Feng Qing's dormitory was brightly lit, and in the center of the ground stood the masked Feng Xuan and Mr. Ghost Spirit, and the prince Feng Ze was guarding the couch.

Feng Qing on the couch was pale and bloodless, and there was a little blood on the white cotton cloth tied to his chest.

"Uncle Wang, how many days do I have left to live?"

He asked in a low voice, looking at the ghost with a pair of deep eyes, with a majesty that could not be deceived.

The ghost's eyebrows were pressed together, and the expression on his face was serious and hesitant.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Feng Qing added again.

"I've already given you the Ten Reincarnations of Life and Death Pill, and it's self...."

The ghost was still a little hesitant.

"Your body is weak, the golden hairpin pierces the heart, I have ten reincarnations of life and death pills, although it can bring the dead back to life and close the blood outflow to feed the heart, but you have been sad and depressed for a long time, and the heart can no longer bear any damage, so, also..."

"You're just going to tell me how many days I have left to live?"

Feng Qing's expression was calm, without the slightest wave

"Three days. ”

The ghost said with some difficulty, and there was sadness on his face.

The corners of the silent Fengqing's mouth raised a sad smile.

"Three days" he repeated in a low voice.

"How's the Queen?" he asked softly.

"The queen mother is overly sad, and she has already...."Feng Ze on the edge of the couch replied in a low voice.

A touch of sadness rose from Feng Qing's eyes.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Bury her according to the queen's etiquette." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes and lay quietly for a long time.

Feng Xuan on the side quietly looked at Feng Qing with his eyes closed. The face that had been as gentle as the warm sun had a deep sadness.

Softly he walked over to the chair by the couch and sat down, but he didn't say a word.

"Do you still hate me?"

Feng Qing, who closed his eyes, asked lightly.

The pain on Feng Xuan's face deepened a little.

"If I say that I never hated you, big brother, will you trust me?"

Feng Qing opened his eyes and looked at Feng Xuan.

"I have never hated you, everyone has the right to love beauty.

Li'er is the most beautiful flower in the world, I can love it, why can't my brother love it?" Feng Xuan stood up as he spoke, walked slowly towards the door, and continued as he walked: "It's just that brother, you don't know how to protect beauty, and you let Li'er live in pain."

If Li'er is happier with you than with me, I can leave with peace of mind. And big brother, you don't know how to love someone. It's to make her happy. Now you hurt Li'er, I hurt my sister-in-law. Ended up hurting yourself. At this point, the other person was gone, and there was a sobbing in the last words.

The sound of the rain lingers and the wind is dashing.

Feng Qing listened quietly, and for a long time he whispered to himself: "How can I not know that loving someone is to make her happy, if not." How could I be so careful..."

"Hey—" a long sigh was heard. Coming out of Mr. Ghost's mouth. "You brothers. For a woman...", he didn't say the rest of the words again.

"What does Princess Rongyu have to do with Uncle Wang?"

The ghost who was sighing suddenly stopped sighing, turned his head to look at Feng Qing, and the expression on his face was a little surprised and embarrassed.

"That and that—" He didn't finish. saw a golden bell shining out of Feng Qing's hand.

The girl said she had a panacea in her room. I don't know which one is more effective than the Ten Reincarnations Life and Death Pill that Uncle Wang just said?"

As he said this, his deep eyes looked at the ghost for a moment.

Mr. Ghost looked at the bell, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "That girl....is my apprentice." ”

A smile slipped from the corner of Feng Qing's mouth.

"If that's the case, the style of acting has also been passed down by you, Uncle Wang. ”

"That girl is a little naughty. The ghost scratched its head unnaturally.

As soon as Feng Zhao and Yueming entered the palace, before they could stand still, a palace man came to salute the two of them and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Ming, Your Majesty declares your face holy." ”

Fengzhao on the side was stunned for a moment, but there was no change in his face.

The moon was bright, and the palace people followed their heads.

Not long after Yueming left, a petite woman stood beside Feng Zhao, who turned his head to look at her.

On a rainy night, Yaoling held up an oil-paper umbrella, with a hidden anxiety and worry on her face under the umbrella, and a pair of eyes wet by the rain looked at him wetly.

