When I first entered Haihai, a black shadow floated into the tall city wall, and through the reflection of the snow, I could see the handsome eyes of the visitor, like the stars in a cold night. He walked silently on the top of the tall palace wall, and looked carefully, but found that the snow-covered roof had not walked at all after he left, and even the wide brocade robe swept over the snow, and there was no trace.

Standing on the roof of Qingli Palace, all the movements within a radius of several miles could not escape his ears, even the dreams of those sleeping palace people, and the sound of cats and mice in the corners. At this moment, there is silence in the Qingli Palace, and the lights in the house reflect the snow outside the house through the window lattice, which is particularly hazy and gentle. There was a faint sigh in his ears, and Fengzhao's heart couldn't help but tighten, it was the sigh of his mother.

The figure flashed, and the person had fallen behind a rockery in the courtyard. After a moment's pause, he walked gently to the door of the temple, pondered for a breath, and without the slightest hesitation he gently pushed open the door and walked in.

A few octagonal palace lamps shone warmly in the room, and a long glass-like lake-colored soft brocade skirt sat next to the piano, stroking the piano with his hand, but he didn't play, and the whole person was as lonely and silent as an old monk who had settled down.

The wind took care of her mother's thin figure, and endured the surging heartbeat, remembering that whenever it snowed, her father would accompany her mother to eat and drink and play the piano, but now, only the piano in her mother's hand accompanied her.

"Mother. He mustered up the courage and called softly.

"Is it Ze'er, is there anything wrong with this late hour?" she asked in a low voice, exhausted and lonely in her voice.

Feng Zhao was slightly stunned, could it be that his voice was very similar to Feng Ze?

Chang Ruoli, who suddenly lowered her head, seemed to feel something different, and she suddenly turned her head sideways to look at Fengzhao.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that time has been frozen at that moment, the eyes of the mother and son are fixed on each other, fifteen years of time, they have looked at each other for fifteen years, and now they really appear in front of each other, but it is as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Two crystal teardrops rolled down the strings silently.

Two lines of tears gushed out of the cold and deep eyes on weekdays, this day he waited too long, this day he waited too hard, this day he waited too hard!

Shallow slowly walked to his mother's side and knelt down slowly, tears scattered on the smooth floor.

"Zhao'er" choked up in a tone of sadness and joy.

"It's me, mother" No matter how strong he was, he couldn't help but lean his head on his mother's warm leg in that call. Fifteen years later, he finally lay in his mother's arms and cried like a child.

"Zhao'er, are you finally willing to come to see your mother?"

"Mother, children are not filial. Feng Zhao didn't tell his mother that he had come to Qingli Palace many times, but he didn't have the courage to push open the heavy palace door.

The mother and son hugged each other for a long time, and neither of them wanted to let go, for fear that they would never be able to catch each other again as soon as they let go.

I don't know how long it took, Chang Ruoli gently straightened Fengzhao's face and looked carefully through the palace lamp, and a sad smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Finally, I can look at my photos so carefully again." ”

Fengzhao also looked at his mother carefully, his mother was still so beautiful and young, and there was not much change from when he left, the only change was that the current mother's eyebrows added a touch of sorrow and sadness.

"Mother," he said softly.

"Hmm" Chang Ruoli agreed, looking at the way the wind was about to speak and stopped, she pondered for a moment, "Mother knows what you want to ask? Your father is in this palace, but I can't see him." She gently pulled up Fengzhao, who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a low voice.

"How could my mother be like this? I have been on the run for fifteen years, and I think about you and my father every day, why did Feng Qing break up our family?"

With a long sigh, Chang Ruoli looked at Fengzhao with a pair of tearful eyes and just said softly: "Zhao'er, I'm sorry," Fengzhao wanted to say anything more but couldn't say anything, remembering the first time he saw Fengqing standing at the gate of Qingli Palace, and his heart was also a long sigh.

