"Niangniang, the old marshal has sent a message, saying that Taifu Qin has decided to marry his daughter to Prince Jiang Li, and there is nothing he can do. In the Queen's Palace, Yun'er whispered to Wu Yan, who was lying on the couch with her eyes closed.

Suddenly opened a pair of beautiful apricot eyes, with a domineering light in his eyes.

"Qin Anwen, you wait. After a while, Wu Yan gritted her teeth and said hatefully.

"Tomorrow, I passed the decree of the palace and ordered that Princess Jiang Li to enter the palace to see a doctor for the palace. Squinted at Yun'er and commanded coldly.

"Yes," Yun'er bent down and retreated in the light of the sunset.

In King Ping's Mansion, the Wind River was facing a pond that was about to dry up, and he was stunned.

When he came back from the border pass, his father neither saw him nor disposed of him, but only issued a decree ordering him not to leave the palace of King Ping, and thought about it behind closed doors.

This made his worried heart unable to settle down, and looking at the sun setting in the west, his mood was extremely low. In the bleak autumn twilight, the Pingwang Mansion, which used to sing and dance, went back and forth, just shuttling a few elderly palace people. The trees are falling, the flowers are decaying, and the eyes are full of desolation.

He had locked the door of his study so that no one was allowed to enter it, and he had never entered it again. Now I just beg those people of the Thistle Kingdom not to disturb him again.

Not long after nightfall, someone from the palace came to report that the queen had sent some food. There was a faint warmth in my heart, not for those who ate, but for the palace maid who delivered the meal.

Looking at Yun'er, who came in through the door with a lotus-colored cloak, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Since he experienced the edge of life and death, as long as he sees Yun'er now, he feels that his lonely heart will be more steady, as if he has some comfort to rely on, this feeling is something he has never felt before.

Yun'er put the food she brought to the table in turn, and those meals were all made by her own hands for Wind River.

She had known seven-year-old Wind River since she was five years old, and she had been waiting on him ever since, his smile and anger she knew better than anyone else.

It is precisely because of this that she knows best the loneliness, sadness and loneliness under his arrogant and conceited shell.

"Niangniang knew that His Highness was upset, and she was afraid that the people in the house would not be able to serve you well, so she specially ordered me to send some of His Highness's favorite meals. Yun'er said softly while setting the dishes and chopsticks.

Feng He silently took the bamboo chopsticks and ate a few bites carelessly.

"Is there any news in the palace?" he asked in a low voice.

"Nope. Niangniang asked Xia Linhai. The emperor is also reluctant to punish His Royal Highness, so he asked you to think about it behind closed doors, and the mother instructed you to take a good look at the book during this period of time, and make a repentant appearance to let the emperor's anger disappear. Waited for the limelight. Then find a way to restore your crown prince. ”

Hear the windy river here. But there was not much joy in my heart. As long as his father does not investigate the details of the loss of grain and grass, he is already thankful, as for the position of prince. He suddenly lost interest.

"Bang" put down the chopsticks, got up in a depressed position and came to the window, looking at the flickering light on the table.

The night wind blew, and it was a little chilly in the house.

Yun'er glanced at his back with concern, silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then quickly threw a few pieces of charcoal in the charcoal basin in the house, the red flame whirled, and the flame warmed the cold in the house.

Together, she was pulled into a wide embrace.

"Yun'er. In the low and shallow cry, there was a suppressed sadness.

Feng He buried his face in Yun'er's bun and didn't speak for a long time.

Yun'er let Fenghe hug her, feeling sad for a while, but she had a happy smile on her face.

Gently holding out a hand, she stroked his back and bun, like a mother caressing her own child.

"Your Highness," after a long time, Yun'er lifted Feng He's body and pulled him onto the chaise longue.

Then he walked to the closet against the wall, took down a small porcelain vase, poured out three fragrant beans, put them in the incense burner on the table, and then came to the side of Wind River, took out a wooden comb from his sleeve, and gently combed his hair in a bun.

It didn't take long for her to put away the comb and stretch out her slender hand to press the acupuncture points on the top of his head and face for him.

"Yun'er, if I can't be the prince in the future, are you willing to live incognito with me?" Closing his eyes, he pressed his head and face with a pair of warm little hands, and a burst of comfort spread throughout his body from the pressure of his small hands, and the nervousness in his heart relaxed little by little with the pressure of his little hands.

As soon as Yun'er's hand stopped, Feng He opened his eyes and looked at her, just in time to see the light of the meteor in her eyes, which passed away in an instant.

"Your Highness said with a smile, you are the eldest son of the royal family, and the crown prince will be yours sooner or later. ”

Yun'er then massaged Wind River.

Feng He raised his hand, gently held a small hand, put it to his lips and kissed it lightly, and his once deep and gloomy eyes were flowing with a gentle and bright light at this moment.

"What I said is true, there is no one who loves me in this palace, even if I become the emperor, I am lonely, so what's the fun? It is better to live in seclusion in the mountains with you and be an ordinary commoner. Feng He was as low as a dream, a little helpless and a little desolate and tired in his eyes.

A tear fell from Yun'er's clear eyes.

Gently withdrew her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a delicate smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Yun'er is willing to live any kind of life by His Highness's side, I just ask His Highness to be happy in his heart, don't throw me away." ”

A trace of pain crossed Feng He's eyes, and Ruyu's fingers wiped away the tears that fell for Yun'er.

Then he closed his eyes again, and Yun'er continued to massage him.

