It is late autumn, and the red maple outside the hall is scattered, which is poignant and abnormal.

A maple leaf fell into the cold hall with the wind, and as soon as Pu hit the ground, it was frozen out of a thin layer of frost by the cold stone.

Here, even the seasons can be reversed when it is cold, there are no four seasons, only the cold winter is biting, freezing the body and the heart.

"Feng Qiao, the war is over, and I have helped you ascend to the throne, and it is not a violation of my oath. This is a private matter of ours, and it cannot involve the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries. From now on, you and I are enemies, you are not allowed to step into the Yue Kingdom, and I will not come to seal the country. Bury her in the Magnolia Glacier at the junction of the two countries, she likes Magnolia, hates the chaos of the world, and hates you even more."

Until Yue Wenyu left the main hall, Feng Qiao's eyes didn't move, and he lay upright on the cold stone floor like a dead man, feeling the temperature that belonged to her.

It's so cold and biting.

How lonely it must have been for him to lead the troops to war, and she had been here alone for two whole years. So after ascending the throne, Feng Qiao arranged his dormitory next to Huang Yu, only separated by a wall, and experienced the temperature that only belonged to her every day.

It was still that late autumn, and Huang Yu "slept" for two whole years. The night moon was like a silver hook, the stars were shining, and the night wind that blew from time to time was cold and biting. The red maple was blown by the night breeze and fell to the ground, and a poignant red rain fell.

The bright moonlight shines through the glass window and shines into the hall lit with a warm hearth, and a white and clear light suddenly descends into the world, like a fairy who is not stained with dust, and supports the anxious hearts of the world.

He once had a fairy, too.

Feng Qiao lay sideways on the bed and couldn't help but reach out, catch the bright moonlight, and gently hold it in his palm. The moonlight was meek in his hands, but when he shook his hands and tried to catch the moonlight, he couldn't leave anything. The moonlight is still the moonlight, and the palm is still the palm, but the two don't want to touch it, can't touch it, and can't keep it.

Feng Qiao looked at his palm blankly, but suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the familiar dark fragrance came from behind, his eyes widened, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, and then saw that under the wide open wooden window, next to the glass lamp, a person was leaning on the carved couch. The carved couch is the place where Huang Yu likes to lean on the most, so Feng Qi Ao spent a lot of money to create a sterling silver hollow Su brocade double-sided embroidered carved couch, which is placed next to the front side of the bed, and can be seen when you get out of bed. Now, she was sitting quietly on the floor. Long hair is like ink, ethereal and beautiful, green silk is like a waterfall, obedient and close to the vertical and waist, occasionally a few breezes blow, a few strands of hair dance, more beautiful lazy and uninhibited. Her fingers were slender and agile, and her lowered eyebrows looked at the strange book in her hand quietly and seriously.

It was still the same white garment, the one she wore when she died in his arms, but the white robe was no longer stained with terrible blood, and it was as clean as the bright moonlight.

The moon-white belt highlights the graceful posture and is exquisite. The long hair is like ink, only lazily pulling up an elegant bun, and swaying through it with a golden phoenix with wings soaring. The golden phoenix is exquisitely made, although it is small, but the feathers on its body are distinct. Looking closely, I could see that the eyes of the blue phoenix the size of millet grains flashed with essence.

Since the prince, Feng Qiao has loved to collect the world's rare treasures, as the emperor has seen all the luxurious treasures, but has never seen such a skillful skill, this golden phoenix is not as beautiful as ordinary things.

Anyone who wears it will feel like they are dominating, and the only phoenix feather can completely control this golden phoenix.

Under the moonlight, the tip of the small and crystal nose is like the most beautiful berry in the world, which makes people can't help but pick it. The appearance of the alluring city, the posture of the closed moon, and the starry eyes are looking forward to shining. But the beautiful face did not have any expression at this time, and looked at the strange things recorded in the book seriously, and frowned slightly when he saw the incredible place, and quickly relaxed again, as if nothing would be alarmed.

When Feng Qiao saw the picture on that page, he knew where Huang Yu had read. In order to resurrect Huang Yu, he began to believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, collecting white bones and flesh everywhere, and the story of the resurrection of the dead. This is one of them, which records the incredible things of the people and cannot be explained by common sense, hence the name Singular Record.

That page tells the story of a blind scholar. During the day, the scholar was a blind man, and every night, the scholar's two pupils would run out of the eye sockets, and secretly watch the neighbor woman change clothes and bathe, and then the woman found that she fled into the same eye socket of the scholar in a hurry, so the scholar was able to shine, but only one eye could see.

When Feng Qiao read this, he suddenly thought, is it that Huang Yu's soul is also the same as the eyes of this blind scholar, he can't see things in ordinary ways, and only in a specific way can he find out a little understanding. Thinking about it, it was late at night, so Feng Qiao folded the corner of the page and buckled it to the table. Unexpectedly, it attracted Phoenix Feather.

A slight sigh, light and inaudible, only Feng Qiao, who was engrossed in looking at Huang Yu, noticed it.

At this time, Huang Yu, in addition to being beautiful, gave Feng Qiao a feeling that was a little unfamiliar.

