Good Fortune Dictionary

The windows of the sedan chair were covered with colorful bead curtains, which swayed back and forth regularly as the sedan chair swayed, refracting dazzling light in the faint sunlight.Through the cover of those bead curtains and the dazzling light, Wang Feng saw the lovely person sitting in the big red sedan chair.But because of the big red hijab covering her head, I don't know what expression she has now.

Should be happy, right?After all, marrying such an excellent husband and son-in-law really fulfilled the last sentence he said to her: I wish you a beautiful wife and son-in-law with a good marriage.

Chapter 337 The Last Side

Unexpectedly, the side we met in the small pharmacy, I never expected that that side would be the last time.

I have to sigh that the faces in the world are really less than one side.

Just watching the whole wedding party walk slowly in front of them, and when the last person also walked past him with a look of joy, the carriage started to shake again, and the crisp opening bell rang in his ears again After getting up, Wang Feng slowly put down a corner of the curtain, the expression on his face was actually unclear whether it was joy or sadness.

Zhu Moyu saw that Wang Feng's expression was a little strange, so he asked with concern: "What? Do you know the bride?"

The expression on Wang Feng's face became congealed, and he waved his hand: "I don't know, how can I know? For such an excellent son, the wife must be married to a lady from a certain family. This lady is different from a small person like me. How can we know each other? I don't know..."

Zhu Mo said "oh", continued to close his eyes and rest his mind, and stopped talking.

Wang Feng watched Zhu Moyu close his eyes, stared in a daze for a while, then showed a bitter smile, and whispered: "I wish I had never known you before, so that I wouldn't be judged for knowing you. I feel like I've jumped to the clouds, and I won't feel like falling into hell because I can't be with you and give you a good life."

I don't know how long it took before I heard the groom's voice "Yu...", and then the bell ringing in my ears suddenly stopped, and the groom turned around and opened the curtain behind him, looking inside. The man said: "My lords, we're here."

The two people who were closing their eyes and resting their minds woke up immediately. In fact, the two of them didn't fall asleep all the way, they just squinted their eyes vaguely.After all, I was going to enter the palace to meet the person sitting in the Golden Luan Hall. Even though Zhu Moyu still had court on weekdays, he still stood in the crowd and took a long look at the yellow figure in front of him. He never got up close. I've seen it a few times.As for Wang Feng, he was both apprehensive and excited. He was going to a place that used to be his home. That place carried his childhood, his past, the turmoil in his memory, his hatred... he was about to meet... The person he saw was the person he had wanted to pierce his neck with the Mo Ming in his hand countless times over the years, and it was also the person who imposed the pain on him that he shouldn't have endured.

Wang Feng got out of the carriage, turned his head and looked around, and a sense of sadness suddenly rose in his heart.He is so familiar with the flowers and trees here that he can walk where he wants to go blindfolded.He felt that he was standing right in the middle of a vortex, and countless fragments of memory were swirling around him with the torrent of time, as if they wanted to crush all his bones and swallow them. It was like entering the huge mouth of the abyss under it. In a trance, he felt that his eyes were always black, as if it was the prelude to fainting.

Zhu Moyu on the side noticed Wang Feng's abnormality, supported him worriedly, and asked, "What's wrong? Your complexion is not good, are you okay?"

Wang Feng gently squeezed Zhu Moyu's hand to comfort him, and then said in a low voice, "I'm fine, maybe I just escaped from Qingfeng Mountain, and I haven't rested all night, so I'm a little tired."

The worry in Zhu Moyu's eyes was about to drip from his eyes, and he supported Wang Feng and said, "Oh, if the emperor hadn't said so, I would also like to tell you to take a good rest and take action. You are as pale as if you just came from the earth It's like crawling out of..."

Wang Feng was following his breath when an extremely high-pitched voice suddenly exploded on his eardrums: "Lord Zhu, Mr. Chen."

The two of them searched for their prestige, and saw a man dressed as an eunuch standing on the side, putting the fly whisk in his hand on his right shoulder, squinting his eyes and looking at this side, his wrinkled face showed no expression at all, as if with a smile on his face. Made a lifelike mask.

