At this time, it has entered the sea hour. The cold night breeze blows in the dark night, and there are still gorgeous fireworks blooming under the sky in the distance. The eyes of the two of them followed the wind and blue in the hall. At the same time, he scattered his strength and listened to the sounds of the surrounding miles. Just in case a guard is around.

After a long time, when Feng Zhao and Yue Ming wondered if they should give up waiting and leave the Feng Clan's ancestral hall.

However, a figure was cast on the ground at the entrance of the main hall, and the two of them were shocked. With the skill of the two of them, they didn't hear any sound from the comer. I couldn't help but look at the person with wide eyes.

A person slowly walked in outside the door, looking at the person, Fengzhao's body trembled slightly.

The person who came was his father, who he thought about day and night. I saw Feng Xuan wearing a green shirt, his posture was gentle and elegant, his face was calm and plain, and he slowly walked towards the spirit card in the hall with his hands behind his back. There were no traces of the corrosion of time on his face, but it was as if a cloud of light surrounded him and reflected his warm face. Even if the moonlight in the past was like still water, there was a look of horror at this time, and the skill that could reach this realm was only seen by Zen Master Huiying.

I saw Feng Xuan come to the futon in front of the spirit tablet, slowly knelt down, and bowed.

After bowing, he slowly stood up and slowly walked towards the door again, never glancing at Feng Qing standing on one side from beginning to end. It's as if he doesn't exist zài.

"Won't you see me?" Feng Qing's deep voice behind him sounded coldly.

His footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked out the door, not stopping for a moment.

Looking at his disappearing back, Feng Qing in the hall muttered to himself, "You know." I'll wait for this day, waiting for the day I meet you, you won't forgive me after all, but you know that I have more than Li'er and you in my heart, you only say that you love Li'er, but you don't know that I love her more than you love her. You just have to think about Li'er, and I still have to think about you. ”

The wind on the roof, and then couldn't help the excitement in his heart, thinking that he was about to chase his father, suddenly a hand on his wrist, the two looked at each other in the night sky, there were a little tears in the eyes of the wind light, and the moon shook his head slightly at him.

endured the longing for his father, and under the pull of Yueming, the two quietly left the palace.

Yao Ling guarded the stove and waited, imagining Feng Zhao's excitement when he saw Feng Xuan, afraid that he would not be able to restrain his inner thoughts and alarm Feng Qing. Thinking that Feng Qing protected Chang Ruoli at the chrysanthemum exhibition, he suddenly felt a contradiction in his heart. I am afraid that the wind will hurt the wind and the blue, and I am afraid that the wind will hurt the wind and the wind.

"What's wrong with me?" she muttered to herself, "Whoever hurts Xiaofeng, I'll make him worse than dead." But Feng Qing's eyes flashed in his mind, and Feng Qing looked at Chang Ruoli's eyes, and suddenly sympathized with Feng Qing in his heart. "He loves the concubine too much. ”

Thinking wildly, thinking about her mother for a while, thinking about her father for a while, thinking of Fengzhao for a while, and suddenly remembering the night in Jiang Li, Yueming looked at her eyes. There was a pain in my heart.

I don't know how long, she actually crawled on the low table in a daze and fell asleep guarding the small stove.

The wind stood silently under the big tree in the courtyard, and his heart was as troubled as silk. He finally saw his father, who was thinking about it day and night, but his father didn't see him, he had been proud of his father since he was a child, thinking that he would be like his father when he grew up, but this qiē was broken by Feng Qing.

I don't know when I will see my father and when will I be able to reunite with my family?

Silently entered the room, but in the dark, I found Yao Ling, who was lying on the low table asleep, the charcoal fire in the stove had burned out, and there was a faint coldness in the room. My heart hurts, knowing that she is sorry for herself today, I can't help but be a little annoyed, this girl always treats him as a child.

Afraid of waking her up, he gently clicked her sleeping hole, held her in his arms, couldn't help but look at her twice, and suddenly had a touch of warmth and satisfaction in his heart. He kissed her on the red lips, hugged her to the bed, and after covering the quilt, he went to the stove and put some charcoal in the stove, and then sat down on the chaise longue beside the bed, closed his eyes, and went to sleep. Today, too, he felt a fatigue that he had never felt before.

In the middle of the night, Fengzhao was awakened by a burst of crying, opened his eyes, and heard Yaoling lying on the bed crying, and hurriedly turned on the lamp and came to the bedside, only to find that Yaoling was crying in her sleep. Put down the lamp and hold Yao Ling in your arms.

