When the moon was on the tree, the backyard of the Xuanwang Mansion sounded lightly with the ethereal flute, and waited for the wind of Yao Ling on the rocking chair next to the collapse, got up and glanced at the still sleeping Yao Ling, a shallow smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and he silently went out of the house and went to the backyard.

He was so focused on Yao Ling that he had forgotten about his expressionless cousin in the backyard.

Following the ethereal and graceful flute sound, he came to the small courtyard where Yueming lived in the backyard of the palace, stepped in gently, and saw a white figure standing under the eaves of the corridor blowing the white jade flute, the brocade ribbon on his hair fluttered up and down in the night breeze, and the white brocade robe shook slowly. The whole person is like a round of dissolving moon hanging in the sky, revealing a faint clear light.

Fengzhao stood in front of the moonlight, looked up at the endless starry sky, and listened to the beautiful and graceful music ♀ in his ears, ▼anshu∷ba., and his heart was calm.

When the sound of the flute fell, Yueming slowly put down the white jade flute in his hand, and the two of them looked at each other with eyes that were as bright as stars.

After a moment, Yueming asked lightly, "How is she?"

"I've fallen asleep," Feng Zhao replied softly.

turned around and went into the house, and Fengzhao followed.

He took out two scrolls from the bookshelf, placed them lightly on the table, and said expressionlessly.

Feng glanced at Yueming, and gently opened the scroll, one was a map of Molong's mountains and rivers, and the other was a map of Jicheng's city defense.

It was as if a meteor had crossed his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. These two drawings are extremely detailed, especially the layout of the city defense of the Jicheng Palace. With this picture, it is equivalent to exposing all the guards of Jicheng to the obvious under the nose of Fengzhao. At each gate was marked a list of the guards generals, as well as their hobbies and shortcomings.

"You went to Jicheng. Gently closing the scroll, Feng Zhao asked lightly.

At this moment, Yueming had already sat down in front of the low table, lit the small stove, lit the teapot on the stove, and a faint fragrance of tea spread everywhere.

"Hmm," he said, still expressionless.

Turning his head to look at Yueming, Feng Zhao was a little crazy in his heart, this kid is always this unhurried and lukewarm expression. I know what he's asking. But he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Walking across from Yueming, he sat down. A pair of cold and deep eyes looked directly at the moon in front of him, looking at his face that was eternally cold like a cold moon, and then couldn't help the anger in his heart.

"Aren't you going to tell me about thistle?" he said in a cold and expressionless tone.

"There is nothing to say. I didn't think that before his words fell, Yueming threw this sentence coldly.

The hand on the table moved slightly. Twisted up a small curly tea leaf left on the table. The tea leaves flew towards the moonlight.

I didn't even have time to blink an eye. The tea leaves as small as petioles flew in front of the moonlight's eyes. When it was less than the length of an eyelash from the center of Yueming's eyebrows, the tea suddenly stopped flying, as if something had frozen in front of Yueming's forehead.

Gently lift two slender fingers. Yueming pinched the tea leaves, and at this time another piece of tea flew over, Yueming's hand that pinched the tea leaves, which were as elegant as orchids, moved slightly, and in an instant, a soft wind slowly blew towards the windy body. The tea leaves in mid-air floated back the same way.

The wind did not move, allowing it to sweep over his body, nor did he see any sign of his hair or robe fluttering.

When the tea leaves slowly floated in front of him, he blew lightly on the tiny tea leaves, and the flying tea leaves suddenly seemed to turn into an elegant dancer, flying up and down between the two, and the shape was graceful.

At this moment, the room was filled with a light fragrance of tea, and the octagonal palace lamp in the corner of the wall emitted a hazy and gentle light. Two unusually handsome men sat opposite each other, looking at the small tea leaves dancing in the air.

Wait for the tea dance to finish, and slowly fall down.

Both of them looked at each other, and suddenly a smile crossed the corners of their mouths.

At that time, the brothers who had not seen each other for a long time showed a kind and gentle and comfortable smile after meeting.

"In the grassland, Yaoling was attacked, and it was Ji Rujin's people who helped her. After laughing, Yueming said lightly to Fengzhao.

The eyes of the wind narrowed, and in that battle, Fan Jun came back to report to him.

"Yaoling is going to express her gratitude to Ji Rujin?"

Yueming nodded.

At this moment, Fengzhao's heart was a little more comfortable. Her Yaoling must not have been willing to owe Ji Rujin's affection, so she made a special trip to Jicheng to express her gratitude.

Seeing the relaxed expression in his eyes, a trace of ridicule flashed across the corners of Yueming's mouth.

"You're still so cautious," the latter words weren't finished, but the hint of ridicule on his face was enough to make Fengzhao glare at him angrily.

At this moment, Fengzhao suddenly seemed to remember something, and a pair of eyes stared at Yueming intently, thinking that he wanted to ask something but didn't ask.

