The dark door of Juxiang Pavilion was closed, and the three gilded characters on the door plaque were dancing with dragons and phoenixes. The window facing the street was covered with white silk, and for some reason, Fengzhao always felt that there was a pair of eyes behind that window to see him.

'Stop,' he commanded softly, then closed his eyes slightly and silently dispersed his power, and an invisible breath seeped into the window screen.

A soft air stream like a spring breeze silently greeted the cold cold air he dispersed from the Juxiang Pavilion, melting the coldness.

The wind light in the car suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a deep surprise in his eyes.

Turning his head and looking at Juxiang Pavilion again, he couldn't see anything.

"Who is Your Excellency?" he asked.

There was silence, and no one responded to his question.

"Let's go," he said softly after a moment.

In the Juxiang Pavilion, because the doors and windows are closed, the house is dark and deep and quiet, and a hazy light illuminates the room faintly through the silk window lattice.

Standing calmly and gently by the window, a pair of clear and peaceful eyes looked through the window at the shadowy carriage outside.

The carriage stopped, and a cold air flow silently dispersed through the cracks in the doors and windows, although it was not very strong, but there was a deep chill in the cold.

The corners of Feng Xuan's mouth raised a slight smile, and the smile was elegant and gentle.

Gently raised his right hand as if to hold the cold in the palm of his hand, and then a warm current diffused through his palm, and only one breath dissolved the cold.

Hearing the cold question in his ears, he didn't respond, just put away his smile, and the expression on his face became as calm and indifferent as before. I can't see what's going on in his heart.

Seeing the shadow of the shadowy carriage moving through the window screen, a ray of warmth crossed his eyes.

After waiting for the carriage to leave, two figures appeared behind him silently, one was Yin Feng, who had changed his appearance, and the other was the boss of Juxiang Pavilion.

"I didn't expect that King Ningjun's skills had reached the realm of supernatural powers. The boss of Juxiang Pavilion praised from the bottom of his heart.

Feng Xuan still looked out the window, was silent for a while, and commanded in a low voice: "Continue to track down those Ji people." Keep an eye on the Ping Palace. ”

The boss of Juxiang Pavilion bent down and whispered.

After finishing the order, he stretched out his hand and whispered, "Go back to the palace." ”

Yin Feng hurriedly handed him the hat in his hand. He took the hat and put it on his head, and walked out through the back door of the Juxiang Pavilion, where a black ordinary carriage was parked.

Return to the Mansion of the King of Xuan. The whole house has learned the news of Fengzhao's return, and Lancao has ordered someone to clean up the inside and outside of the house, and all the people in the house are standing in the courtyard waiting for his return.

Feng Ze also stood quietly under the eaves of the porch, silently waiting for him. is still dressed in a blue and white brocade dress, and his expression is still so gentle and elegant. The corners of his mouth still have the usual indifferent smile.

Seeing Feng Ze, Feng Zhao couldn't help but feel a wisp of intimacy in his heart, that cordiality seemed to come from his own blood, and he couldn't help but want to be close to Feng Ze.

And what surprised him even more. Feng Xuan's expression became more and more like his father Feng Xuan, that indifferent and gentle appearance, and a smile raised at the corner of his mouth. Even made him, the authentic prince of the Xuan Wangfu, suspicious that Feng Ze was the true heir of the Xuan Wangfu.

See the wind. Feng Ze stepped forward and hurriedly saluted, and Feng Zhao also returned the salute.

The two didn't speak, and the eye contact, whether the house was okay or not, Fengzhao already knew. can achieve eye contact with Fengzhao, Feng Ze is the second person, and Yueming is the first person.

Back in the house, Lancao followed in and gave a rough explanation of the big and small things that had happened in the house in the past few months.

After hearing the news of Wu's mother's disappearance, Feng Zhao didn't speak for a long time. For that Wu Ma, he always felt that things were not like what they seemed, and he once sent Limeng to investigate the origin of Wu Ma, but nothing was investigated.

Wu Yu and Wu Yu also came to the front hall to meet him.

Vaguely, you can see some Yaoling's appearance on Wu Yu's face, especially the eyes of the two are very similar, which makes Fengzhao think of Yaoling again, and he can't help but feel a little gloomy.

Seeing the gloom in his eyes, Feng Ze said softly, "Princess Rongyu and Cousin Ming have rushed back from Yongguan, and it is estimated that they will be able to reach the imperial capital in half a month." ”

Feng Zhao looked at Feng Ze in some surprise, with doubts and doubts in his eyes.

"The news came back from the country of thistle. Feng Ze continued softly: "Dalong has an eagle guard in Jicheng, and all the news about Jirujin will always reach the imperial capital in the fastest way. ”

After listening to Feng Ze's words, Feng Zhao thought that Feng Qing had never asked about Yao Ling and Yue Ming from beginning to end, and it turned out that he had already known the whereabouts of the two of them.

