Zhenguo Mansion.

Feng Duhan stopped in front of the wisteria trellis in the Qingyue Residence Garden, looking at the intricate and gorgeous wisteria flowers on the stand, with a solemn expression.

That night, the third lady of the Zhenguo Mansion, Ye Zhiwei's words were still in my ears.

"I am the lost half of your heart, and you are also the other half of my lost ......"

When he returned, he had thought about what she had said, and what might seem to others to be a child's unintentional words had a prophetic power in his eyes.

Since his return that day, his heart has never been still.

The black flame mark on his left palm also confused him, and when he asked Mr. Cui to see it, even he couldn't tell what was going on.

The town and government government held a funeral.

After a series of complicated ceremonies, she sent people to various mansions to report the funeral, and it is rumored that the queen in the palace only smiled coldly after hearing that Min had hanged himself, and said: "Min has committed seven crimes, and he should divorce his wife." ”

I don't know what's going on, this word spread out of the palace, and everyone in the streets and alleys of the day knew that the Min family was mean and jealous, and he didn't allow his husband to take a concubine, so he hanged himself.

The uncle of the Zhenguo Mansion and the second master heard this, and they made trouble with Ye Huai'an, and they all hinted that he would quickly accept the palace maid rewarded by the queen to soothe the phoenix.

But Ye Huai'an was indifferent, and still buried Min as his wife.

Before the burial, every morning and evening, Ye Zhiwei would be led by Mama Mi and cry in the sacrificial hall, and there were many guests who came and went to mourn in the Zhenguo Mansion, and Ye Zhiwei, as a concubine, had to kneel there every time.

It's been like this for a few days, crying day and night, day and night, even if there are really tears, she has already cried dry, and later, she just followed Mama Mi numbly, like a puppet, mechanically repeating her movements.

Feng Duhan followed Princess Nan over the house, Princess Nan sighed that she invited the Min family to watch the ceremony on her birthday last time, but within a few days, this person was gone, and then looking at the small figure of Ye Zhiwei in the hall, Princess Nan's tears couldn't stop falling.

Twilight was staring at her silently in secret, and in front of outsiders, he couldn't tell anything from her face that was any different from other children.

If it weren't for the imprint on his left palm, he would almost have thought that the events of that night were nothing more than a dream of Nan Ke.

However, since Min's funeral, he has never seen her again, and the news from the secret guard says that Grandpa Ye Huai'an sent her daughter to her aunt in the south alone.

He couldn't rest assured, and quietly sent another secret guard to follow her south, but he didn't expect that this farewell would be nine years in the blink of an eye.

The tiny figure disappeared from his world, just as she had suddenly appeared beside him.

In the spring of the following year, he joined the army, traveled from north to south, followed several veterans of the DPRK and China, and won the title of a mighty general at the age of seventeen.

What he didn't know was that in this life, his title came two years late, and although there were thrills, it didn't hurt his life.

Although he hadn't seen her in years, she would pass letters to him from time to time through his secret guard.

He remembered every letter she had ever received from him.

On his way out of Beijing to southern Xinjiang, she wrote to him suggesting that someone in the palace of the southern prince would poison his mother, at that time he was a little hesitant, but he almost missed the opportunity, the southern princess was highly poisoned, but because of the timely discovery, fortunately was rescued.

After that, she became his talisman, guarding him where he couldn't see.

In the first year of his departure from Beijing, she sent a letter to warn him, and he noticed that the queen had given marriage to the king of the south, and there was an extra beautiful concubine in the house, and there was an extra femme fatale in the back house.

In the third year after leaving Beijing, he received a secret letter from her in the Tiger Prison Pass Army, guarding against changes in the camp and capturing the rebels.

In the fifth year after leaving Beijing, he was seriously wounded on the battlefield, and she asked the secret guard to secretly pick up Mr. Cui in the Nanwang Mansion, and all the imperial doctors sent by the palace had no chance to get close to him......

Again and again, she silently kept her promises, guarding him where he couldn't see.

And he often gets news of her from the secret guards, and constantly sends more people around her, and secretly rescues her from difficulties several times.

The middle winter in the capital went to spring, and it was when he was ordered to return to Beijing to report on his work.

A few days ago, he received news from the secret guard that Ye Huai'an, the grandfather of the Zhenguo Mansion, was in a worrying condition, so he took the third lady Ye Zhiwei back to Beijing, counting the time, thinking that it should be there in the next few days.

It's been nine years, and I don't know what that chubby milk doll looks like now.

She once said that she was half of her heart.

Only he knows what it's like to lose half of his heart.

came out of the palace, and Tsing Yi pulled the war horse for him.

Turning over the horse, the phoenix eyes glanced at the clear blue sky, and her black and shining eyes seemed to flash in front of his eyes, and his heart throbbed inexplicably.

Over the years, his temperament has been sharpened like a sword in the army, and this time when he entered the palace to face the saint, even the emperor was almost forced by his momentum to reward him, but he refused all of them.

That's not what he wants.

He knew that he would need this reward from the emperor one day, but not now.

"Shizi, please stay!" King Feng Minghao happened to go out of the palace gate, and when he saw Feng Duhan getting on the horse from a distance, he hurried over.

Wind Twilight turned the horse's head and bowed his hand to him slightly, "King England." ”

"Shizi, it's been a long time." The king smiled, looking up at the wind and twilight on the horse, under the sun, the purple python robe on his body flashed with a little golden light, looking very luxurious.

Feng Duhan just raised the corners of his lips, and his expression was a little rusty.

The King of England couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that in the past few years, the son of Kung Fu has become estranged from this king." "I think when they were in the palace, they grew up together.

Feng Duhan owed a debt on the horse, "The King of England said with a smile, this prince has been in the army for a long time, and now it seems a little uncomfortable to return to Beijing. ”

King Ying smiled and said: "The senior monk of Tianchan Temple is preaching, is the prince interested in going with him?" ”

Before the wind and twilight could speak, the king of England had already pulled the horse from the hand of the attendant and turned over, "I heard that the master presided over by Huiwu has lived in the temple these days, he is a high-ranking monk, this king has been there several times, but it is difficult to see his face, I don't know if I can borrow the light of the prince, even if it is good to see him." ”

Feng Duhan didn't respond, but his heel knocked lightly on the horse's belly, and he went to the direction of Tianchan Temple with the British King.

Tsing Yi, who accompanied him, couldn't help but be surprised: when his master was interested in listening to the lectures.

In fact, it was not that Feng Duhan was interested in some eminent monk's lectures, but that the king of England was talking to him, and a voice suddenly appeared in his mind inexplicably: "Those who have lost their souls want to return to heaven, and they are tired of the cycle of life and death." There is no need to look hard for the bones, and the vast sea of people will eventually see each other......"