Yueming saw that he wanted to speak and stopped, and there was a trace of melancholy on his face.

A burst of dark joy swept through the wind and shone in the bottom of my heart.

"When you fulfill your wish, her heart will return to herself. As if seeing the pride in Fengzhao's heart, Yueming said lightly with a cold face. Without waiting for Fengzhao to show his inner joy again, he added: "I won't give up, even if Yaoling follows you in the future, I won't leave him for a hundred meters, just like Lord Xuan and his aunt." After speaking, he no longer looked at Fengzhao's face, and sat up like an old monk who had settled down.

Feng Zhao stood up suddenly, his face depressed to the extreme.

For the moonlight, he knows best, it looks like a basin of clear water, once you put your hand into the basin, you can know that the depth of the water is not as deep as you can imagine.

Even if he was so close to Yueming, he didn't even know all about him. And since I was a child, I have been with him since I was a child, and I haven't found that there is nothing he wants to do but can't do.

"Hmph" was very angry, but he seemed to have discovered something.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes that looked at the moon suddenly looked like a torch burning in the dark night, "You just said that my father is king"

Yueming didn't even lift her eyelids. There was silence in the room.

Feng Zhao saw that Yueming did not answer his question, he also sat down, took a deep breath, and forced the excitement in his heart down, and after his breath stabilized, he asked lightly: "Are you saying that my father is unwilling to leave the Imperial Palace?"

"Yes" is a cold, emotionless word.

Fengzhao stopped talking, and meditated like an old monk.

He has been speculating about a question, that is, how deep his father's skills can be, I remember the first time I went to the Feng Clan's ancestral hall, he and Yueming did not notice the footsteps of his father Feng Xuan. Obviously, his father's skills are much higher than him and Yueming.

But if my father had such profound skills. But why didn't he escape from the palace with his mother? At first, it may be because the mother is pregnant and has difficulty moving, but why does the father stop taking the mother to escape from the palace after Feng Qiao is born? Is it because of Feng Qiao?

Even if the father can't bring the mother and Fengqiao, he can escape alone. Go to Yanlong to find him. And the power of the dead soldiers in the palace such as Limeng can also save the mother.

And now he's an adult. Father can join forces with him to rescue his mother, Feng Qiao. If it is said that the father has limited mobility. So when I met my father in the suburbs in early spring, I didn't look like he was being monitored.

Could it be those eagle guards, whose martial arts are too strong? No. This is absolutely impossible, those Eagle Guards are indeed strong in martial arts, even higher than those of the palace dead soldiers like Limeng, but they are definitely not as strong as him and Yueming.

Although he seemed to be meditating, his heart was like a rushing river, up and down, rushing and thinking.

Just now he heard a meaning in Yueming's words, "You mean that the reason why my father did not leave the palace was because he was guarding my mother. After half a pillar of incense, he asked in a deep voice.

"Just speculation. "It's still a faint tone.

The wind fell silent again, so why didn't his mother want to leave the palace? He seemed to have heard his mother say that his father had brought her a message and would take her with him whenever she wanted to leave.

I remember that when my mother said this to him at that time, she once said that the reason why she didn't leave the palace was because Feng Qiao was too young, but now that Feng Qiao has grown up and is about to marry Molong, can her mother leave?

Suddenly, he thought of what his mother said on the first day he came back from Yongguan, could it be that his mother was sending him a message at that time, that is, his mother was preparing to leave?

At this time, his heart was inexplicably a little excited, and he decided to visit his mother again after a while, and he must ask her if she had any intention of leaving the palace.

Just as he racked his brain, a mysterious shadowless person appeared in his mind, I wonder if that person can have anything to do with his father, thinking that the gifts that his father gave him were all from the Juxiang Pavilion, and that person peeked at him behind the closed window of the Juxiang Pavilion.

His brows furrowed together again.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at Yueming on the other side, and after a while, his lips slightly opened to tell Yueming what happened at the door of Juxiang Pavilion that day.

Yueming, who was like an old monk, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard that the mysterious person behind the Juxiang Pavilion could silently dissipate the power of the wind.

After waiting for Fengzhao to finish, he said softly: "I'll go there myself tomorrow." ”

Fengzhao nodded, what he wanted was Yueming's words, the tacit understanding between the two of them over the years was not something that ordinary people could achieve, it could be said that the two of them could know what the other party needed to do at a glance.

And Yueming knew from Fengzhao's words that Fengzhao needed him to do this.

Juxiang Pavilion is not very far from the palace and the palace of King Xuan, if the wind shines, once there is a fight, then it will inevitably alarm the ubiquitous eagle guards in the palace. Once Feng Qing's suspicion is aroused, it will definitely cause some difficulties for Feng Zhao's actions in the future.

And Yueming's light skills are higher than Fengzhao, even if Yueming can't beat them, then he can completely retreat with his light skills. When the wind shined beside him, he secretly assisted himself, probably to avoid the eyes of those ubiquitous eagle guards in the court.

