Out of the door of the world, it is already sunset. Stepping on the last trace of residual light and returning to the post house, Yao Ling had been waiting for him at Yueqing for a long time.

"I'm in the palace. Feng Zhao looked at the oncoming Yao Ling and smiled gently. The moon brightened as if no one was around, and the two of them went back to their dwellings.

"Hmm" Yao Ling twisted the placket of his chest with both hands, and followed the footsteps of the wind into his residence.

Looking at the expression of Yaoling behind him, Feng Zhao's eyebrows moved slightly.

"What's the matter, what's going on?" stretched out his big warm hand and gently shook a small hand that Yao Ling was twisted in front of the placket and pulled her slightly closer to his arms.

"I" made a slight sound from his mouth, but he stopped again, a pair of eyes as bright as stars blinked at the tall, upright and handsome wind in front of him, thinking about how to tell him about Chang Ruoli, afraid that he would be excited, afraid that he would be sad, afraid that he couldn't help but go to the palace tonight.

In fact, what she was worried about finally happened, when Fengzhao heard that Yaoling saw her mother in the imperial garden, she lost her temper for a moment, and the hand holding Yaoling was unconsciously clenched, a pair of sword eyebrows were tightly pressed together, and there was irrepressible excitement and longing in her eyes. When I heard my mother draw the sentence "Is she okay with Zhao'er?" in Yaoling's palm, a layer of water vapor blurred her eyes, after so many years, her mother, who had been thinking about it day and night, was already close at hand, but she didn't dare to look at it.

On the first day he stepped into the Imperial Palace, he couldn't wait to see his mother, but he was afraid to see it, so he let those trivial state affairs be filled with every day, and pretended not to have time to visit his mother, and now his mother actually took the initiative to approach Yaoling, presumably already knowing the relationship between Yaoling and himself.

"Little Wind," Yao Ling in front of him whispered to him, waking him up from distant nostalgia and deep pain.

looked at the petite person in front of her, and found that her hands were pinched purple by her little hands, so she hurriedly relaxed her clenched hands, and gently shook the pinched purple little hands with both hands for a while.

"Good, go back to sleep, I'm fine" Letting go of the hand he was holding, he said to Yaoling a little tiredly.

"Well, I'll accompany you. Yaoling didn't want to leave.

Stretched out his hand and stroked her silky hair, "Obedient, I'll take you back to King Xuan's Mansion tomorrow." ”

Gentle words gently spread through Yaoling's ears.

"King Xuan's Mansion?"

Feng Zhao smiled slightly mockingly: "His Majesty the Emperor has given me this proton to live in." ”

"Xiaofeng" Yaoling was a little sad.

"It's okay, go to sleep" pinched the tip of her delicate nose. took her by the hand and sent her back to her residence.

A bright moon hung quietly in the sky, the wind stood silently in the unlit room, looking up at a quiet night sky outside the window, the moon and stars were scarce, and the trees without many leaves were still swinging back and forth in the autumn wind at night.

I don't know how long I stood like this, but I saw the moon move from the treetops to the top of my head. Fengzhao silently dispersed his strength, probed the surroundings of the post house, and found no signs of activity, in the dark room, he walked out of the door silently, stood at the door and paused for a while, without any movement, the person had disappeared without a trace.

At this time, in the Qingli Hall in the palace, Chang Ruoli, who was wearing a light purple shirt, did not rest in peace, leaning against the soft couch by the window, a pair of beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and the lamps and candles on the table beside him flickered and flickered.

"Mother, it's late at night. The pendant on one side brought a carmine brocade quilt and covered her body.

"Shen'er, you guys go down, I want to stay alone. Chang Ruoli said lightly.

"Yes, mother," Shen'er agreed, turned around and walked out lightly.

In the huge palace, there was only one person left.

A figure stood quietly in the shadows behind a large tree in the courtyard, and the moonlight shone on his hazy figure, tall and straight.

After seeing Shen'er carrying a palace lamp and leading the other three palace maids into the side room.

Feng Zhao lifted his legs lightly and walked out of the back of the tree, stood silently in the courtyard for a while, and then slowly walked towards the door of the dormitory, and when he reached the door, he stretched out his hand to push the door in, but the hand stopped when it was half an inch away from the door. It was as if a thousand pounds of weight were pressed on his hands, and he didn't push it down after all. He stood silently for a long time, unable to see the expression on his face in the dark night.