"How is Taifu Qin doing?" After a while, he asked again, he was not afraid of Qin Min's affairs, he was the eldest son of the Dalong royal family, even if he was no longer the crown prince, the women in this world were all chosen by him at will, and if he could be right to that Qin Min like that, he could be regarded as looking up to her.

But Qin Min's father and brother behind him had to be afraid of three points.

Yun'er hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Today, the princess of Lining County went to the palace to propose to the emperor to let Miss Qin marry Jiang Li" The words were not finished. Feng He sat up suddenly, stunned for a breath, and then asked, "How did the Qin family react?"

"I heard that Master Taifu has agreed. There was a hint of nervousness in Yun'er's eyes.

Feng He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Haha, it's worthy of being a quirky little witch, it seems that the little witch knew about the slut girl pretending to be a man, so she came up with such a way, haha. ”

Yun'er looked at the somewhat distorted Wind River with some surprise.

Perhaps seeing the surprise in Yun'er's eyes, Feng He stretched out his hand and dragged Yun'er's chin, and said lightly: "Don't worry about that slut anymore." His Highness has long looked down on her. "Speaking of which. He suddenly let go of Yun'er's chin and said hatefully: "If she doesn't marry Jiang Li and stays in Dalong, sooner or later, His Royal Highness will trample her on the soles of her feet, making her miserable." It's a pity that I can't torture her. With that, he leaned back. closed his eyes and waited for Yun'er to massage him.

At this moment, a deep smile crossed Yun'er's eyes. It was a smile from the bottom of my heart.

At midnight. In a mansion at the foot of the West Mountain, not far from the Imperial City, Yueming, dressed in black, waited quietly.

It didn't take long for the door to be pushed open. Walking in, the same black clothes of the wind and the light.

After Fengzhao stretched out his hand and motioned for Limeng to sit down, a young dead man pushed the door in and poured tea, exited and closed the door.

Only then did he ask Yueming lightly: "Can you find out the power of the single and double seas?"

Yueming took a sip of tea and said lightly, "It's not him." ”

Feng Zhao didn't speak, his brows furrowed slightly.

From Fang Cai's fight, he also saw that Shan Shuanghai's skills were worse than Yueming, which showed that he was not the mysterious person who was hidden behind the window of Juxiang Pavilion that day.

"What he said is really good," suddenly Yueming said this thoughtlessly, and Fengzhao and Limeng both looked at him.

Yue Ming glanced at the two of them and said lightly: "He said that half of the treasures in the world are from Juxiang Pavilion, but no one has ever heard of Juxiang Pavilion being stolen or robbed. ”

Hearing this, Feng Zhao's heart was also stunned.

"Could it be that there is a more powerful background after the Juxiang Pavilion?" Feng Zhao guessed and muttered to himself.

Yueming didn't speak. After the three of them were silent for a while, Limeng on the side had a look of wanting to speak and stopping.

The wind glanced at him.

"What did you find?" he asked.

"I think I've seen that sword. He said after a while.

Both the wind and the moon looked at him.

Li Meng groaned slightly and said a little crampedly: "That sword, I have seen it in the palace. ”

Speaking of which, he looked at the wind and the moonlight, and there was a look of memory in his eyes.

When Fengzhao and Yueming heard this, it was like a thunderclap sounding in their ears, and the faces of the two of them, which were usually deep and unwavering, were now unpredictable like the turbulent waves of the sea.

"It is a hundred-year-old sword, named Rushui, which was given by the founding emperor to the general of Zhenguo who followed him at that time, the blade of the sword is like a pool of water, slightly cool and clear, the sword body is soft, and it takes extremely high internal force to exert the water and light it has when fighting.

The sword is like a stream of water, and it hurts like water wherever it passes. When I was working as a guard in the palace, I once saw the prince try the sword. ”

Feng Zhao stood up suddenly, stood firmly and was silent for a moment, and then he put away his excitement and asked slowly:

"Are you sure that the single and double seas used today are like water?"

After thinking about it for a while, he nodded affirmatively.

Feng Zhao's eyes looked at Yueming, who was sitting on the side, and Yueming also glanced at him and nodded slightly.

"The sword light of that sword is indeed as cool and slightly cold as water, and the skill of Shan Shuanghai is also very good, and the sword wave has a flood-like devastating momentum. I haven't seen Rushui, but I've seen the records and atlases about this sword, and it should be this sword. ”

"But" Fengzhao felt a little confused, trying to sort out some clues.

"And the kung fu of this single boss, I seem to have some familiar feelings. Limeng continued.

Fengzhao and Yueming looked at him again in amazement.

Limeng's hands rubbed together slightly, and then continued:

"We dead soldiers all entered the palace when we were seven or eight years old and teenagers, and none of us brought kung fu into the palace. When we entered the palace, there was a special person to train us, and I remember that the person who trained us was a young man, but he was extremely skilled. Because he is the top dead soldier in the palace, he is masked every time he trains us, and his sword is extremely fast, very similar to this single shopkeeper, although it is different from the tricks taught to us, but the pace is very similar. ”

For a long time, the room fell silent, and even a pin could be heard.

Standing in front of the table, Feng Zhao carefully recalled the person hiding behind the Juxiang Pavilion that day, thinking that after the person turned his own skill, he released a gentle skill around his body, and at that time he had a warm feeling in his heart, but it also caused him to be inexplicably frightened.

"If, if that man is a father," he thought to himself, his heart beating invisibly faster. At this moment, there is a trace of relief, a trace of warmth, and a trace of sadness, which is filled in the stirring chest.

The moonlight was also lost in thought, and only the faint fragrance of tea lingered in a hazy light in the room. (To be continued......)