So the two brothers made a detailed plan, and when everything was over, there was already a trace of whiteness in the eastern sky, and Feng Zhao got up and walked out, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly stood down again, and looked back at Yueming: "The maidservant girl named Cai Qing is dead." ”

Yueming was stunned for a moment, his memory was excellent. Isn't that handmaid the maid who Fengzhao once said that he sneaked into Qingli Palace and used incense to poison his aunt.

At that time, he and Feng Zhao were both suspicious of Wind River, so they devised a plan to shake out the fact that Wind River tortured and killed the maidservant, but the woman still died, and died while Wind River was away.

"How did you die?" he asked.

Lan Yanyu reported that he died of depression due to illness. ”

And when Feng Zhao learned the news, he involuntarily thought of Queen Wu Yan's changing face.

Yueming didn't make a sound.

Just as Feng Zhao pushed the door again and was about to walk out, a cold sentence came from behind him: "Aren't you going to sue me about disguising myself as a man?"

Feng Zhao's legs that had been lifted stopped suddenly, and after a pause, he closed the door and turned around and walked back, looking at him condescendingly in front of Yueming, but a trace of embarrassment and nervousness flashed in his eyes.

"Does Yaoling know too?" asked in a low voice a little nervously.

Yueming got up and shook his robe and glanced at him lightly.

There was some mockery in his eyes.

Fengzhao's heart couldn't help but become empty. Before leaving Yongguan. Although he didn't specifically instruct Qin Yuan, he also believed that Qin Yuan would not tell Yao Ling about Qin Min pretending to be a man and following him.

"Could the grain and grass being taken away have anything to do with her?" Just as he was guessing whether Yao Ling also knew about it, Yueming asked lightly.

Hearing this, Feng Zhao's expression became stern. After a moment, he nodded slightly. If it weren't for himself in the first place, he was trying to avoid Qin Min's entanglement. Then he will not go to the dry crossing.

Yueming didn't speak. When he inquired about the seizure of grain and grass, he overheard about Qin Min's female companion and men's clothing entanglement.

For this reason, he guessed that the seizure of grain and grass and the departure of Fengzhao from Yongguan were very likely to be related to this woman.

"This has to be settled, if not. She will definitely affect your actions in the future, and also affect Yaoling's mood. "There is no temperature in the cold words.

"How to solve it?" Feng looked at Yueming, and there was a helplessness in his tone for the first time.

"Marry her off. Again, in a faint and cold tone.

Feng Zhao's handsome eyes widened in surprise, "How did you and I do the matter of marrying?"

Yue Ming's handsome and clear eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance: "Let Yaoling go to the emperor and propose marriage to Qin Min for Rong Jianghai." ”

One sentence made Fengzhao's jaw almost drop.

"You" he really didn't expect Yueming's mention of yì.

Yueming gently came to the octagonal palace lamp, quietly looked at the palace lamp for a while, and then turned his head to look at the wind light, with an elegant and indifferent expression.

"Feng He's personality is obedient and tyrannical, and Qin Taifu will not marry his daughter to him, so he is afraid that he will still be unfavorable to Qin Min if he becomes the emperor, so he married Qin Min to Jiang Li and the two countries are in-laws, even if Feng He has any grievances against Qin Min at that time, but he can only give up if he is concerned about the relationship between the two countries. He said lightly, his eyes shining in the light.

Suddenly, Fengzhao smiled, and smiled very brightly.

Since his return, the emperor has put Fenghe under house arrest in the Pingwang Mansion, but he has not issued a decree for a long time. Qin Taifu had been taking leave from the emperor since the day Qin Min came back, and he must have known about the entanglement between Qin Min and Fenghe.

He also felt a little guilty about Qin Min, if the person who insulted Qin Min that day was not Fenghe, he would definitely kill that person. But in the end, he still let Feng He go, and covered up for Feng He in front of Feng Qing. But in this way, Mrs. Qin will definitely worry about Qin Min's future.

I have to say that Yueming's Jianyì is the most perfect one, and Jiang Li can marry Qin Taifu, a heavy minister of the Great Dragon, but she can't ask for it, and she will not have any opinions.

Although Rong Jianghai, the prince of Jiang Li, seems to be timid and greedy for money, he is actually a person who is very far-sighted in the city, and his character is far more than that of Fenghe.

If Qin Min can be married to him, the corners of Feng Zhao's mouth can't help but pull a smile, and you can imagine the excitement on Rong Jianghai's face.

When the sun rose, Feng Zhao returned to his house, looked at the still sleeping Yaoling, and felt warm and soft love in his heart. Gently lowered his head and kissed lightly on the forehead of the sleeping Yaoling, and then lay down in the rocking chair and fell asleep.

He hadn't slept well since the day Yao Ling left him for Molong. Today, however, he feels particularly down-to-earth and comfortable. (To be continued......)