Feng Jingze came to the Peach Blossom Forest, but he didn't see Feng Jingruo.

He held a folding fan in his hand, strolling in the peach blossom forest, it rained last night, and a thin layer of petals was spread on the ground, reflecting the green grass, which looked particularly gorgeous.

Feng Jingze thought that when Feng Jingruo came over later, when he saw such a scene, his eyes would definitely flash with extreme joy.

However, he looked at the entire peach blossom forest, and he didn't wait for Feng Jingruo.

"Big brother, let's come here tomorrow to see the peach blossoms, okay?" When they left the Peach Blossom Forest yesterday afternoon, Feng Jingruo took his hand and said, his big black and white eyes full of anticipation.

Feng Jingze's heart was softened by such a look.

He is not good at waiting for people, and he has no experience of waiting for people, but this time, he waited for Feng Jingruo for an hour.

Looking at the sunset gradually setting in the sky, Feng Jingze put away the folding fan and turned back.

In the next ten days, Feng Jingze didn't see Feng Jingruo again, and casually asked a few little monks around him, but they all said they didn't know.

Feng Jingruo is like a dream, a soft and beautiful dream with the fragrance of the peach blossom forest and the white and tender bun face.

brought him a warmth and simplicity that was different from the intrigue in the palace.

Then, all of a sudden, the dream woke up.

Feng Jingruo has always been locked up in the empty precept hall, except for three meals a day, he is the only one at other times.

There are also three lamps that will not be extinguished, three futons, and a book.

He couldn't see the sunrise or sunset, he didn't know day or night, and the only light in the precept hall was the light.

At first, he was extremely anxious, and all kinds of grievances and sadness came up, but slowly, when he knew that the abbot was really going to lock him up until the master returned, he calmed down.

Anxiety will not solve the problem, but will make the life more difficult, it is better to meditate and read the book given by the master.

This book has no cover, but the content is full of pictures and texts, and each unit is a small story.

What makes Feng Jingruo a little strange is that these stories are the stories of emperors of previous dynasties.

He is a little monk, why did the master give him a book full of emperor's growth stories?

Although he was puzzled, Feng Jingruo read this book with relish, and fortunately this is an interesting book with pictures and texts, and he is not living like a year in the Discipline Hall.

Feng Jingruo's only worry is that Feng Jingze can't see him anymore, will he think that he has broken his promise?

Tianhe Temple ushered in Fengyuan, the emperor of Fengguo.

Feng Yuan paid a private visit to Weifu, and only brought the chief eunuch and his most trusted Shen general, Shen Huan, to Tianhe Temple.

Gu Mingliu hurriedly came out with Feng Jingze to greet him.

Feng Yuan bent down to help Gu Mingliu and said, "Concubine Ming, you've worked hard these days. ”

"Praying for His Majesty is within the concubine's job." Gu Mingliu suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said.

"Ze'er, at your age, you can't bear it, but you can pray for your father in Tianhe Temple, yes, your father didn't hurt you in vain." Seeing Feng Jingze standing aside, Feng Yuan was quite pleased.

Feng Jingze learned to paraphrase Gu Mingliu's words just now: "Praying for his father and emperor is a matter of his son's responsibility. ”

Feng Yuan saw that although he was talking, he didn't have any expression on his face, and shook his head with a smile: "Ze'er, your expression really looks like you just came out of the precept hall of this Tianhe Temple." ”

"Your Majesty, Ze'er, he ......" Gu Mingliu was about to explain, Feng Yuan waved her hand to signal that she didn't need to explain, and said: "Ze'er has this temperament, she is not impatient or impatient, she can have such a calm heart at a young age, this is my Fengyuan's son." ”

Feng Jingze didn't feel much about these words praising him, but he was curious about the precept hall that Feng Yuan had just mentioned.

He looked at the abbot on the side and asked, "Abbot, can I go to the precept hall to have a look?" ”

The abbot held the Buddha beads in his hand and said calmly: "Second prince, there are people in the precept hall who are now thinking about the wall inside, and after a while, he will come out, and the second prince can go to visit." ”

"Faced with the wall?" Feng Jingze also suddenly remembered Feng Jingruo who disappeared out of thin air for some reason, and said, "Abbot, take the liberty of asking, is there a person named Ruokong in Tianhe Temple?" ”

The abbot's fingers tightened, and a Buddhist bead in his hand cracked.

He turned his head to look at Feng Yuan on the side.

Feng Yuan's face was calm and graceful, and the abbot turned the Buddha beads lightly and nodded: "This temple does have this child. ”

It turned out that the white and tender dumplings were not a dream of his.