At this moment, he had to admire Fengqing's Eagle Guard again. Those royal spies who didn't see the head and tail of the dragon made it impossible for him and Yueming to find the slightest trace.

At this time, his mood was indescribable, thinking that he would be able to see his Yaoling in half a month, and he was very happy, but when he thought of the meeting between Yaoling and Thistle, his heart was full of pantothenic acid. Thinking that Feng Qing knew the news of Yaoling and Yueming before himself, there was a little heaviness in his heart, Feng Qing was far more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

He walked slowly around the room, a pair of heroic and beautiful sword eyebrows slightly pressed together. The eyes under the sword's eyebrows were like stars in the distant sky, shining with a distant and unpredictable light.

After taking two steps, he seemed to think of something, and a pair of starry eyes looked fixedly on Feng Ze's face.

Feng Ze on the side was still standing quietly in front of the window, meeting the eyes of the wind, and he said lightly: "This matter, my father asked me, because my father can't be sure whether Princess Rongyu and Ji Rujin met for that batch of grain and grass." "The expression is distant and quiet.

"How did you answer?" asked Fengzhao.

"It is rumored in the country of Ji that the Thistle Emperor is devoted to Princess Rongyu, and Princess Rongyu is kind and intelligent by nature, and she will not meet Ji Rujin privately for the sake of state affairs, and she will trade Ji Rujin with her affection. ”

Fengzhao was stunned again, and after a while, he said softly: "I never thought you knew Yaoling like this." ”

Feng Ze smiled lightly, but didn't say anything more.

Sure enough, on the sixteenth day after the wind shone back to the imperial capital, Yao Ling and Yueming stepped into the palace of King Xuan.

"Your Excellency, the princess and His Royal Highness Prince Ming have returned home. ”

When Fengzhao and Fengze came back from the palace, before they got off the carriage, Lancao, who had been waiting at the gate of the mansion, reported to him excitedly.

Before she finished speaking, she felt a wind shadow drifting in front of her, and the wind had already left the carriage.

Silently landed at the door of his house, and the wind listened quietly.

After listening for a while, he pushed the door open and walked in.

A pale pink figure was lying on the brocade couch, and he quietly walked over.

Yao Ling had already fallen asleep, a strand of hair covered the corners of his eyes, he stared at Yao Ling sleeping soundly on the brocade couch, as if a warm hand caressed his heart wrapped in cold in the past few days, and the gentle and soft heat slowly flowed through all his blood.

Slowly stretched out her jade-like hand, and her slender fingers gently stroked Yaoling's cheek, pulling the strand of hair behind her ear.

Looking carefully at the sleeping woman in front of him, he saw that her closed eyes were slender and raised, her curly eyelashes moved slightly from time to time, and her ruddy and small lips smiled slightly.

"Bell," he called softly.

Yaoling's eyelids on the brocade couch moved slightly, she was too tired, she was rushing day and night all the way, seeing that the imperial capital was getting closer and closer, her heart was getting more and more out of her body, and when she rushed back to the palace, she heard the wind shining into the palace, she freshened up a little, and waited for the wind in the house.

Since she was a child, she grew up by Fengzhao's side, so that she did not shy away from lying on the brocade couch of Fengzhao, smelling the brocade quilt contaminated with the breath of Fengzhao, it was so familiar and kind, her eyelids were uncontrollable and she started to fight, and finally fell asleep deeply.

She wanted to open her eyelids, but the eyelids were too heavy to open.

A good-looking and comfortable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Xiaofeng, I'm back." She replied to him gently, but in a dream.

A touch of hot and soft lips covered her red lips, she let out a shy sigh, she blushed in her sleep, but she didn't dodge, but greeted her red lips, let the hot and soft kiss her cheeks and red lips eyes, and her chest was so familiar and kind.

In the dream, she returned to the Qilin Valley, and saw the handsome young man who was a little melancholy and deep, standing in the sun-drenched flowers and looking at himself singing and dancing under the kapok tree, and the corners of his mouth occasionally flashed a gentle smile.

"Yaoling. She heard him call out to herself outside the kapok tree.

"Little wind. In her dream, she saw her four-year-old self in a pink dress, running towards him like a pink butterfly, with a happy smile on her face.

She threw herself into his arms, and he picked her up, and she put her arms around his neck and pecked him in the face affectionately, and in the sun, his handsome face was as red as a red apple. At that moment, the sun shone all over his body, making his handsome face have some unreal beauty.

"Yaoling," Fengzhao called softly again, and Yaoling's eyelids in his arms moved, but she just fell asleep.

Feng Zhao couldn't bear the love in his heart anymore, looking at Yaoling sleeping in his arms, a hot lip with strong love gently fell on the soft red lips like petals.

In the dream of "Little Wind", Yaoling leaned close to Fengzhao. (To be continued)