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The maid frowned and said, "Fifth Prince, are you stupid in the rain?"

Only then did Feng Yizhen come back to his senses, he looked down at his hands, his fingers were thin and small, obviously they hadn't grown.

Feng Yizhen jumped out of the bed and realized that he was only a little taller than the bed. He bypassed the maid and ran to the only broken mirror in the room. The ten-year-old was skinny, with sunken cheeks, and looked a little pitiful.

The maid looked at him puzzled, and said with disgust, "What are you doing? Drinking medicine?"

Feng Yizhen looked in the mirror and said without turning his head, "Shut up."

The maid was used to the submissive fifth prince, but when she suddenly encountered Feng Yizhen giving orders with such a deadpan face, the slavishness in her body suddenly came up, and she was a little scared.

There was a sudden noise outside the house, Feng Yizhen walked away from the mirror, went to the door and opened it, just in time to see the eleventh prince and the eighteenth prince rushing into the yard fighting and rowdy.

Seeing Feng Yizhen, the Eleventh Prince jumped over the threshold of the yard, stood by the yard and waved to Feng Yizhen like a pet, "Hey, fifth, come here!"

Feng Yizhen was in a trance for a moment when he saw the arrogant Eleventh Prince.

So real.

Is this a dream?

Or a revolving lantern before death?

He froze in place, the Eleventh Prince was dissatisfied with his motionlessness, and stepped forward to kick him, "Hey Lao Wu, did you hear me talking to you..."

Feng Yizhen suddenly dodged to avoid the eleventh prince's feet, then reached out and pinched the eleventh prince's face.

And then——pull out with both hands.

"Aw, aw, aw!! You let go!! Aw, aw!!!!"

Feng Yizhen looked at the eleventh prince and asked curiously, "Does it hurt?"

The eleventh prince bared his teeth and claws in pain, "It hurts to death!!!"

Feng Yizhen muttered to himself, "It hurts so much, isn't it a dream? But I don't hurt...so it's still a dream?"

"Of course it won't hurt if you pinch me! It hurts so much, let it go! Come on, ask him to let go!"

Feng Yizhen's arrival scared everyone, until the eleventh prince called for someone, the eunuch came to his senses and shouted in a shrill voice, "Fifth prince, let go of your hand! Otherwise, you will have nothing to eat in a while!"

Feng Yi really let go of his hand obediently, but when he let go, he patted the eleventh prince's face unruly, I don't know if it was a compliment or a sarcasm, "Yes, it is really young, and the skin feels good."

The eleventh prince covered his red cheeks and said angrily, "Fifth, you are crazy! How dare you pinch my face!"

Feng Yizhen looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? I'm your brother, what's wrong with pinching your face? Do you have an opinion?"

"You're not my brother, you're just a..."

Before the Eleventh Prince could finish cursing, Feng Yizhen raised his leg and kicked him in the middle of his knee. The Eleventh Prince felt his legs go limp, and unexpectedly he knelt down and fell in front of Feng Yizhen.

Feng Yizhen's sudden coquettish operation scared everyone, even the Eighteenth Prince was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, he didn't know what to do for a while.

They were used to bullying and bullying. Except for the father, queen mother and a few favorite concubines, everyone in the palace walked sideways when they saw it. This was the first time anyone dared to attack them.

"What am I?" Feng Yizhen snorted coldly, "Don't forget, I am the same father as you, what am I, and what are you, understand?"

Only then did the eighteenth prince come to his senses, "You, you, you! You actually beat the eleventh brother! Fifth, you are dying!"

Only then did Feng Yizhen give the eighteenth prince a look, "I don't want my life? So what if I don't want my life, you go and sue me in front of the emperor? Say I bullied my brother, not only scolding him but also beating him."

Feng Yizhen sneered, "Go, I'll wait for you here, you can bring someone here."

The Eighteenth Prince's aura was no match for Feng Yizhen's. He was so frightened that he shrank back and dared not retreat. He said sternly, "You! You're like this! I'll call someone to beat you too!"

"Come on, let them come up and beat me if they have the ability." Feng Yizhen inspected the circle and said with a smile, "Either you can kill me if you have the ability. , the eleventh prince and the eighteenth prince are relying on the power of the empress, domineering in the harem, and beat people regardless of brotherhood, try it, will the father punish you?"

Thinking of his stern father, the eighteenth prince couldn't help but tremble. He hesitated to look at the eleventh prince who had only climbed up for a long time, wondering whether he should speak or not.

