February is coming to an end. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Suzaku knew that the prince was already suspicious of Xia Zheng, so he withdrew from the matter, and no longer added fuel to the trouble, just waiting for things to develop.

Jun Li would never have known about such a conspiracy, and in the entire Vermilion Bird Mansion, only Lou Qianshan felt more and more uneasy - even if the Xia family's difficulties had nothing to do with her, she couldn't bear the atmosphere of the mountains and rains coming.

It wasn't until one night that she tossed and turned for a long time before she suddenly realized that she was actually just worried about one person for so many days. - He is not from the Xia family, but he is in the Xia family. If something happens to the Xia family, will he be implicated?

She didn't know why she was thinking so much about him. Shen Fengming. obviously hated him so much, and even deceived and used others for so long, wanting to kill him by the hands of those people, but the uneasiness of this late night was so abrasive and real that it couldn't be hidden at all.

When did she not want him to die? she tossed and turned, cursing him and herself over and over again. It was almost dawn when she looked at the bright red sky, and then she realized the cruel truth: whether I hated him or not, he never took me to heart. It is others that he cares about.

The thought finally quenched once again the occasional impulse for goodness in her heart. I still have so many unavenged revenge, so many roads to go, and if I do something suspicious for him, will I not have wasted all my efforts?

――So sentimental, why is it me Lou Qianshan?

In fact, Shen Fengming really didn't know that investigating the truth about Jun Li's life experience for Suzaku would bring about the disaster of the Xia family. But he didn't sleep that night, thinking about the words he had managed to come up with that day. The deputy housekeeper Li Xifei no longer concealed it in the end, so he told him about the past as if he was confiding.

Shen Fengming was almost certain that the child who was sent away in the story was Jun Li, but Li Xifei still didn't know that this eldest prince was actually close to the inner city across the wall. Shen Fengming sighed in his heart. If you know about such a thing, you don't check it, and you can't say it, so you annoy yourself in vain.

Tonight's sky is red, as if it signals an anomaly in tomorrow's weather. Shen Fengming woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly heard some movement in the courtyard.

The window was not closed, he held his breath and listened, only to hear that it was Xia Zheng and his wife, who seemed to be unable to sleep at night, so he came to this backyard to sit. The spring night is not cool, and it is not warm when it is warm, Chen Rongrong has already said: "Yifeng, look at this day." Do you remember the night before the last accident, the sky was like this? When I saw such a sky, I felt a little uneasy. ”

Xia Zheng only smiled and said, "You just like nonsense, how can there be so many things out of thin air? Even if it's really like last time, it's not okay in the end." ”

"Here we go again!" Although Chen Rongrong blamed, his tone was a little tired: "Suzaku has always seen that you are not going well, and others are in the Great Interior, and they can see the emperor at any time, if he really says something, we can't prevent it." But not every time, your nephew can make it. ”

"Suzaku - I haven't had any holidays with him these days. Xia Zheng said. "Don't worry, even if it's just for the sake of the king, I won't provoke him now. ”

Shen Fengming's heart was full of sorrow. Yes, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lingyin, he also heard Chen Rongrong say this name.

"But I'm always worried. Chen Rongrong said quietly. "Back then, Fengyun Dao Chang said, you can't meet Jun Dao, every time you see it, there will be evil things, I have been constantly pushing luck for the past two months, I'm afraid that if you see him this year, something bad will happen. If it falls on us, it will be enough, but if it is he—"

"Don't think nonsense, Jundao is now older, and it's not that children are prone to accidents at that time, and Suzaku doesn't know his relationship with us, and if there is anything unpleasant to the eye, it won't fall on him. Xia Zheng still comforted Chen Rongrong.

When Shen Fengming heard this, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Xia Zheng and his wife had already known that Jun Li was their "monarch way"? He suddenly felt that something was extremely wrong, but he couldn't say it.

He recalled Suzaku's expression when he wanted to investigate the matter by himself, and when he asked curiously, his cold and silent face also appeared in his mind, thinking that suddenly there was a tremor around him, Huo Ran sat up, wanting to say something to Xia Zheng. But it was quiet outside, and the couple had already gotten up and gone to the atrium. He wanted to open his mouth to stop them, but he was speechless, because wasn't he the one who told Suzaku the news? So what did he want to say when he stopped them? To say that Suzaku already knew this secret? To reveal - Actually, I, Shen Fengming, am Suzaku's person?

He looked at the red sky. Outside the sky, it seems that the sound of rolling is coming from afar. He forced himself to lie down. Maybe it's because you're too worried -- maybe it's because you're too worried.

A heavy rain fell as scheduled in the early morning. "Chasing the snow" told Jun Li very early.

The sky was still red, but a little greyier than last night. The sound of the piano came from the okra's room again, and Yiyi and Lou Qianshan were already very familiar, but he was the only one.

Suzaku handed him the fifth trick "Tide" last night, and he carefully looked at it all night. It was indeed the most difficult trick for him, because the beginning of that trick required him to be open-minded, and he had the momentum to hide the thunder - but he, standing here, even the sound of the rain was probably enough to swallow his mind.

