In the palace of King Xuan, with a calm face, he sat quietly on the futon in front of the open door, not knowing what to think.

Outside the house it was pitch black, and there was the sound of frogs in the darkness.

A dim palace lamp appeared in his eyes, getting closer and closer.

The two figures walked to the door and stepped silently into the door.

A bell jingled.

Through the lamp and candle on the table, you can see a touch of tenderness flashing in Fengzhao's eyes.

"They're gone. Yaoling's voice was low, slightly dull.

Yueming sat opposite Fengzhao, picked up the tea brewed on the table, and took a sip.

"If it weren't for looking at Yun'er pitifully, I wouldn't have let go of Fenghe, who had killed so many innocent lives. ”

The silence sounded again in the room, and the voice of the Yao bell was low but clear.

That day, in the prison, she saw Yun'er swallow the poisonous beans in her hand, and without the slightest hesitation, she saved her.

She admired Yun'er's righteousness, thinking that she was somewhat similar to herself after all, so she secretly begged Feng Ze to take Yun'er to the Xuanwang Mansion to take care of her.

And Feng Ze directly ordered someone to replace Yun'er with another death row prisoner.

Feng He was imprisoned, although the court concealed Feng He's guilt from the outside world, but Yao Ling's identity was special, and she knew that what Feng He did was not a rumor, so she couldn't wait to rush to the prison immediately and kill him personally, but at that moment Yun'er knelt in front of her, "I don't dare to beg the princess to spare Your Highness, I can only ask the princess to give me and the emperor's eldest son death together so that I can share half of the responsibility for him when I go to the underworld." ”

Looking at the weak and desolate woman in front of her, she couldn't help but hurt her after all.

Yesterday, Wu Yu found her and told her hesitantly. said that the crown prince Feng Ze begged her to forgive the emperor's eldest son Feng He, and also told her that the emperor's eldest son Feng He was insane, and the prince had exiled him to the people in accordance with the rules of the Feng clan, and asked her to put Yun'er back to Feng He to take care of the abnormal Feng He.

She was furious and wanted to be unwilling, but was stopped by Yueming:

"After all, Fenghe is the blood and blood of the Great Dragon Emperor, if you are obsessed with his life and death, you will definitely make Yue Ning embarrassed, and if your aunt is here, she will spare his life, this is the case in this palace. After all, the law has to leave some room for the royal family. ”

Helplessly, she promised not to be entangled in the life and death of Fenghe.

When she told Yun'er about it. She was amazed to see a light that she had never seen rise from under the eyes of the clouds, like the first rays of light in the morning suddenly illuminating the dark sky.

"He's insane, and you're going to take care of him for the rest of your life?"

She asked Yun'er tentatively.

"Wouldn't that be better, Your Highness, though he has hurt so many lives. But he was also a poor man. Now His Highness is insane, as if he has returned to his infant life. Who said it wasn't God giving him another chance to be a child?"

Because of the excitement. Yun'er's pale face was slightly red, and her tone of voice was a little hurried: "At the beginning, His Highness saved me because of my humble status, but gave me the opportunity to get close to His Highness. The closer I got, the more sad I feel for Your Highness. Reaching out to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, she continued:

"I often think that I have no hand to turn time, if I can turn back time, I must have been born before His Highness and have known him early, so that I can accompany his lonely and helpless childhood, and this future may not happen, but now that God has given me this opportunity, I should cherish it and take care of him doubly. ”

Seeing the light in Yun'er's eyes, Yaoling's heart was a little sour, the reason why she paid so much attention to Yun'er was because she could always see her own shadow on Yun'er's body.

The difference is that she is luckier than her, and what she encounters is a deep, calm, responsible and courageous Fengzhao.

She sometimes thinks about changing the position between herself and Yun'er, and after thinking about it, she finds that what Yun'er did was exactly what she would do.

Because of Fengzhao's identity, Feng Ze secretly passed down the word, and Fengzhao was not allowed to interfere in this matter, for fear that once someone with ulterior motives in the court grabbed the handle in the future, it would be unfavorable to Fengzhao.

Therefore, Yueming and Yaoling took Yun'er to the house hidden in the mountains and fields in Juxiang Pavilion, waiting for the arrival of the wind river.

Although Feng Zhao hated Feng He, he was a little unbearable when he thought of the scene he was with Feng He when he was a child.

Although he left his parents early, his uncle and aunt treated him as his own son, and he also had Yueming Yaoling by his side to relieve his boredom, and there was no lack of love and care along the way.

And Feng He guarded his parents but did not feel the love of his parents, and he could naturally experience the cold and loneliness along the way.

Fortunately, Feng Ze sent someone to tell him yesterday that his father had made the decision to release Feng River into the people in the name of the Feng Clan's law enforcement elder, and he thought in his heart that this was the best outcome.

Three days after sending away Feng He, Feng Ze was dealing with the official documents on the case, when a young palace man walked in from outside and whispered: "Your Highness, there is a word from the queen's palace that the queen mother has been on hunger strike for three days. ”

Feng Ze put down the pen in his hand and frowned in thought.