Suddenly, he hid in the shadow of the corner on the left side of the eaves, and soon there was a faint sound of opening the door, and footsteps came from the tall palace gate, passing through the corridor and passing through the flower garden.

Through a bright moon in the middle of the sky, the wind shines clearly, and the person who came is Feng Qing, the emperor of Dalong Jianyuanning, and Xia Linhai, the chief eunuch who followed him.

Feng Qing slowly came to the door of the Qingli Palace, and stood silently looking at the pane of dim light in front of him.

A pair of eyes were bright and deep in the moonlit night, and he couldn't see any love in his eyes, but at that moment, Fengzhao felt that there was endless loneliness, melancholy, sadness and loneliness in the figure of Fengqing standing in the courtyard. "He loved his mother. The thought popped into my head.

Feng Qing stood silently for a long time, waiting for the candle flame in the hall to go out, then he slowly turned around and walked away without a breath in the moonlit night. Soon after, a long sigh blew into the ears of the wind as the autumn wind blew in the night.

Looking at the wind blue that disappeared into the moonlit night, the wind slowly walked out of the pillar, a pair of good-looking sword eyebrows were slightly locked in front of his forehead, and his eyes were like stars in the distant sky glowing with a cold light. He turned around and looked at the main hall in front of him. After all, I lost the courage to meet my mother.

"What should I do?" He asked himself.

The next day, when the sun was on the treetops, Yao Ling got up from the bed, ran to Fengzhao's room without bothering to freshen up, pushed open the door, and saw Fengzhao sitting in front of the table in a piece of sunlight with a pen and writing, and there was a slight chill in the house in late autumn. He patted his chest with his hand and smiled brightly at the calm wind light.

"What's the matter, it's like there's a dog chasing after you. Fengzhao put down the brush in his hand and walked to Yaoling.

"Heh, I haven't washed my face. Look at this mess of hair like weeds. He reached out and arranged a strand of hair from Yaoling's forehead behind her ear.

"Someone," he snorted, and an attendant immediately entered the door.

"Fetch water, the princess of this king has not washed yet" There was a hint of playfulness in the brisk tone.

Yaoling's face turned red, and she couldn't help muttering: "What, people are worried that you didn't care about washing." ”

The tip of his nose was pinched again, "What are you worried about? ”

"Brother-in-law, what are you two doing? I bought all the furniture, and you haven't washed it yet, sister. The people who didn't see Rong Jianghai enter the door, but they heard his voice.

"I've been to the Xuan Palace, not to mention that those guards are really good, the whole palace has a new look. Rong Jianghai, who was excited, walked in as he spoke. It turned out that Rong Jianghai went to buy furniture for himself early in the morning, and it seemed that he was really going to spend the New Year in the Xuanwang Mansion.

"Brother Prince, you" Yaoling was a little angry, this brother always can't touch the edge. Before he finished speaking, his hand was tugged by the wind next to him. "Since Prince Rong likes King Xuan's Mansion, then live with me. ”

Hearing Fengzhao say this, Rong Jianghai smiled even more happily, Yaoling's eyes on the side blinked, and suddenly changed his helpless expression, and he smiled with a sunny face: "Since my brother wants to live in the Xuanwang Mansion, then brother, I also have to live in the Xuanwang Mansion, and you also bought me the furniture in my house, okay? ”

Rong Jianghai immediately suppressed his laughter, his face was full of shock and pain, and he pointed at Yaoling and suddenly flicked the sleeves of his robe and turned around and went out of the door, only to hear a sentence from outside the door: "More robbers than robbers." ”

After laughing, Fengzhao's bright eyes looked at Yaoling in front of him, and there was slowly a wisp of warmth and attachment in his eyes. Gently pulled Yao Ling and took her in his arms, a big hand stroked her hair, the autumn sun sprinkled all over the ground through the window lattice, with a faint warmth.

At this moment, in a nearby room, Yueming sat quietly alone at the table, in front of him was a chessboard full of black and white chess pieces, his face was still as calm and cold as before, but when you look closely, you will find a trace of pain hidden in the depths of his eyes.