It's not that he doesn't have that momentum - he has it, but he can't take it out until he dies in the realm of nine deaths, he can only hide it in his heart. If he wants to roar and indulge when the sky is high or the wind is clear, or when there is nothing to do, he can't do it. He still couldn't understand why it had to be so.

The heavy rain, perhaps, was better, and perhaps he was willing to use the strength of the rain, at least as vigorously as the rain. If it hadn't rained, maybe he would still be consolidating that trick in the room in obscurity today.

He jumped into the rain with his sword on his shoulder, and opened his arms with a rare and unbridled scream, wanting to feel the strength of his body's "surge", but he looked up, but the many raindrops fell, which was about to wet his face, hands, body and mind. The body has subconsciously mobilized its internal force, steaming up the approaching water droplets, and a few bursts of water mist sprung up, as if protecting him in a daze.

- The true qi of the body, even if it is a sharp blade, may not be able to fall easily, let alone the light raindrops. After a while, the rain and fog were steaming, and the water was full of steam, but it seemed that he had become a person, protecting the land under his feet.

He suddenly drew his sword, and even the sword seemed to have spiritual power, and the heavy rain was only falling from the front. The narrow sword body and the slightly tired sword spike turned into two dark red lights in the air, advancing and retreating together, fast and late. He doesn't like the rain, but it makes him dare to indulge a little.

After dancing for a moment, he realized that there were people around him, one, two, three. The piano stopped. It's the three "sisters" who are too good to be good to come out and watch again. He was suddenly helpless in his heart, and his strength was suddenly retracted, and the rain that he was forced to never get wet by his "void" and "truth" intentions suddenly "roared", like a basin of water poured on his head, and hit him to the wet in an instant.

Lou Qianshan smiled lightly, as if he was laughing at his embarrassment, but Yiyi just smiled gently and said, "Why didn't Daoist Jun Li refuse to work hard as soon as we came?"

Only okra was silent. He looked up and saw her, and she said, "Come in! What are you doing in the rain?"

He walked into the eaves in a huff, and Yiyi wiped his hair with a handkerchief. The bun was torn apart, and he raised his hand to protect him, and only said, "I'll do it myself." ”

Lou Qianshan stared at him intently, smiled slightly, and said, "Daoist Jun Li, in fact, if you are still vulgar, you and my Senior Sister Qiu are a good pair, don't you stick to this hairpin anymore, right?"

She said, the technique was very fast, and she came to smoke the loose hairpin, but it was okra who raised her hand to block it, and only said: "Qianshan, you go back to the room to rest, don't get cold here." ”

Lou Qianshan glanced at her, and then the gaze glanced back at Jun Li's face. Before turning back to her room, she smiled lightly—like silky eyes, as evil as when he had known the woman.

If it weren't for the fact that the contemplation mind had already melted into his body and mind, there was no need to deliberately maintain it at all, and Jun Li was afraid that he would be dizzy for a moment. But now it was like light smoke in the air, and there was nothing, so he just didn't see it, and said, "You can go and play the piano by yourself." So he went back to his room.

Sit down, and the sound of rain outside is getting more and more incessant. In the mirror, his hair was scattered, and he tore off the hairpin with some disgust, and it became a vicious appearance of a general cloak, and for some reason he was in a worse mood, as if something was going to happen, but he couldn't see clearly.

He didn't have time to comb his hair, but went to the table unkemptly, laid out a piece of paper, took some ink from his hand, closed his eyes, and with pure mental strength, he calculated what kind of bad luck was that suddenly rushed on his head. But knowing that he was not himself, he first thought of Suzaku and then okra in his heart, and then read everyone in his heart, and opened his eyes to see the symbols drawn in his ignorance.

The drawing was vaguely in the shape of a person, but he couldn't recognize who it was, so he sat there for a while, and his eyes moved to the blood-chasing sword that was placed on the side.

The red of the sword is so bright today, is it because the sky is dark, it is more and more visible?, and the spike of the sword is wet by the rain, but it is no longer bright, and it has become especially dark, so that for the first time, the two reds that have never matched each other seem to be a little close.

His heart sank for no reason, and he looked at the picture for a long time, and suddenly tied his hair hard, picked up an umbrella and went out. By the time okra and others heard him leave the house, he had gone far.

He walked alone to the vicinity of the Hanging Arch Hall and looked at it from afar. Today, there is indeed a day, and the court discussion has not yet dispersed, and the rain and mist have shrouded the entire outside of the hall in a blur. And he waited. He didn't know if Xia Zheng was here today, but he just felt inexplicably that he had to take a look here to make sure that he was here today, and he also retired safely.

It was Zhang Ting's subordinates who were on duty near here, and they didn't dare to scold him when they saw him. For a while, it seemed that the morning was scattered, and he watched the civil and military officials leave from a distance, and among them, he did not see Xia Zheng.

Jun Li thought about it, stayed for a while, the hundred officials seemed to have dispersed, he was hesitating whether to leave or get closer to take a look, suddenly a voice behind him said, "Jun Li?"