Fenghe was imprisoned, and Queen Wu Yan did not cry as usual, she was very calm.

Fenghe was secretly exiled to the people, but for the court and the people of Dalong, he only said that he was given death.

It was Wu Yan who heard such a rumor, so she went on a hunger strike to show her mortality.

"You're here?"

In Fengming Palace, Wu Yan sat quietly on the futon facing the window, her face was dark and haggard.

But she is still neatly dressed and delicate, and the queen's majesty is still there.

It could be seen that she was fighting hard to hold on there, lowering her eyes and ignoring Feng Ze.

Feng Ze stood silently for a moment, and a maid brought the food, Feng Ze took it, and put his hands to his eyebrows, "Queen Mother, please eat." His tone was extremely respectful and gentle.

"What happened to He'er?" Wu Yan's breath was weak, but her tone was still arrogant.

Feng Ze was silent for a moment, and said softly: "According to the rules of the Feng clan, the imperial brother is walking very well, and the queen mother does not need to worry." ”

Wu Yan opened her eyes, her eyes desperate and cold.

Trying to wave his hand to knock the bowl in Feng Ze's hand, followed by a stumbling man who fell on top of the futon.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother has been on hunger strike for four days. ”

In the Qingli Palace, Xia Linhai reported in a low voice to Feng Qingyu, who was lying quietly with his eyes closed.

"Niangniang said that she wanted to see His Majesty for the last time. ”

Feng Qing slowly opened her eyes, looked at the dresser on the side through the low-hanging purple curtain, where there was still a comb and hairpin ring used by Chang Ruoli, and remembered the appearance of Chang Ruoli dressing up in the mirror.

A heart-piercing pain rose from the bottom of my heart and quickly spread to my whole body, and I couldn't help coughing lightly.

Xia Linhai hurriedly raised the curtain, reached out to support his shoulder, and picked him up.

When he saw the slightest trace of blood on the corner of Feng Qing's mouth, he was anxious, and opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, why are you doing this?"

"Xia Linhai, do you say that I am a failure, the woman I miss will not accept me until death, and my only son wants my life all the time, and in the end..."

"Your Majesty, don't be so upset. Xia Linhai's eyes had some tears.

"Your Majesty is an old slave who grew up, how can the old slave not know the hardships of this journey, now His Majesty has handed over state affairs to His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness has a good heart, and secretly protects the integrity of the emperor's eldest son, Your Majesty can relax his mind and raise his body well. ”

At this moment, Feng Qing is like a person who has gone through vicissitudes and sorrows, looking so helpless and weak.

Looking out of the window for a long time, he commanded softly:

"To the Ancestral Hall"

"Your Majesty is raining outside, your dragon body...."Without waiting for Xia Linhai to finish speaking, Feng Qing shook off his hand domineeringly, got up and walked out of the door.

Xia Linhai hurriedly shouted to the palace people on the side: "Don't take the umbrella yet." ”

In the ancestral hall, Feng Xuan sat opposite Mr. Ghost.

"Hey, heart disease needs to be treated with heart, Fengqing's kid can't get out of the emotional injury, I'm afraid it's more than lucky. ”

Mr. Ghost Ling's face was melancholy, "You two boys, it's really a heart that I can't fuck enough, more than ten years ago for you, I didn't hesitate to turn against that kid, but now I can't do anything about him, your two brothers are the same stubborn, but your stubbornness is more forbearing, but his stubbornness has the domineering of the emperor, hey... It's just that the kid in Fenghe is not angry, and he dares to betray Dalong's country, which is really worse. ”

Feng Xuan sat quietly, his face as calm as water.

There was a moment of silence in the house, and the swallows under the eaves outside the curtain chirped crisply, and outside the eaves were the rain like curtains, splashing tiny droplets of water on the bluestone steps.

The courtyard door was opened with a creak, and Xia Linhai, who was draped in a poncho, was holding an oil-paper umbrella, under which was a thin and tall Fengqing, although his face was pale, his demeanor was still cold and majestic.

Through the bamboo curtain, Feng Xuan looked at the figure, and the gentle affection in his eyes disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"This kid, really, is weak, what is he doing in the rain?"

Mr. Ghost Ling looked annoyed, got up and walked to the door and stretched out his hand to open the bamboo curtain, "Xia Linhai, you ignorant minion, don't you know that this kid's body can't see the wind and rain?"

"Sir, your majesty insists on coming...."

Xia Linhai looked aggrieved.

Feng Qing went straight to Feng Xuan and looked at him condescendingly, and there was no expression in his deep eyes.

Feng Xuan picked up the teapot on the table and slowly poured him a cup of tea without speaking.

Mr. Ghost came over and sat between the two of them, turning his head to look at Feng Xuan for a while, and then at Feng Qing, and sighed for a long time, "Two stinky boys." (To be continued.) )