"Your Majesty...."Without waiting for Yaoling to finish asking, Feng Zhao shook his head at her.

"Nothing, be patient. ”

He didn't want Yaoling to be anxious, he knew that although he had a great deal with Feng Qing, since he had seen Feng Qing, it was undeniable that Yao Ling had some sympathy and closeness to the supreme emperor.

Time passed for a long time in the ticking sound of rain, and I don't know how long, a shrill chanting voice came from afar: "The emperor has arrived-"

Those civil and military officials who had stood for a long time immediately cheered up and bent over and stood step by step.

A soft sedan chair is guarded by dozens of palace people, walking through the rain curtain illuminated by the lights.

The door of the main hall in front of him has been opened at some point, and the yellow light coming from inside can faintly see the golden dragon chair and dragon case.

Feng Qing sat on the soft sedan chair, raised his eyes to look at the hall, and a trace of loneliness quietly crossed his eyes.

All this splendor was what he had dreamed of, and now he was about to give it up.

The fatigue and fatigue that rose from the bottom of his heart swept through his body and mind again, and he only lived this one dragon seat in this life.

Sweeping over the civil and military officials on both sides who stood like wooden pillars with their heads bowed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he didn't have to face these dull and boring officials.

Although he is the emperor of the Great Dragon, there are many things that he has to discuss with them, because the world is not his alone, and many things they have to deal with are much more sleek and shrewd than him.

A pair of shining eyes stared at Feng Qing tightly, not for a moment, Feng Qing didn't need to look at it to know whose eyes it was.

There was a hint of a smile in his deep, bottomless eyes.

"Princess Ningjun, looking at me like this, haven't you seen me?"

The soft sedan chair stopped in front of Yaoling, and Feng Qing asked teasingly, and there was a hidden sadness in the haggard face in the rain curtain.

Yao Ling was stunned for a moment, remembering the first time he saw Feng Qing, he sat on the dragon chair, but now, he was so haggard as if he was an old man who would leave at any time.

"I....I....", she didn't know how to answer.

"Hehe, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I'm in good health, and with your master here, of course I'm not doing anything. ”

"Master?" Yao Ling was a little puzzled.

"Hehe, I thought that ghostly ghost should be your master. I don't know if I'm right?" the low Feng Qing leaned slightly and whispered to Yaoling......

"That...."She tried to defend herself, but was stopped by Feng Qing.

You have given me such a good elixir, and your master is by my side, do you think anything will happen to me?"

Hearing him say this, Yaoling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her frowning brows couldn't help but relax.

Yes, how could I forget the master, with the master here, are you afraid that you won't be able to save the emperor?

In the rain curtain, Feng Qing looked at her stretched face, and her heart was slightly hot, for this ghostly Princess Jiang Li of unknown origin, he actually loved her like a daughter.

But only this woman can understand the depth of his affection.

Turning his eyes, he looked at the wind next to Yaoling again, looking at his handsome and upright figure, deep appreciation flashed in his eyes, and a trace of dark sadness. The wind and the river of wind are somewhat similar between the eyebrows.

The soft sedan did not stop, and walked past the side of the wind.

The soft sedan chair was followed by Yueming in white and Feng Ze in the prince's brocade clothes, the two of them looked calm and expressionless, but they were a little sad in Feng Ze's expression.

When Feng Qing sat on the wide golden dragon chair, the civil and military officials entered the main hall and stood up step by step to carry out the kneeling ceremony.

Feng Qing silently looked at the neat and uniform ministers of civil and military affairs in the center of the ground, and there was a gentleness in his deep eyes that he had never had in the past.

These people are his most loyal ministers, and they have worked hard for Dalong without any effort.

Although the hustle and bustle are inseparable from the word Li, it is undeniable that they are all talented and capable people.

Now that he was leaving, he had to guard against them for something unfavorable to the young Fengze.

I glanced at the wind photo standing in the corner again, and felt a little more comforted.

Whether Dalong can dominate the world depends on this young man, in any case, he is a descendant of the Feng Clan, and he has the spirit of the Feng Clan's ancestors who are not satisfied with the status quo in his body.

Looking at Feng Zhao's deep eyes and majestic appearance, Feng Qing secretly praised in his heart: "There is the domineering spirit of the emperor." (To be continued.) )