him be an ordinary person, this palace is not something he can handle, and the dragon will no longer be in his hands. The cold Feng Qing said again.

"You are the law enforcement elder of the Feng Clan, since you should know how to deal with the prince who has made a mistake, you can save his life has already violated the rules of the Feng Clan, don't think about it anymore. Feng clan rules, everything is in the interests of Dalong, thank you for saving He'er's life for me and taking care of him for me. ”

In the lonely room, there was an indescribable heaviness and sorrow.

Feng Xuan stood by the window and quietly looked at Feng Qing who had closed his eyes on the brocade couch, and the hazy light and mist shrouded his figure in it, like a light and lonely portrait.

"Ze'er's personality is too indifferent, I'm afraid that he won't keep the throne for a long time. Zhao'er has the temperament of the emperor, I am afraid that this dragon seat will be his in the future, if so, you don't want to block it, everything will go naturally, as long as it is for the benefit of the big dragon, I think Zhao'er is more suitable to be the emperor of the big dragon. You are theirs—father, although you have a bland nature, you can't stop the dragon from dominating the world, and you have to help"

Before the words fell, the green shirt moved slightly, but Feng Xuan, who was standing in front of the table, was already sitting on the edge of the brocade couch, holding Feng Qing in his arms.

A mouthful of crimson blood sprinkled on Feng Qing's chest.

"Brother"

Full of grief, Feng Xuan called out in a low voice. (To be continued.) )