Zhu Moyu bowed to the eunuch-like person: "Eunuch Wang." Then he stood up and introduced to Wang Feng: "Brother Chen, this is the Grand Duke next to the emperor, Eunuch Wang."

Wang Feng also bowed respectfully to the man dressed as a eunuch, and said in a low voice, "Prince Wang."

Wang Gonggong seemed to be very satisfied with these two polite young people, but he still nodded with a straight face, and said softly "En~", he dragged the ending sound extremely long, as if he was afraid that others would not hear Seeing that he was a eunuch, he immediately turned around, flicked the whisk in his hand, and raised his wrinkled head and said: "Come along with the old slave, the emperor is waiting for you in the imperial study." It's been a while."

"Thank you, Eunuch." Wang Feng and Zhu Moyu whispered respectfully behind Eunuch Wang.

The two of them turned around a few times with the prince, and they finally arrived at the imperial study.

Behind the two of them, Wang Feng kept suppressing the emotions that were about to surge out of his heart.

Nothing here has changed, everything is exactly the same as when he was still here before, the only thing that has changed is the people.

He looked at the very familiar imperial study room, and suddenly his childhood voice rang in his ears.

That voice is extremely immature, it sounds like a voice that has never experienced any bitterness in the world, it is as thorough as a piece of pure ice.

The voice said: "Father, how can I be a good king?"

"To be a good king, you must first have both benevolence and filial piety. Only when you have both, can you become a good king." At that time, the father was in the imperial study in front of him, holding his hand. His hand was teaching him to write the word "Wang", the fragrance of ink mixed with the smell of rice paper was continuously drilled into his nose, and the unique dryness and warmth of his father's big hands came from the back of his hand.

This scene appeared in Wang Feng's dreams countless times, time and time again, as if his brain was forcing him not to forget these past bits and pieces, but every time he woke up from the dream, there was something left on his body. All that was left was the pain in my heart and the bitter tears all over my face.

The two entered the imperial study with the prince, and saw a man in a yellow robe standing in front of the desk where he had once stood, reciting handwriting from a distance.

Rice paper with a length of three meters was spread out on the desk, and as the man swiped wantonly, a few large and powerful characters were left on the yellow rice paper.

The three of them just stood by the door, waiting for the emperor to take care of them.

Wang Feng looked at that person, and the bitterness in his heart was replaced by hatred. Zhu Moyu knew that Wang Feng would feel uncontrollable when he saw the emperor, so he quickly squeezed his arm lightly so that he could Temporarily suppress the emotions in your heart, and don't do anything reckless.

When the man in front of me rebelled, he was just a 30-year-old young man with a high-spirited appearance. Now, ten years have passed, and his appearance has changed a lot. He presumably governs the country. It takes a lot of effort, so the appearance ages very quickly.

Ten years is enough to make the strong body of this man who once vigorously engaged in rebellion become rickety, and his black face is covered with wrinkles; Tong, grow into a tall man.

The movements of the emperor's hands were running smoothly, when suddenly he stopped, and the brush in his hand poked down heavily, and a hole was made in the rice paper, so he pushed the brush in his hand to the side Throwing, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, he coughed violently.Wang Gonggong, who had been standing beside him with his head bowed, hastily stepped forward in three steps and two steps, patted his back lightly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body! Don't be too tired!"

"Hey! There are so many things, how can I not be tired?" The emperor blushed from coughing, and waved his hands helplessly, "I have to say, I am really old and useless."

"Oh! Your Majesty, what are you talking about! Your Majesty, you are in your prime, so there is no saying that old people are useless!" Wang Gonggong comforted the emperor while gently stroking the emperor's body.

After a while, the emperor calmed down, looked at Wang Feng and Zhu Moyu who had been standing beside him, sized them up for a while, and then walked towards them, with a meaningful smile on his face : "You are the sixth disciple of Master Ziwei, right? What's your name?"