The twilight has sunset,

Silver-white snow dust slowly sprinkled on this seemingly gorgeous, but in essence, it was full of holes in the dawning dynasty.

It feels a little cold

And the long and wide staircase has a thin layer of white snow on it.The lowest end of the staircase is divided into two parts.In the middle stands a statue that is much larger than the palace.Snow dust clings to its head.Its body.It has no expression, brocade robe, and its straight body just looks lonely into the distance.If you look closely, there are actually countless words carved on its body, which are both neat and strangely arranged.

This is the name of the heroes of the past who died in the war after the founding of the country.

These majestic buildings were conceived a hundred years ago, by Bai Chengcun, who was nicknamed the "cruel slave master", who led the northern allies at that time, the tribesmen at the end of the Red River, about dozens of feet long, with skin as hard as steel and stone, and the fur of birds and beasts to hide the shape of the Wanqu giants.

However, no matter how lavish the memorial monuments erected - they could not bring those who died in battle back to their families.

They are just toys for those in power.

Hall of Candles,

Luo Feng sat on the cold golden screen dragon chair.

The black shadow covered his handsome, bloodless face, the long hair with his forehead tilted between his ears, his hands covering his face, his thumb caressing his chin, and his four fingers pressing against the wings of his nose.

Closing his eyes, he had a headache, which eventually made him give up thinking and start to run away.

He kept pondering, he was hiding his fear of the unknown as a person. What he wanted to take was a tortuous path that would not be accepted by everyone even if his original intentions were good. He might be charged with vulgarity, incompetence, mediocrity, and tyranny

For him, how lucky and unfortunate he was to be born into a royal family.

The origin of all suffering was in a secret meeting a year ago, but that's another story.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled at the empty hall and said, "It's not touching at all. With that, he walked to the door of the main hall and pushed open the heavy door.

He knew he couldn't stop and he didn't want to.

Calling the confused attendant to Luo Feng's own room, the emperor sat on the bed, and the attendant stood face to face, trying to vent some emotions, but didn't know what to talk about.

The attendant looked cautious and respectful.

Luo Feng seemed to be a little tired, and he was a little tired of being a little empty and dull.

I have the impression that the squire was a very young and thin young man, and I heard that the head of the inner court told the old man that he was born in a barbarian tribe around the northern regions

Luo Feng: "Name?"

"Fong Tan Xin"

"Okay! Fang Tanxin take off your clothes." Luo Feng's cold voice was deep and depressing.

The attendant couldn't help but shake his body, and although he didn't know anything about the world, his half-naïve and half-mature face was already red.

Caught off guard, he didn't expect the emperor to have such a preference

Same-sex good

He saw that Luo Feng was undressing now.

"Get out of here!" a dull and irritated voice.

The evening breeze is through the window, and there is already a chill.

Luo Feng approached,

The squire hung his head and nervously took off his coat, and at the same time he felt himself cold all over his body.

"Hey." Luo Feng sneered, picked up his coat, and walked towards the door.

As I walked, I suddenly remembered something.

"Ahh

"Put on my clothes." Luo Feng turned around and said in a deep voice.

"How dare I" the squire's voice was weak.

"If you dare to wear it, you can wear it!" he frowned unconsciously, and said slowly: "I want to go and relax, you stay in the room honestly and wait for me to come back.

After that, let's go.

Sunset, it's dark.

The black crow falls with a snort, still on the slightly plastic snow of the Oriental eaves, and the black wings are out of tune with the ground;

There was a man walking, very fast, walking in a strange way, with a fat white dove standing on his shoulder, and from behind, he was tall, very thin, dressed in pure white, with curly green hair, and looked neither like a dignitary nor a servant.

It was a strange thing for such a person to appear in the court, but strangely no one noticed this anomaly.

"Lord Wind Feather!?"

"Huh!?" Feng Yu looked at the back, thinking it was strange, and was about to try to stop him.

"What's wrong with you?" the squire wondered.

Then he saw the man walk straight into the hard walls of the hallway.

Walked into the wall!

"Lord Wind Feather!!!!!!!" the attendant shouted.

Feng Yu couldn't help but let out an "ah", and his thoughts were pulled back. It's fine." Feng Yu walked up to the wall in surprise and groped softly.

On the way, Luo Feng looked left and right, not like an emperor.

Luo Feng easily smelled the fishy smell that could not be concealed in the ordinary market mixed in the dining room, there were many people in it, like a wandering dragon and snake, and no one had time to pay attention to him.

For a moment he loved the silence, the feeling of being ignored and isolated.

He is simply two kinds of people, or is one of them a disguise for his self-protection from beginning to end?

No

No matter which one.

It's all real him.

"Hey, boy, come and help." Someone casually called Luo Feng.

Luo Feng's gloomy expression was a little uncomfortable, but only then did he see the person's face clearly.

Handsome.

Delicate facial features.

It was his first impression.

The sword eyebrows were high, the mouth was slightly upturned, the flattened eyes seemed to be as unpleasant as his, the black hair raised by the purple crown was somewhat casual, some of which had floated to the edge of his chin, and two bundles were lazily scattered on the neckline from behind.

"Come on!" the guy grabbed Luo Feng's hand very casually, and led him left and right, and walked into a dirty and smelly room that Luo Feng was completely unfamiliar with.

Three jars of turbid leftovers, the swill exudes a strong taste, which makes Luo Feng feel deeply disgusted.

"Pretty much everyone is resting, and I'm going to move these things away."

"Where to move to?"

"Of course it's moving to the door, and you're being transported out in a car, big brother, you're new here."

"Hmm."

He pulled up his sleeves and almost smiled bitterly: "My name is Nangong Injury, Nantian Nan, Zigong's Palace, sad Injury, what do you call it?"

Luo Feng wanted to laugh a little, touched his chin and thought about it, and imitated his appearance: "Crazy, crazy man."

"Good name."

"Come on."

Nangong walked to the side and motioned for Luo Feng to go to the other side.

Luo Feng stepped forward hard, but soon he couldn't stand the disgusting smell, lying on the ground and retching, because of nausea, there were slight tears flowing in his ruddy eyes.

Nangong put down his hand, walked to his side, helped him up, handed over the sackcloth mask, and was a little surprised: "Hey, little brother, can you do it?"

Luo Feng pushed him away, glanced at the mask, and found that the inside of it was not as clean as in the phenomenon, and there was some yellowish color inside, "Yes." Luo Feng shirked, but still nodded.

Back and forth, busy for a long time, finally all moved to the door,

"Isn't it wasted?" Luo Feng looked at the car that was loaded with three cylinders of heavy swill.

The weather is getting colder and the snow is shaking.

"What is waste? It's a cycle, the big people with high status can't eat these things at all, so they will give them to the minions with high status around them, and then give them to the minions with low status after eating the leftovers. Nangong patiently explained to this stupid newcomer.

"Maybe he finds these things hard to eat." Luo Feng exuded a smile.

Nangong moved his body sadly: "It's hard to eat? I'll tell you honestly, every time it's my turn, the rest of the bowl is almost empty, and I haven't tasted this delicacy a few times.

Luo Feng let out a stiff smile, and suddenly found that there seemed to be no common language with him. One step and I want to leave.

"Crazy." Nangong injured and grabbed his hand." Where do you want to go?"

Luo Feng said casually: "I'm hungry, it's time to go."

After saying that, I found out that this was a reason for failure.

Nangong didn't care: "Follow me!" pulled Luo Feng into another room.

Kitchen.

Empty.