Things that are very common to ordinary people are rare and enjoyable for him.

For the time being, this small piece of cold is called jade, which not only relieves the pain in his body, but also soothes his emotions. It seems that after the jade came, his dreams were all sweet, and there were rarely dreams of separation or being in the sea of fire.

Jade gave him a mother-like sense of security.

He relied on this small piece of jade to survive day after day, year after year. Miraculously, over the years, he did not die due to lack of nutrition, but survived "well".

Slowly, he found that his senses came back a little bit, such as taste, such as smell.

After some time, he heard a terrible cry outside.

Immediately afterward, the sound stopped, and all that was left was endless silence.

It was a very oppressive silence, a calm before the storm.

There was another burst of swords and the sound of sharp weapons cutting meat, and the smell of bloody wind and blood in the ice and snow reached his nostrils, making him feel very sick.

The smell of the wind and snow that day was different from before, and it always felt colder and more biting than before, with a faint sadness that could not be erased.

Suddenly, he felt a warm current injecting from his mind, and this warm current quickly transmitted to all parts of his body, unblocking the blocked tendons and veins, and making his whole body feel better.

Auditory, visual, tactile......

All the senses that had gone away from him returned to him under the impact of this warm current, and at this moment, he felt that this was his own body.

In this warm current, he gradually fell asleep, and in his sleep he got another surprise. He dreamed of his mother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and his mother was still so gentle and beautiful, and when he looked at those blue eyes, he felt that it was worth it for so many years.

Mother kissed him on the forehead.

His mother also sang to him.

That's nice.

It's all so good, so good that he doesn't know if it's a dream or reality. He struggled to open his eyes to look at his mother, but it was useless, his eyelids were glued as if they were glued, and he couldn't open them.

In the song of his mother, he fell asleep, and he didn't remember anything afterward, only that after opening his eyes, all the noisy dust turned into nothingness in an instant.

After a period of darkness, the dawn of my heart bloomed. His eyes slowly opened, and his gaze fell back into the gentle moonlight.

The images in front of me left those terrifying phantoms, and those scenes flew away under the caress of the moonlight, and disappeared with the dream. The clear wind swept across his face, signaling that he was back to the other side of reality.

Confused, confused, rejoicing......

There was a flow of brilliance in both eyes.

He's awake!

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"Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said: Yesterday the sky descended a good image, the prince awakened on the day of the phoenix Lingtian, this is an auspicious omen. No one shall discuss the matter again. Astrologers obtained from yesterday's stargazing, and the feudal kingdom is about to usher in a new generation of prosperity. I was so grief-stricken by the loss of my beloved wife that I had no intention of governing the country and degraded myself to the position of regent. The biography of the Emperor is located in the crown prince Feng Qiuchen, the regent Fuzhi to adulthood, the day of adulthood, and the time of accession to the throne. Chin this—"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

The golden scroll was handed to the young next emperor, and Xiao Ningzi respectfully bowed to the new lord nine times.

He kneels on his knees, presses his left hand on his right hand, supports him on the ground, and then slowly bows his head to the ground, leaving his hands in front of his knees and his head behind his hands, which is the heaviest etiquette.

The rest of the people in the back, like Xiao Ningzi, saluted the new lord in a regular manner.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, the world never saw the first emperor again. Some people say that he lived in the Cold Ice Pavilion where the queen lived before her death, some people say that he traveled all over the world and became an idle cloud and wild crane, and some people say that he killed himself because he missed the queen too much.

Every speculation is well-founded, as if the person who uttered it experienced it firsthand. But the only person who has experienced it personally is Feng Qiao.

These speculations finally turned into after-dinner chats of the people, and what has been handed down is the touching love story of Emperor Feng Qiao and Queen Huang Yu.

Only a few people know that Feng Qiao is actually crazy. He conscientiously raised his son to grow up, taught his son how to govern the country, and did everything he could to train him to become a new generation of feudal lords.

On the first day of October in the first year of Shunfeng, the enthronement ceremony was held again.

The next day, officials were sent to worship the Taimiao Temple and the Sheji Altar, and the emperor wore special sacrificial clothing and worshiped heaven and earth at the Temple of Heaven. The officials sacrificed to heaven and earth, Zongmiao, and Sheji, and the emperor was subdued to the Daxing Emperor's banquet and knelt three times and bowed nine times. At the end of the ceremony, the scholars presented the imperial seal and congratulated: "The emperor is mighty over all countries, and our subjects are extremely happy." ”

After all the ceremonies were over, the emperor returned to the palace and made a congratulatory ceremony, and only after nine days did he announce the edict to the world.

Then he changed into a ceremonial dress and worshiped the Queen Mother, who had passed away and worshiped the spiritual seat. Perform three kneels and nine prostrations. After the ceremony, he went to the Zhonghe Hall to receive the salute of the Minister of the Inner Court. Entering the Taiji Palace, the princes and ministers saluted, knelt three times and knocked nine times, and His Majesty was happy.

On the day when the new emperor ascended the throne, Feng Qiao watched all the processes with a smile, more carefully than when he ascended the throne himself, and happier than when he ascended the throne himself.

The regent who stood beside the new emperor was full of grace, and his life ended on that day.

