Feng Mingxiang still remembers that when she first saw Feng Zhige, she was lying quietly on the warm jade bed in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The warm jade bed was originally my mother's beloved thing, but it disappeared after a quarrel with my father one day, and Feng Mingxiang didn't expect to see it in this remote courtyard.

But his eyes were immediately attracted by the little girl on the warm jade bed.

The little girl was only about five or six years old, her skin was almost transparent from the lack of sunlight for many years, and her palm-sized face was even smaller and more delicate in the black hair that had been spread out.

It's like, a sleeping elf.

As if he had discovered a treasure, since then, Feng Mingxiang has sneaked to Luo Shuixuan from time to time, just to see the sleeping elf.

At first, Feng Mingxiang didn't know who the elf in his heart was, but later he overheard his father and mother quarreling, and he realized that it was also his sister.

The word "sister" has had a special meaning in his heart since then, and even his sister Feng Mingwu, a fellow mother of his mother, has changed his name to "second sister".

Later, after the weather became colder, the elf-like sister was moved to the room, and Feng Mingxiang was caught by Mu Qingwan when he peeked through the window. Even if the gentle woman caught him, she only spoke to him softly, and never scolded him from beginning to end.

At that time, Feng Mingxiang thought, how could such a warm woman be the "slut" and "fox spirit" in her mother's mouth?

Outsiders all say that Wei Yuanhou and his wife are harmonious and respectful of each other, but Feng Mingxiang knows that these are just for outsiders to see, although his parents do not quarrel often, but the mode of getting along between the two is not like other loving couples at all.

The young Feng Mingxiang didn't know why his parents were like this at that time, but he vaguely knew that his mother probably wanted his sister and Aunt Wan in Luo Shuixuan to die, right? Since then, I have pitied my sister a little more.

Feng Mingxiang himself didn't know why he was so concerned about a sister who was not born from the same mother, but the days gradually passed in such a heart. He watched her wake up from her unchanging slumber, watched her speak, watched her smile with her lips raised.

It seems that as long as he looks at her, his heart, which is tightened by the disharmony of his parents, can get real peace.

However, Feng Mingxiang never knew that his mother, who had always regarded herself as Mrs. Weiyuan Hou, would be just a concubine, and even her real identity was the eldest princess of the royal family.

One is the concubine who is the eldest princess, and the other is the main room of the Marquis of Weiyuan, who can only live in Luoshuixuan for nearly twenty years.

One is the phoenix dance that has been pampered by his mother since he was a child, and the other is the phoenix song that has been sleeping for eight years and is indifferent and quiet.

Feng Mingxiang has been smart since he was a child, otherwise he would not have been recognized by Xu Qingsong to worship his master, and these obvious information only need to turn in his mind to guess the past of the year. Even if it was Feng Mingxiang's biological mother and sister, he couldn't convince himself to be on their side.

It turns out that he, the son of the Marquis of Weiyuan, can only be regarded as a concubine!

No matter how open-minded Feng Mingxiang is, it is difficult for him to accept this fact.

He didn't even know how to face the sister he wanted to protect her all his life in the future, would she accept a brother who had taken her identity for so many years?

Feng Mingxiang didn't know the answer, so he didn't dare to appear in Luoshuixuan in a bright way, but chose to secretly come to see Feng Zhige after nightfall.

"Sister......" In the dark, Feng Mingxiang didn't know what to say when he only said these two words.

Feng Zhige stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked at Feng Mingxiang through the window.

"Brother, it's not your fault." Feng Zhi said.

This sentence is not false, Mu Qingfeng's previous entanglement with Feng Lin and Zhao Youjun, Feng Zhige never thought that it would have anything to do with Feng Mingxiang, even if it was Feng Mingwu, if she hadn't come to find fault three or four times, Feng Zhige would not have cleaned her up.

Feng Mingxiang was slightly stunned, and then, a tightly twisted heart was ironed out because of these words, and a smile slowly appeared on his heroic and elegant face.

As the prince of Weiyuan Hou, eighteen-year-old Feng Mingxiang was favored by many boudoir ladies when he walked outside, but no matter what kind of main method they used to show up in front of Feng Mingxiang, no matter how they showed their best side, no one could make him laugh.

In front of his sister, he always can't help but want to smile.

But then, Feng Mingxiang thought of his mother again, and the smile on his face couldn't help but retreat.

"Sister, my mother, she...... It's all to blame for my brother's uselessness, my brother can't do anything. Feng Mingxiang said with annoyance.

On one side is his biological mother, and on the other side is his sister who he wants to protect with all his might.

How much he wanted to protect his sister behind him and prevent her from being hurt in the slightest, but although he had the identity of a son, now he was only in vain, just like during the day, if his mother really had to let the dead take the lives of his sister and Aunt Wan, he could not do anything other than use his body to protect his sister behind him.

He was proud of his prowess in not being able to bring the dead to their knees, and his status as a son was not enough to order them to step down.

At that moment, I am afraid it was the most helpless time for Feng Mingxiang since he was born.

Feng Mingxiang heard his sister chuckling, and when he was puzzled, a soft voice seemed to be charming in his ears.

"Brother, do you know why you can't do anything?" Feng Zhige didn't wait for Feng Mingxiang to answer, and said, "Because you don't have power in your hands!" ”

Feng Mingxiang was stunned by this categorical answer, and wanted to refute it, but found that the truth seemed to be really as his sister said.

"Your mother, if it weren't for the noble status of the eldest princess, how could she occupy the name of Mrs. Weiyuan Hou and force my mother to live in Luoshuixuan for twenty years? If she hadn't had the royal dead in her hands, would you think she would still be standing in front of me and my mother and saying that she would put us to death? And why would the royal dead follow her orders? Not because she is Zhao Youjun, but because she is the sister of the current emperor......"

Speaking of the word "emperor", Feng Zhige's voice was imperceptibly cold.

This subtlety that is not easy for others to perceive, but Feng Mingxiang felt it for the first time, thinking that Feng Zhige was angry because of his mother's actions during the day, and he said anxiously: "Sister, I ...... it"

The words were intercepted by Feng Zhige.

"Brother, I don't want to settle accounts with you, but I want you to think more clearly." Feng Zhige said with deep meaning in his phoenix eyes.

Since he called "brother", Feng Zhige has already included Feng Mingxiang in the scope of his own people.

If it is in other famous families, a man of Feng Mingxiang's age, not to mention that he is as good at scheming as a fox, his mind can at least bend and bend. But Feng Mingxiang is different, before today, the environment in which he lived has always been relatively simple, and since he was a child, he has focused all his attention on reading and practicing martial arts.

Feng Zhige knew very well that whether it was for Mu Qingwan or for the events of the year, there must be a winner between her and Zhao Youjun.

If Feng Mingxiang's current mentality, when the matter comes to an end, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to accept.

Therefore, there is only another way to make him stronger.

"Brother, have you forgotten, you are the prince of Weiyuan Hou, behind you, there is the entire Weiyuan Marquis Mansion......"

The faint voice sounded in the quiet darkness, and in the hazy moonlight, many emotions such as confusion, doubt, and suddenness flashed in Feng Mingxiang's eyes alternately, and something seemed to break out of his heart.

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