"Back then, the first emperor passed away, Feng Qing succeeded to the throne, your father was detained by Feng Qing during the period of filial piety, I was afraid that he would hurt you, so I sent you to Yanlong, originally planned to live and die with your father, but I didn't want me to be pregnant again, for the sake of the child in the womb, I had to obey Feng Qing's arrangement and become his concubine. The low and shallow words brought Chang Ruoli's thoughts back to the early spring season fifteen years ago.

Sending away Fengzhao, she sent the other subordinates of the Xuanwang Mansion, leaving only the jade pendant that followed her from Yanlong and the pendant who managed the study for Fengxuan, and entered the palace alone to see Feng Qing, Feng Qing sat on the tall dragon chair, her eyes as deep as a pool of water glowed with a faint light, looking at her who bowed to him below.

"I want to see Feng Xuan," she said indifferently, without a trace of fear.

Feng Qing, who was dressed in a dragon robe, slowly walked towards her from the steps, came to her, looked at her with cold eyes, and slowly a cluster of flames burned under his eyes, and was suppressed for a moment.

"You're finally willing to come to me and look at my cun, aren't you?" he said slowly, without any emotion in his tone. Slowly, he staggered with her, silently walking in the empty and dim hall.

"When you first appeared in front of me, I watched you with my heart, but you never looked at me, why? Is it because I'm not as good as Feng Xuan, or because I don't deserve you to look at me squarely?" He said as he walked, holding back pain and anger in his faint and cold words.

"You are the future monarch of Dalong, and you are the eldest brother of Feng Xuan, how dare Ruoli offend your dignity, no matter from which aspect, shouldn't I avoid you when I see you?" She stood in the center of the hall with a faint and quiet attitude, and there was a faint stubbornness and strength in her posture.

Behind him came the sound of Feng Qing's slow and heavy footsteps, and he walked back to her, and his eyes, which had been as cold as a pool in the past, were now full of scorching flames of pain and love, and the flames were burning fiercely.

Her heart trembled, like a wounded goose, trying to find a place to hide, but after all, she endured the fear and bravely greeted it with a pair of eyes like autumn water.

The fire in Feng Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and suddenly a pair of big hands took her in front of her in his arms, and the burning eyes looked at her wildly.

"You know, from the moment you lifted your hijab, my heart didn't belong to me, I tried to force my love for you, but you know, that love is like a raging flame, no matter how much I can't suppress it. His rapid, burning breath slowly swallowed her up.

After all, his lips fell on her cold and soft red lips like heavenly fire, and he refused to leave.

Let his kiss burn her lips, her eyes, her heart, she didn't move, tears slowly spilled down the corners of her eyes, drop by drop finally merged into a river.

Xu is cold tears rolled down his lips, Feng Qing slowly withdrew her fiery lips, looking at her tearful face in front of her, the heart that was swallowed by the fire became heart-rending pain, he slowly raised his hand, wanting to wipe away the tears for her.

At this moment, Chang Ruoli's heart is like a night in a cold day, little by little it is cold, the person in front of her, this person who was swallowed by the flames, the person she once thought of a way to avoid, today is finally to face, I remember that she lifted the red hijab to be the bride of Feng Xuan, and was full of joy to follow Feng Xuan to meet the emperor and queen at that time, and when this uncle, she keenly saw the spark in his eyes, and from then on she always avoided meeting him, but today, she had to face him alone.

"I want to see Feng Xuan," she said stubbornly, dodging his outstretched hand to wipe her tears.

Slowly retracted his raised hand and covered it on his heart, the flames in Feng Qing's eyes all receded, replaced by boundless hurt and pain.

Looking at the delicate her in front of him, he sighed and said in a slow voice: "You don't understand my heart for you after all." For you, I can give up this qiē, including this world, I can bear all the infamy in the world, just to be able to carry your hand. I don't want to be with you for the rest of my life, but I ask you to give me a smile to warm my cold heart, but what you always give me is indifference and alienation, not even a false smile. Like a defeated lion, he turned and walked back to the tall dragon chair with heavy steps.

The empty hall was devoid of any life at this moment, one was high above it and looked cold, and the other was delicate but immovable.

After a long time, a majestic and cold cry sounded in the empty and oppressive hall: "Xia Linhai, take Princess Xuan to see Lord Xuan." ”