"Yao Ling, Yao Ling," he called to her softly.

Yaoling, who opened her teary eyes in a daze, suddenly hugged a pair of hands tightly around his neck when she saw the wind and shine.

"Nightmares?" he patted her on the shoulder, just as he had put her to sleep when he was a teenager.

"Well, I dreamed that you were gone, and I stood by the pile of weeds that my mother threw me away, and waited for you, but I couldn't wait for you, so I went to find Yueming, and he ignored me coldly, and didn't tell me where you are. I'm so scared. There was a cry in the low, shallow, muffled words.

patted Yaoling's hand and stopped, Feng Zhao's heart was sour or sweet, pity and happiness.

"Silly girl," stroked her hair, only to find that her forehead was slightly hot.

It must have been because she suffered from the wind and cold last night, and she couldn't help but be angry and heartbroken, and she must have been too worried yesterday.

wanted to put Yaoling down to find medicine, but Yaoling just hugged his neck and didn't let go, remembering that Yaoling always hugged him like this when he was a child when he encountered thunder. I knew that she must be terrified tonight.

So he hugged Yaoling and slept on the bed with her, stretched out a hand to gather a trace of cold air, and lightly applied it to her forehead to help her cool down. Fortunately, Yaoling's physique was originally good, and the fever was not very serious.

When the crisp sound of firecrackers at the door of the house woke up Yaoling in her sleep in the early morning, she opened her eyes in a daze, but found that her whole person was nested in the arms of Fengzhao who was sleeping on the side, and her own hands were still tightly wrapped around his neck.

The brocade quilt covering her head was pulled down little by little by a jade hand, and she pulled hard in the quilt to prevent the hand from pulling the quilt off.

"Shy, who put his arms around my neck last night and cried and wouldn't let me leave?" asked a gentle smile from outside the quilt.

I tried to think about it, as if I was crying in the middle of the night, but I don't remember what I did.

I looked at my clothes in the quilt and found that I was wearing clothes, although they were a little untidy, but fortunately, the clothes were there, and I was relieved. Only then did the eyes emerge from the bed.

A pair of bright and gentle eyes smiled and looked at her from above the quilt with affection.

The flushed face was embarrassed and pretty, and there was a hint of annoyance.

"What happened to me last night?" it was like a dream," she said, finding the steps for herself.

"Well, you had a fever last night, and you cried in a dream, saying that you couldn't find me. There was not the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice, but there was some joy.

"I'm worried about you. "The little mouth is stuck in the bed.

Suddenly, those bright and gentle eyes became a little annoyed:

"Don't worry about me anymore. With my power, no one in this world can hurt me. You little girl makes me cāo not enough heart, but still worried about me. ”

After looking at those handsome and deep eyes, Yaoling's mind cleared up, remembering that Feng Zhao went to the Feng ancestral hall last night, and suddenly she pulled down the quilt covering half of her face, and asked Feng Zhao nervously: "Did you see the prince yesterday?"

Seeing her nervous appearance, Fengzhao was annoyed and helpless.

"Well, I see. Said lightly.

Yaoling wanted to ask something, but he held out a finger and put it on her red lips.

"Shut up, don't ask so much, rest well, you're still having a fever. ”

Hearing him say this, Yaoling stretched out her slender jade hand, put it on her head, and touched it, it was really a little hot.

"Well, you're a doctor, tell me what medicine to take. ”

Yaoling, who was lying in the quilt, sat up suddenly, and a pair of big eyes searched for it on the table next to her.

"Whatever you're looking for, you should pay attention to your image. Fengzhao, who was half up, was startled by her actions, and said with a feigned annoyance.

Hearing him say this, Yao Ling hurriedly lowered her head and looked at her clothes, and sure enough, she was disheveled, her entire neckline was wide open, and her close-fitting corset was exposed. She lay down again, her face flushing with redness that had just receded.

Seeing her like this, Fengzhao couldn't help but be funny and angry.

"You have been asleep beside me since you were a child, and now you have finally reached the age of Jilu, and you have long been a man of this king. What are you shy?" The tone seemed to be ridiculous, but it had a faint meaning.

Yaoling pulled the quilt over her head again, but her mouth stopped arguing. Sooner or later, she is Xiaofeng's person, and as soon as the New Year is over, she knows that Xiaofeng has been waiting for this day for a year or two, but fortunately, she has finally grown up and can solve problems for him.

"You ask Wu Yu to boil some bupleurum dandelions and banlan roots. Her muffled voice came from the bed.

The wind outside the nest was full of laughter and love, and yesterday's frustration and sorrow were swept away.