The moonlight on her body is not as bright as her own, and there is an imperceptible temptation and charm in her blue eyes, and the depth has been stopping in her eyes. At this time, she was so beautiful that she was close to a demon. The delicate willow eyebrows are slender and sharp, natural, and arrogant and beautiful. is no longer his gentle wife, more like an empress, so arrogant and conceited.

Her skin seemed as radiant and white as winter snow. Rather than red lips, delicate as a rose, seductive as a rose, she moves freely between fairies and fairies, has the color of a seductive king, and has the pride of despising all beings.

"Phoenix Feather ......", Feng Qiao couldn't help but shout out this long-awaited name, looking at the beautiful woman on the carved couch blankly, her voice was shallow, for fear of disturbing this ghost. He pinched his thigh with the hand under the brocade quilt, hiss!

The pain is real, it's not a dream!

Huang Yu heard the man's voice calling for her, and turned her head to look over vigilantly. The blue phoenix eyes shone fiercely.

Feng Qiao was taken aback, and hurriedly shifted his gaze to the wooden window beside Huang Yu imperceptibly, and his golden eyes reflected the red maple dancing in the wind outside the wooden window, and the delicate Suzhou embroidered carved couch in the wooden window, but there was no figure of her on the carved couch.

"Yellow and red, the two colors of the leaves falling, it's really beautiful......", Feng Qiao quickly changed his words, his heart pounding.

He didn't want to scare her away.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the wooden windows were blown non-stop, and many red maples were blown into the dormitory, making a mess on the ground.

Feng Qiao got up and lifted the quilt, bent down to put on the dragon boots, and walked towards Huang Yu step by step.

Huang Yu's eyes were full of murderous energy, the silver whip shining on her waist was about to move, her hand slowly stroked it, this was her action to prepare to kill, Feng Qiao remembered it very clearly.

One step closer, one step closer...... If he dared to sit on the carved couch, Feng Qiao believed that she would mercilessly whip him.

When he arrived at the couch, Feng Qiao suddenly stopped, bent down to pick up the silver pole next to the carved couch, leaned over the carved couch, and used the silver hook on the pole to hook the open wooden window. One of his palms passed behind the phoenix feather, propped firmly on the window edge, and the other hand held the silver rod, just enveloping the phoenix feather in his embrace, maintaining a distance that would not be touched. His left cheek inadvertently stretched out to Huang Yu's red lips, sniffing the fragrance that only belonged to her.

"Oh, why is it so difficult to hook, this pole is really useless", Feng Qiao kept complaining, his face moving in front of Huang Yu, as if he was about to make intimate contact with Zhu Li.

Huang Yu frowned slightly and turned his head impatiently. The ends of the woman's sideburns swept across his neck, and there was a tickling sensation. Her fingers curled up slightly, as if she had reached the limit of her patience.

With a "click", the wooden window was finally hooked by Feng Qiao, blocking the cold north wind and the scattered fallen leaves. The candle flame of the glass lamp, which was blown by the wind, also brightened.

Feng Qiao bent down again and put down the silver rod, and was violently shocked by the shadow on the ground. On the ground, there was only his shadow, and Phoenix Feather didn't!

The handover of the moonlight and the glass light just now made it impossible for him to see clearly whether Huang Yu really had a shadow, and now he finally confirmed that this was Huang Yu's soul! Phoenix Feather's soul is back!

Feng Qiao was overjoyed, and he was afraid of disturbing Huang Yu, so he could only pinch his palm to hold back his joy. Turned around and walked to the bed, covered the quilt, took a fantasy novel from the bedside, opened one of the pages and read it carefully, although the book was taken upside down, he still read it very seriously, and the corners of his mouth were hooked up more and more.

Feng Qiao's eyes looked at the book from above, and he didn't read a word, and his afterglow accurately observed the phoenix feathers on the carved couch.

Huang Yu frowned slightly, and looked at the man on the bed sharply, confirming whether he saw him. After waiting for a while, seeing that the man was acting as usual, one of her hearts slowly relaxed, and Jade Foot put down the carved couch, stepped on the cold ground, and began to rummage around.

She came for a purpose.

Although she can't remember everything here, there has been a voice calling her lately, asking her to come here, probably someone or something she couldn't let go of during her lifetime.

Alas, she can't remember anything, what's the use of coming back? It's better to sleep with Qiuchen to be comfortable. Anyway, I don't know if Qiuchen has kicked the quilt, and when she opens her eyes, she will cry without her. She's going to have to hurry up and get back.

In addition to the voice that summoned her, she also felt a demonic power here, she was sure, this power came from an ancient magic weapon, as soon as she got close to this magic weapon, she was disturbed by it, so today she wants to find that magic weapon to find out, it is best to destroy it to prevent future troubles.

Huang Yu rummaged around the dormitory with his bare feet, first fiddled around in the wardrobe, but to no avail, he closed the wardrobe door in disgust. I went back to the carved couch and opened the double-sided embroidery of Su brocade, and the hollow silver couch saw the bottom at a glance, and there was nothing. Huang Yu pursed his lips, angrily threw Su Xiu down, and continued to walk to the weapon rack.

The sharp and sharp weapon immediately attracted her attention, she picked up a delicate silver dagger held up by the jade frame, and checked it in her hand, well~ It feels just right. She grasped the dagger sheath in her left hand, and pulled it out with her right hand, the silver dagger reflecting the cold light.