The son has grown up and become a new generation of emperors, and he also has his own wings, which can protect himself well, Feng Qiao fulfilled his promise to his wife, there was no more concern in his heart, the last string in his heart was put down, and his consciousness completely fell into endless thoughts.

He was half-asleep and half-awake every day, sitting in the Cold Ice Pavilion for a day with gifts that had not been given out many years ago, and no one knew what he was thinking, or if he didn't think about anything.

At first, he was crazy, fantasizing about his first encounter with Phoenix Yu at the age of twenty, the joy when they first got married, and the crystallization of their love.

Feng Qiao was happy in those days, he often regarded Qiuchen as a phoenix feather, and when he saw Qiuchen, he pulled him and held him, saying that he would build him the largest lotus pond, and that he would make him the most beautiful jewelry.

Qiuchen had never seen his father so happy.

Feng Qiao stood in the outer courtyard, under the locust tree that had buried many people, holding the gift that had not been given out tightly in his hand, his palms were oozing with sweat, but his face was still gentle and smiling, but there was a sense of emptiness in the smile. seems to be free and easy, but it highlights his sadness even more.

"Yu'er, look, Sycamore Tree, do you like it or not? My feather is the phoenix of the sky, and only the sycamore tree can be worthy of my feather. Feng Qiao's voice was clear and his tone was gentle.

He glanced back, and the blue tiles and white walls of the palace, the red fish and green water, were all illusory in a trance, just like the person in front of him. Not real, too dreamy.

Qiuchen was used to such a father, and nodded with him. If there is no throne, there is no so-called struggle between good and evil, there is no blood, there is no lie, what kind of warm and beautiful ending should the pair of young men and women who met at the lotus pond of the Royal Polo Stadium eighteen years ago have? They met under the weeping willows by the river, and it was early summer when the lotus fragrance was just right for the soft breeze to blow the ends of the hair. When they meet at a young age, they ride horses together, the smile of the girl's crooked eyes and the affection of the ancient pool in the eyes of the young man.

Qiuchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Qiao's happiness didn't last for a few days, he experienced the acquaintance with Huang Yu, met, and began to experience the next stage.

Huang Yu was killed by his own hands.

Feng Qiao in those days has aged a lot all of a sudden, he keeps crying and crying, he looks at the blood stains on his hands and screams, he is not afraid of pain and tears his white hair, as if the white hair has become black hair, and Huang Yu can come back.

How is it possible to come back.

After that, Feng Qiao began to wait for a long time. He sat on the cold jade bed with the gift he didn't give, and the slightest cold air seeped out of the bed, and he couldn't feel it.

His eyes seemed to be immovable, just staring directly at the decorative copper lamp at the head of the bed.

He said he was going to wait for the light to come on.

He wouldn't let anyone in, saying that they would scare away Huang Yu's spirit. He didn't even remember Qiuchen, he rushed out when he saw Qiuchen, and then locked himself in the room and sat all day.

The fragrant dust was exchanged for the west wind, and the remnant glow replaced the red light.

Because of the long time without letting the subordinates clean it, the row of exquisitely carved copper railings has been slightly rusted. Next to the lightly embroidered railing, there were two tall teenagers.

One of them was dressed in a Ming and yellow court dress, and the other was dressed in a blue regular dress.

Under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, there is a pair of eyes as clear as morning dew, those eyes do not contain any impurities, clear but bottomless bright crystal blue pupils, when angry, the ocean-like black blue pupils will be erected, and the blue pupils will glow slightly dark yellow, which looks more profound, and the cold light in the eyes flickering adds a bit of indifference.

His face was carved with distinct features, and his angular face was unusually handsome. It looks like a bohemian on the outside, but the inadvertent light in his eyes makes people dare not underestimate it. Sword-like eyebrows flew diagonally into a few strands of black hair under the corners of his sideburns. His complexion is as crystal as jade, his lips are as pink as rose petals, his eyelashes tremble slightly, still indifferent, and the corners of his mouth are slightly pursed out of a graceful arc, like a noble cat, always cold and unstoppable when dealing with outsiders.

But the eye-catching clear blue eyes were like the purest amber at this moment, and these eyes always revealed a childlike innocence when they looked at the young emperor, and there was a smile as bright as the sun on their handsome faces.

The young man in the blue uniform looked at the young emperor in front of him with admiration and respect.

The young emperor didn't notice him, maybe he did, and didn't have the heart to care about him.

Qiuchen was thinking about things.

Something about the state, about the father. One thing after another that was enough to break people was borne by his thin shoulders, he couldn't back down, he had no room to back down.

Qiuchen looked at the white marble in front of him that had been exposed to the scorching sun of late summer, and his eyes showed undisguised sadness. The pair of eyes that inherited his mother's eyeballs, and his father's eyes, which can be called the most beautiful eyes in the country, finally closed and opened again, like the stars, the brilliant black eyes were all dim and full of grief.

No matter what the expression is, the contoured face of the young man in front of him is always particularly attractive, so that the young man in the blue uniform can't take his eyes off.

As if he couldn't see enough, a pair of beautiful eyes never left the person in front of him, and his eyes didn't even blink, just looking at Qiuchen with reverence and undisguised.

The young man in blue clothes leaned against the railing in front of him, half-lying on the railing and looking at the tall and sad young man beside him.

"What are you thinking?" The blue boy asked Qiuchen.

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