"Where is he now?" Feng Jingze asked.

The abbot looked at Feng Yuan again.

Feng Jingze was puzzled: "Father and Emperor also know Ruokong? ”

"I don't know." Feng Yuan smiled slightly, "But the person who can make Ze'er remember in such a short time, I also want to meet it." ”

The Buddha beads in the hands of the abbot of the "Emperor's ......" turned faster, obviously not quite understanding why Feng Yuan wanted to meet Feng Jingruo.

"It doesn't hurt to see it." Feng Yuan said calmly.

Seeing that Feng Yuan did not change his mind, the abbot had no choice but to take people to the Discipline Hall.

Feng Jingruo was kneeling on the futon, clasping his hands together and reciting the mantra of purifying his heart.

Hearing someone unlocking the door outside, Feng Jingruo thought it was lunch time, and just when he was wondering why time passed so quickly today, he heard someone walk in.

Then there were more and more footsteps, like a group of people coming.

Feng Jingruo finally turned around and looked at the door.

The sun was shining outside the door, and the door opened with a creak, and the sunlight poured in, and the precept hall was bright.

Feng Jingruo could barely remember how long it had been since he had seen such a warm sun, and the moment the sun shone in, his eyes closed protectively because of the sudden brightness.

That day in the Peach Blossom Forest, when Feng Jingze didn't wait for Feng Jingruo, he thought that Feng Jingruo had missed the appointment.

The next day, he still didn't see Feng Jingruo, he thought Feng Jingruo was playing with him.

He didn't see Feng Jingruo for several days, and he thought that Feng Jingruo was a dream of his.

However, now, when he saw Feng Jingruo kneeling on the futon, his face blankly closed, he finally understood why Feng Jingruo had missed the appointment that day.

Feng Jingruo was locked up in this discipline hall that did not see the light of day.

Feng Jingze walked over quickly and shouted, "Tuanzi." ”

Then, it was Feng Yuan who walked faster than him.

Feng Jingze: "Father? ”

Why does the emperor's love seem so excited?

Feng Yuan looked at Feng Jingruo kneeling in front of him, his hands under the wide sleeves were clenched tightly, he looked at Feng Jingruo's closed eyes, and looked at his bun face with baby fat.

This is his child.

was supposed to be his favorite little prince, but his favorite concubine Yunxi gave birth to his son.

However, this son was born without wealth.

They hit hedges.

Feng Yuan faced this son who was abandoned by the royal family at birth, and his feelings were extremely complicated. On the one hand, the natural father-son relationship made him feel guilty, and on the other hand, because this was the son born to him by the woman he once loved the most, as long as he thought of the little prince who had poured his and Yunxi's greatest expectations into him, Feng Yuan couldn't help but feel sorry for this child.

However, this qiē is not worth that prophecy.

Feng Jing Ruo is his nemesis.

No matter how much reluctance and distress there is, as an emperor, it is impossible for Feng Yuan to risk his life.

Just like now, he stood in front of Feng Jingruo, obviously as long as he said a word, Feng Jingruo could recognize his ancestors and return to the palace, and he didn't have to stay in Tianhe Temple to live such a dull life.

However, Feng Yuan was never able to say the words to take Feng Jingruo back to the palace.

Feng Yuan looked at Feng Jingruo with a complicated expression, but Feng Jingruo didn't look at him. In a group of people, Feng Jingruo's eyes only saw Feng Jingze, and he saw Feng Jingze walking up to him and bending down to look at him.

Seeing Feng Jingze's concerned expression, the grievances accumulated after being locked up here for so many days suddenly all came up, Feng Jingruo stood up and threw himself into Feng Jingze's arms, hugged his waist, and buried his head in his waist and abdomen.

"Big brother......" voice is also very aggrieved.

Feng Jingze has never felt the satisfaction of being relied on by a person so much as he does now. Feng Jingruo hugged him as if he was hugging the most reliable tree in his life, and this dependence made Feng Jingze's heart warm.

He raised his hand, slowly hugged Feng Jingruo, patted him on the back, and said, "Tuanzi, I'm here." ”

Feng Jingruo hugged him and didn't let go, it seemed that as soon as he let go of his hand, he would go back to the days when he didn't see the light of day some time ago.

Feng Jingze hugged him, looked at the abbot, and asked, "Abbot, I don't know what Ruokong has committed to stay in the Discipline Hall for so long?" ”

"Second prince, if you are empty in the Discipline Hall, it is for self-cultivation and self-cultivation." The abbot's eyes drooped slightly, and he said slowly.

It's just that even though he was imprisoned in the Discipline Hall, Feng Jingruo still met with the royal people.