There is a continuous mountain range in the northeast and west of the emperor mountain, the mountain is thick and majestic, the mountain is lush and green, and the grassland under the mountain is open and flat, which is the location of the Feng's imperial mausoleum. After the death of the successive emperors and close relatives of the Feng family, they were buried here. The entire mountain was guarded by soldiers.

At midnight on the 16th, in front of the tomb of the former emperor, the wind shines in an ink-colored wide-sleeved brocade suit, with the bright moon above his head he looked at the tall stone tablet in front of him, although it is night, but can not block his vision, he carefully watched the inscription on the stone tablet, this inscription is the epitaph of the first emperor.

"Grandpa Huang" knelt down silently. The day he left the imperial capital at the age of five was also the emperor's sacrifice day, which was also his birthday.

That day was unforgettable for Fengzhao, and all the good things were interrupted on that day. At this moment, in the dead of night, the soldiers on guard have already fallen asleep, the moon is in the sky, the stars are dim, the wind is quietly kneeling in front of the tombstone, like an old monk who has settled down, and the cool night breeze blows the robe belt on his brocade dress and trembles slightly.

"Grandpa Huang, do you remember Zhao'er, do you know what Uncle Huang did to my father and mother?" he asked silently about the black mausoleum in front of him. In my memory, the kind and kind imperial grandfather is buried in the mountain range in front of him.

He knelt like this for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly the sound of someone's footsteps came into his ears, although the footsteps were light and slow, but he still heard the footsteps coming in this direction. He looked up at the moon that was a little to the west, and listened quietly, and when the footsteps were getting closer and closer, he did not move, but the person had already flashed behind a stone figure not far from the stone monument, and disappeared silently in the dark.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and under the cover of the stone man, Fengzhao carefully looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

The night was silent, and the wind shone away its power to restrain the clothes and hair that were blown by the night wind, and the whole person seemed to be as immobile as a stone statue.

"Ahh But it wasn't his father's.

"Brother Huang, I'm coming to see you again, you old fellow. Lying here, every year I have to trek through mountains and rivers to see you in person, and when I also enter this mountain range, I will find you to have a good theory. "Feng Zhao's heart was like a gust of wind blowing across the sea, and the waves were several feet high, and with his profound skill and ability to never forget, he could hear that the person who spoke was Mr. Ghost, who healed his legs.

Silently poking his head out, he carefully looked at the person standing in front of the stone monument facing the imperial tomb, the bright moon above his head sprinkled the cold light all over the earth, adding frosty whiteness and tranquility to the sky and earth in the night sky.

Through this clarity, he could see clearly that the person who came was indeed the elusive ghost Mr. Spirit.

"Second, second. Mr. Ghost shouted softly twice into the night sky. Only the rustle of leaves in the wind blew.

"You stinky boy, you told me to come early, but you didn't come yourself. He said to himself, and at the same time untied the burden he was carrying, and took out the wine cup and wine jug.

"I said Brother Huang, this is the fifteenth time I've come to drink with you, since you became the broken emperor, our brothers have never sat together to drink again, and now I can only miss you on this mountain. There was an indescribable desolation and loneliness in the words.

Fengzhao saw that Mr. Ghost had two glasses of wine, one was spilled in the wind and dust, and one was drunk by himself.

After drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Ghost Spirit said to himself again: "Your two precious sons are not at all like our brothers. And that stinky grandson of yours, sooner or later, will kill my precious apprentice, and I don't want my precious apprentice to follow him into your palace. "The wind in the shadows seemed to have been struck by something, and it trembled a little.

"Second, second," Mr. Ghost shouted twice more in the air.

The sound fell, and a burst of footsteps came, and Fengzhao's heart was beating like a drum. The footsteps were so familiar and kind, but he couldn't believe it, with his skill he could hear and feel a qiē sound within a radius of five miles, but he could hear his father's footsteps in front of the stone tablet.

Sure enough, when he turned his head, he saw that there was another person in front of the stone stele, and with his own skills, he could see clearly, it was his father, dressed in a cyan robe, trembling slightly in the night breeze, and his face was as gentle and gentle as ever.

He saw his father standing silently in front of the stone tablet, and after a moment, he knelt gently against the mountain in front of him.

"Go on, you boy. Mr. Ghost croaked and chattered.

Feng Xuan stood up and looked at the stone monument and the imperial tomb. Silent. The night breeze was blowing, and his clothes were fluttering, and he stood there, his posture fluttering out of the dust, like a cyclamen who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Hey, you kid, can you say something, you have to call me uncle, why I also took care of your precious son for you, and I gave my precious apprentices to your son, can't you say thank you to me? It's so late, let an old man of my age wait for you, kid. Mr. Ghost complained and drank.

"Yaoling, it was picked up by Zhao'er on the side of the road in Yincheng, what does it have to do with you?" The plain sentence surprised Feng Zhaoxin, who was hiding. How could my father know so well about Yaoling's origins?

"How do you know?" the ghost asked in the moonlight, scratching his head and feeling embarrassed.

"As long as I want to know, there's nothing I can't know. There is boundless domineering in the plain words.

"Your brothers are as good, but it's a pity that there are too few excellent women" The rest of the words were not continued.

After a while, I heard Mr. Ghost ask again, "What are you doing standing there? ”

"I'm waiting for someone. Feng Xuan's voice was flat and gentle.

"Who are you waiting for?" said Mr. Ghost, with some surprise in his tone.

"Wait for the guy I've been thinking about for a long time. There was infinite longing in his light tone, and at the same time, he looked at the stone man where the wind was hiding. In the moonlit night, there is the light of the distant stars at the bottom of the eyes.

Feng Zhao's heart trembled slightly, for his father's sentence "I have missed people for a long time".

He walked out of the stone statue gently, and when his father's eyes looked at the stone statue, he knew that his father had discovered his hiding place, and he was secretly amazed at his father's skill.

Seeing the wind light coming step by step, Mr. Ghost Ling's face was shocked.

And Feng Xuan just silently looked at the Fengzhao who appeared, his face was as gentle and indifferent as ever, but there was a strange brilliance shining in his eyes.

"You," Mr. Ghost pointed at the wind with his finger, his mouth wide open for a long time without reacting.

Step by step, he walked towards his father, his steps were slow and shallow, although the distance between father and son was less than ten steps, but every step he walked was so difficult, as if he had walked for a hundred years.

Looking at his son, whom he hadn't seen for fifteen years, Feng Xuan's heart felt heavy guilt and pain, but his face was still so gentle and calm.

The four eyes were relatively silent, only staring for a long time, and there were thoughts and greetings in their eyes.

At this moment, heaven and earth disappeared in the eyes of his father and son, the imperial tomb disappeared, and the night sky also disappeared.

Now they see what they were like each other fifteen years ago. "Father, I hit a bird. "Father, I have written a hundred more words today. Feng Xuan saw the innocent and naughty son who held up the slingshot and spoke to him in a childish voice.

Hehe, my Zhao is the smartest child. "Zhao'er, remember that you are a boy, and you can't cry no matter how painful you fall. Fengzhao saw his four-year-old self fall to the ground and be lifted up by a big hand as warm as jade.