Feng Chen, who was behind the stele, saw that his father was seriously injured on the ground, and hurriedly wanted to call out "father", but suddenly someone covered his mouth from behind him.

Feng Chen looked back and saw that it was his mother, who still maintained her usual grace and elegance in the war.

"Chen'er, you listen to your mother", Fengchen's mother Yingfang still covered Fengchen's mouth with her hand, she was afraid that Fengchen couldn't help but cry out sadly, "You must live well, remember what your mother told you before, your mother is leaving."

Feng Chen clearly knew what his mother meant at this moment, Ying Fang told him from Feng Chen's childhood that a battle between Feng Ming and Feng Ling was inevitable, and when the time came, if Feng Ming won, the three of them would live together well, if Feng Ling won, Ying Fang would die with Feng Ming, and Feng Chen wanted to survive alone.

Feng Chen shook his head hurriedly with red eyes, he shouted in his heart, don't don't, but the next moment he felt dizzy and then fell unconscious.

When Feng Chen opened his eyes, he was in his room, and the first thing that caught his eye was Feng Ling sitting on the edge of his couch, "What about my father?" Feng Chen hurriedly asked.

Feng Ling lowered his head and was silent for a while, and said, "Your father went crazy and died violently while practicing."

Sudden death? Feng Chen's heart trembled violently, but he didn't show it, "What about my mother?" Feng Chen asked with tears in his eyes.

Feng Ling didn't look up and said, "Your mother has gone with my father, and she told me to take good care of you before leaving."

"So what?" Feng Chen asked with red eyes and a choked voice.

"I will never marry, from now on you will be my son, the only heir of Yu Fengmian", Feng Ling raised his head and looked at Feng Chen's eyes full of tears.

Looking at the uncle in front of him who seemed to be very sincere, Feng Chen's hand clenched his fist tightly under the quilt, at this moment, he had to try his best to resist his desire to devour Feng Ling alive, he had to pretend that he didn't know anything, waiting for the opportunity to avenge his father and mother in the future.

"I want a mother", Feng Chen cried out loudly.

Feng Ling hugged the young Feng Chen tightly, "If I can, I also hope she can live"

A gust of cold wind blew, Feng Chen suddenly woke up from his dream, looking at the surrounding scene, the sun had just revealed a little outline, the originally bustling streets were empty, and he was still on the roof of "sorrow".

Dreaming about the things he had done when he was a child again, Feng Chen gently rubbed his head after a hangover, and then jumped off the roof of "sorrowful", he had to prepare to go back to class.

Since Feng Chen was eight years old, he has been pretending to play with the world, arrogant and lascivious all day long, unlearned and unskilled, but in fact, he has lived like walking on thin ice and is conscientious, he never gets himself drunk, because he is afraid that he will accidentally reveal his desire for revenge in drunkenness.

It is only in the dead of night that Feng Chen can truly release his heart, his hatred, he hides himself very deeply on weekdays, and no one even knows that his spiritual cultivation level is level 1.

But since Feng Chen was eight years old, he no longer believes in any so-called friendship, everyone in this world is just for profit, the uncle can kill his brother for the position of the head of the family, even family affection is not true in this world, so what else is true, it should only be power and status.

Inside the warm pavilion

Night Youqing dragged a big dark circle and got up from the bed without love, and when it was damn again, Night Youqing muttered groggily, and then hurriedly went to the bamboo forest behind to find Dust Xiaoran before he had time to wash.

The night is the same as yesterday, walking with heavy steps towards the meditating dust, but the difference between today and yesterday is that there is a paper bag next to the dust, what is that for? Ye Youqing couldn't help but think in her heart, maybe it was food, and thinking like this, she suddenly felt hungry.

Night Romance walked in front of Dust Xiaoran, Dust Xiaoran opened his eyes after hearing the footsteps, looked at the dark circles under the eyes of Night Romance and asked knowingly: "What's the matter, I didn't sleep well last night?" ”

"Uh-huh", Ye Youqing nodded, then pointed to the paper bag next to Chen Xiaoran and asked, "What is that?" ”

"Sit here", Chen Xiaoran patted the open space beside him.

Ye Youqing sat down obediently.

Dust Xiaoran opened the paper bag and handed it to Ye Youqing, who was sitting next to him.

Before Ye Youqing took the bag, she smelled the fragrance of the buns, "Wow! Steamed buns", Ye Youqing's eyes immediately lit up from being unfocused, "Why did you remember to buy steamed buns?" Ye Yu asked.

"Because I heard yesterday that the whole school was punished for writing and copying books twenty times because of someone's gluttony," Chen Xiaoran teased Ye Youqing.

"Haha", Ye Youqing was slightly embarrassed, "This, this is an accident", if it wasn't for Ye Yu who bought the wrong stuffing, she wouldn't have been discovered, so it's an accident, Ye Youqing said in her heart.

"Is it also an accident that the Master asked you to copy the "Seeking the Dao"?" Dust Xiaoran asked again.

Ye Youqing scratched her head, of course, "Seeking the Dao" is not accidental, that's because she made a heart-seeking theory in the master's class before, and the master wanted to use this mistake to punish her for all the mistakes she made in his class, she was targeted, and Ye Youqing wanted to cry a little.

Chen Xiaoran knew the mind-seeking theory created before the night romance, and he couldn't imagine that he would have such an awareness at such a young age, and the future was immeasurable!" Eat quickly, and meditate after eating", Chen Xiaoran reminded the night of the ghost.

"Good", the night ghost eats the buns in his hand quickly like a rabbit, biting in a big bite, without the slightest elegance of everyone's ladies.

Chen Xiaoran looked at the night with disgust, how could it be like he had been hungry for a few months? It doesn't look like a woman at all.

After eating the night ghost, she began to meditate on the heart of the glass mirror, and she told herself today that she couldn't fall asleep anymore no matter what, even if it was to repay the dusty buns, but sleeping was such a thing, and the night ghost still couldn't control herself.

From the beginning of the night meditation, less than half an hour, I fell asleep groggily, still in the same posture as yesterday - leaning on Chen Xiaoran's shoulder, Chen Xiaoran helplessly looked at the little face on the shoulder, and suddenly realized that he was not looking for a pet, but an ancestor, not only to give her food, call her class, but also to give her a pillow for free, which is really a headache.

Warm Pavilion Lin Ruoyi's room

Lin Luo was copying the punishment in front of the table, she had been writing here all night, if she couldn't finish writing before the master wanted it, then she could only suffer.