Rose and Wen Mu left the embankment full of worries, and they were greeted by a carriage, which was Feng Ziang's carriage.

There was a burst of giggling laughter in the carriage, it was Feng Changle.

Rose was pinned to the ground, watching as the carriage drew nearer and nearer, passing by, toward the embankment camp.

As the carriage passed by, Rose wanted to shout, but couldn't. What if he was stopped?

Watching the carriage go away, Feng Changle's heartless laughter was still in his ears.

Rose didn't even have the strength to cry, what a good hand of cards was played to pieces, and the two good people became enemies.

Wen Mu pounced and knelt down: "Princess, I was wrong." ”

"What's wrong with you?" Rose glanced at Wen Mu, and her eyes were filled with endless sadness.

"Let's go." Under the family and country, what is wrong with Wen Mu?

Before Feng Changle arrived at the big tent, he heard the voice of a little girl chirping, "Feng Gongzi, did you deliberately let Miss Rose go?" ”

"Where's Rose?" Feng Changle rushed into the tent, forgetting even the number of courtesies.

"Gone." Feng Cangyue said coolly.

Feng Changle's joy was instantly extinguished by the fourth brother.

"Just left." Feng Ziang couldn't see his brother sad.

Feng Changle ran out of the tent and looked around, and saw a red figure, gradually moving away in the direction he came.

She must have seen her carriage and heard her voice, but she did not call him.

The princess of a country, after all, disdains to have anything to do with ordinary people like him.

Feng Changle looked at the voice in a daze, going farther and farther, getting smaller and smaller, and finally, disappearing.

The heart seems to be missing a piece and empty.

In the past few days, he has been bent on coming to the embankment to have a look, he thought he was trying to join in the fun, but now he understands that it is the rose that makes him restless and unforgettable.

It's just that she once had him in her heart and eyes?

Probably not.

Feng Changle returned to the tent dejectedly and sat in the corner without saying a word.

The little girl was still pulling Feng Xunyun and chirping.

"Childe, you are so good-looking and have such a good heart, why are you pretending to be a bad person?"

"Childe, you don't really want me to go to the Silk Building, do you?"

"Childe, Miss Rose may really not know, it was the bad Wen Mu who did it."

"Childe, did you all hear what I whispered to Rose?"

……

Feng Xunyun has a headache.

The others also had a headache, and sent away a rose, and another trumpet spirit came.

"If you talk again, I'll throw you into the Silk House now, and let those stinky men do it to you." Feng Xunyun looked at the little girl's chest fiercely.

The little girl was so frightened that she fled behind Lord Zhuo, holding her chest with both hands, "Lord Qincha, he wants to force Liang to become a prostitute, you arrest him." ”

"What's your name?" I brought the person back and handed it over to Wen Mu, and I didn't know what her name was.

"My surname is Shi, and my name is Ning Yu."

"You go and amuse that childe, and the son of Xunyun won't throw you into the Qinglou."

"I'll go, I'll go now." Shi Ningyu jumped up and down to find Feng Changle.

For the first time in his life, Feng Changle felt that talking was such a noisy thing, and he walked out of the tent first without waiting for the little trumpet spirit to get close.

Shi Ningyu was very embarrassed, but in line with the concept of "as long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed", Shi Ningyu followed out of the tent.

Feng Changle sat on a stone in front of the tent, his eyes fixed on the direction in which Rose had left.

Shi Ningyu walked up to him, sat down obediently, and played with a strand of his hair without saying a word.

"Do you think that stupid boy isn't dead?" A voice sounded behind them, startling the two of them.

When the two of them turned around, they saw Mo Qing brushing Feng Ziang's horse, talking to the horse while brushing.

The two of them turned around, sat down facing Mo Qing, and began to eat melons.

"Before, when I saw you, I wanted to smoke you."

The horse was not happy and barked at Moqing.

"You're still not happy, what do you say about your horse, people who don't know think you're my brother, and I'm the one who should be wronged."

Shi Ningyu couldn't help laughing desperately, it turned out that the usually majestic General Moqing had such a brother.

Lin Mufeng's initial kung fu was taught by Mo Qing, and he stayed in Jiangnan for a few years before being brought back to the capital by General Meng for special training.

When he saw that stinky boy again, he had grown into a seven-foot man who stood in front of him in a carriage, still smiling like a fool.

That horse was the one in front of him, and when he learned that this horse was called "Mo Li", Mo Qing chased Lin Mufeng and ran around the school yard all day.

The stupid boy finally got tired of running, hugged Mo Qing and cried in the dark.

"Master, I didn't mean to, I just didn't want to part, I didn't want to be separated."

This kid has never cried, no matter how hard the practice is, how heavy the injury is, he doesn't say a word, not a single tear.

This kid never smiled in front of others, and his face was old and cold to the gods.

Only Mo Qing can make him smile.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Mo Qing touched the horse's head.

The horse rubbed Mo Qing's hand and neighed in a low voice.

Lao Zhixian packed up his things, came out of the tent, and crawled to the embankment with some staggering steps.

He sat down on the edge of the pit where the bones of the idle king were found, stared at the mountain nest where the bones of the unjust souls were buried in the distance, and shed tears.

A long, long time ago, he was still a tanhualang, brilliant, handsome and chic, a small household official in the capital, and soaked in the suburbs of Beijing every day to study the land and crops.

The boy sneaked out of the house and ran to him to learn farming from him.

He took the boy to plant trees and farm, up the mountains and down the river, and in the field, the child was like a fish in water, and as soon as he finished work and left the field, he became silent and closed.

One day, he brought three people back.

"Teacher, I have a friend." He ran into the courtyard with an excited face, followed by three people, a man like a jade tree, a gentle and lovely woman, and a little doll carved in pink and jade.

In the courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, the child had one of the few good times.

It's just that laughter is always fragile.

The three immortal people suddenly disappeared.

The boy's temperament changed drastically, and he went mad.

In the past, Tanhualang was disheartened, resigned from the official position of the fourth grade in the capital, depreciated Jiangnan, and just wanted to hide in an unknown corner and be a sesame official that no one knew.

It's just that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and on the first day of taking office, I picked up a piece of jade pendant near the Yishui Embankment, which is a small doll carved in pink and jade.

Prince Annam - Yong'an.

Lao Zhi County hid the jade pendant, hid it for 20 years, searched all over the Yishui River, and searched for 20 years.

Who would have thought that the person you have been looking for for 20 years will be buried in the embankment and will not see the light of day.

If it weren't for the collapse of the embankment, I'm afraid that I wouldn't have been discovered for the rest of my life.

The gentle and jade-like idle king and the dignified and virtuous princess have just gotten married.

The brilliant prince was just five years old.

There will always be a day when the truth will be revealed;

No matter how deep the grievances are, there will be a day when they will be cleared;

The most bitter hatred also has the day when blood debts and blood are repaid;

……

But the mad child had no turning back.

If Feng Changle is brave enough, he can chase Annan.

If Lin Mufeng's kung fu was high enough, he could still climb up from under the cliff.

But the idle king, his wife and the crown prince will always be just a pile of white bones.

The mad child has returned, under the name of Dugu.

The child who was obsessed with the land and watched the crops jointed will never come back.