A spring rain washed the road, and the time also moved from January to February. At this time, Zhao Feng had already left the academy and returned to King Feng's mansion, and in just ten days, many things had changed. I thought that the end of the rebellion of the five kings led by the king of Chu and the advent of the most secret army of the Great Song Dynasty, the Huang Tianjun, were changing the course of history.

Zhao Feng stood in the pavilion in the backyard of King Feng's Mansion and looked at the rain in a daze, no matter what the words in the dream meant, he still had to move forward. And the tomb on the ruins of Beiping City will always be a pain in Zhao Feng's heart, and Zhao Feng will never forget the moment when Nangong Qing fell into his arms.

The picture of Nangong Qing's death was like a movie that crossed Zhao Feng's mind, and he once swore never to let the person he cared for die again, but now the oath was mocking him like a demon.

No one understands Zhao Feng's mood at this time, no one knows Zhao Feng's mood at this time, how to let go, how to forget that his hands are stained with Nangong Qing's blood. Even if it is washed off now, it is still in the palm of my hand, and the memories of the past are still lingering in my mind.

It has been three days since he returned to the Fengwang Mansion, and Zhao Feng has not paid attention to the summons of the emperor in the palace, nor the summons of the Senate and the Military Aircraft Department, let alone gone to the Supervision Yuan to deal with any official business.

Outside the backyard, the old housekeeper of King Feng's Mansion looked at King Feng who was standing in the pavilion with a desolate back, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a needle prick, and Uncle Tang was the chamberlain who followed King Feng's mother back then, and he watched King Feng grow up little by little. The tragedy of that year Tang Bo went through the whole process, and while seeing that the young Feng King still chose to enter the academy in the rain, Tang Bo was even more bitter and guilty of his uselessness.

The spring rain wet the streets of Lin'an City, and even more so, the mud in the backyard of Fengwang's Mansion. If it is said that the person who knows the mood of the Feng King best is the Feng King himself, it is better to say that it is Tang Bo, except for Tang Bo, even the Feng King himself does not know how painful he is in his heart.

Back then, King Feng, who watched his mother die and watched a fire burn Guilin Palace to ashes, now watching the woman who loved him die in his arms, the experience of the eighteen-year-old King Feng was more painful than anyone else.

"Uncle Tang" shouted in a light voice to Uncle Tang who was holding a paper umbrella outside the courtyard.

"Fairy" Tang Bo turned to look at Xiao Qing and saluted in return

"You go and rest first"

"But, my lord"

"There is me"

Tang Bo looked at Xiao Qing and finally nodded and left, Xiao Qing didn't hold an umbrella, but the spring rain seemed to have a spirit, and not a drop fell on Xiao Qing's clothes.

Xiao Qing looked at Zhao Feng in the pavilion and walked over slowly, standing beside Zhao Feng, looking at that haggard face, sighing in his heart, he knew Zhao Feng when he was very young, but he had never seen Zhao Feng so haggard. Even if it was the incident in the palace back then, Zhao Feng only showed a resolute look on his face, it seemed that the woman's death this time hit Zhao Feng very hard.

"You told me back then, no matter how sad and heart-wrenching things are, as long as you smile, they will pass. Back then, my brother died at the hands of the Blue Sky Divine Sect, and I cried in front of the Ethereal Lake for a whole day, and it was you who came over and touched my head and said don't worry, with me, everything will pass. Now that you are just like I was at the beginning, I just want to say that I am relieved" Xiao Qing gently took Zhao Feng's hand.

Zhao Feng, who was originally like a wooden man, trembled slightly while Xiao Qing held his hand, Xiao Qing held Zhao Feng's hand, and the two stood in the pavilion to watch the spring rain falling from the sky to the ground.

"When I was nine years old, I first saw you in Guilin Palace, and my first impression was that you had a woman-like appearance. The second time I saw you, on the night of the accident in Guilin Palace, you stood in the rain and looked at the burning Guilin Palace, with a resolute face on your face, and followed the master into the academy. The third time I saw you, you were a disciple of the mountain behind the academy, and I was the holy daughter of the Ethereal Pavilion, that is, you were extremely confident, hugged me into your arms at that time, and made that earth-shattering vow. Every time I meet you in the future, it is my greatest happiness, and I have put in twice as much effort as ordinary people in order not to let myself fall behind you too much. Xiao Qing slowly recounted every encounter between Zhao Feng and himself.

I don't know when the spring rain will stop, but Xiao Qing's narration has not stopped, because there are really too many exchanges between them. Those beautiful and unforgettable memories of the past were slowly spoken in Xiao Qing's narration, and Zhao Feng beside Xiao Qing was still like a wooden man, but there was a little more color in his eyes.

"If I had refused her to accompany me into Beiping City, maybe the outcome would have been different," Zhao Feng said suddenly.

Xiao Qing was stunned for a moment and said, "If a woman dies for the man she loves, such an ending is the best." Maybe the moment he knows who you are, he knows the future you can't be together, but she wants to accompany you through that last journey and leave the best memories in her heart."

"I don't know how to cherish what I have experienced, and I don't know how to cherish it after I lose it, which is everyone's greatest sorrow. Maybe I'll be jealous, maybe I'll care about the memories between you and her, but I won't destroy the memories between you and her. Because then you are not you, and she is not her."

"You know what I'm afraid of, you know what I'm cherishing, but I'm still a failure, a complete failure. I thought I was strong, I thought I was about to touch the sky, but in the end, her death was like a blow from the sky that shattered my illusions," Zhao Feng said with his eyes closed.

Xiao Qing didn't speak, just turned around, hugged Zhao Feng gently, and said in Zhao Feng's arms, "I believe in you, and I will protect the things you cherish."

After Zhao Feng heard this, his body trembled slightly, and a tear slipped down silently from the corner of his eyes, and at this time, the spring rain that had just stopped in the sky began to fall again, accompanied by a tear of Zhao Feng falling into the earth.

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Inside the Imperial Study.

The emperor stood at the door and looked at the spring rain in the sky in a daze, and the palace attendants did not dare to disturb the emperor and bowed his head silently. Because the rebellion of the five kings brought out the East Palace Niangniang and the second prince in the end, this made the atmosphere in the palace a little unusual.

In the palace, whether it is up to Niangniang or down to the guards, they all know that although the emperor is benevolent and righteous by nature, if someone violates the laws and interests of the Great Song Dynasty, the emperor will not be soft, and the Pingding Marquis of the noble princes is the best column.

"Go, East Palace," the emperor suddenly said in a loud voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the palace attendants hurriedly prepared their chairs and paper umbrellas.

(I don't like writing emotional dramas the most, so this chapter may be a little disappointing to everyone, and even I am disappointed, even if I see more romance novels and campus novels recently, it is still very laborious to write emotional dramas, but there is no way, the last few chapters may be transitioning to the next big chapter.) ）