The eleventh prince wanted to get up and let someone beat this disobedient old Wu to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that Feng Yi really moved his father out, and the eleventh prince was also persuaded.

Royal father hates watching their brothers fight, it's all right, but it must not be put on the table.

How could the two children who were less than ten years old come up with any good solution? The Eleventh Prince looked at the dust on his hands and body, and felt all kinds of grievances surged up. , "You! You wait for me!".

After all, he ran away crying.

The eighteenth prince watched the eleventh prince run away, and followed him.

The eunuchs looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to make any claims, and followed suit.

Feng Yizhen stood in the yard for a while, the sun came out and set down gracefully.

Suddenly thought of something, he ran out of the courtyard, walked all the way through the courtyard palace, and ran to a pond.

Feng Yizhen stopped by the pond and looked up panting.

There was only one young man by the pond, dressed in white. When Feng Yizhen arrived, he was bending down and fished something out of the water.

Under the sun, the young man held something in his white jade hand and raised it from the water, splashing water droplets, reflecting a beautiful light.

The young man looked back, and faced Feng Yizhen across the air.

"Kang...Kangzhuang..." Feng Yizhen stood there, not daring to move, for fear that everything in front of him was his own illusion.

Kang Zhuang walked up to him holding the things, and handed him the things in his hand.

It was a stone, it looked dusty and nothing special, but it was warm and soft like jade.

Feng Yizhen took it over, "This is..."

Kang Zhuang said softly, "It's Cheng Qi."

Feng Yizhen gritted his teeth to hold back the tears, but still fell uncontrollably, "He...he...isn't this a dream?"

Kang Zhuang said, "This is not a dream. When you opened the seal, all my spiritual consciousness returned to its place. But when we were about to absorb our grievances, Cheng Qi rushed in and brought our souls here."

Brought to the southern country thousands of years ago, brought them back to the beginning of everything.

Feng Yizhen's eyes were empty, and he murmured, "But the price is... his life."

"Yes." Kang Zhuang said, "He used all his spiritual power and life to bring us back."

The stone in his hand was as warm as before, but this warmth came from the sunshine in the early spring, not from the vibrant little monster inside as it did back then.

The pulse-like rhythm that I once felt was also lifeless and no longer responded.

He's a rock, not an egg anymore.

Feng Yizhen knelt down and buried his head in tears.

He remembered that night, he knew it was the night Cheng Qi killed his grandparents, he and Cheng Qi were on the roof, and he scolded Cheng Qi for being extremely selfish, no different from Huang Sha.

After all, he was the one who was extremely selfish.

He thought that he would sacrifice himself to save everything, but he never thought about how indelible pain this would be to Kang Zhuang, Cheng Qi, and those who loved him.

He is the most selfish one.

If he had been braver back then, and not so cowardly; if he could have stood up and resisted, and fought against these filth and unbearable things together with Feng Qiyan...there would be no Kang Zhuang who angered Heaven and was forced to seal him in order to make his life better. , nor would there be all this.

To some extent, the way of heaven is both cruel and fair.

At that time, he was punished not only because he was the effect, but also because he himself was the cause.

He didn't look like he did anything, but he killed everyone.

Feng Yi rested his head on the stone, and tears fell on it one by one.

Kang Zhuang walked over, also squatted down, and hugged Feng Yizhen.

Kang Zhuang said softly, "Let's take this stone with us. Let's hatch him slowly as before, and wait for him to grow up and break his shell. It doesn't matter if it's a thousand years or ten thousand years. I believe that one day, Cheng Qi will come back. of."

Feng Yizhen raised his head in Kang Zhuang's arms. He looked at the stone in his hand, held Kang Zhuang's hand and placed it on the stone. The palms of the two of them covered the stone, as if they were really hatching eggs.

Feng Yizhen wiped away tears and said, "Cheng Qi, we'll wait for you to come out."

Kang Zhuang used spiritual power to thread a thread, and tied the stone to his chest, "Let Qi Baoer accompany us in this way."

Feng Yizhen looked at the stone on Kangzhuang's chest, with longing in his eyes.

Feng Yizhen stood up and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "Since we have returned to the beginning of everything, let's start again. After all, I have to be worthy of Cheng Qi's chance in exchange for my life. Kang Zhuang, don't do anything this time, I'll take care of everything."

Kang Zhuang naturally understood, and replied, "Okay."

Feng Yizhen blew his nose and rushed to Feng Qiyan's courtyard. A court lady wanted to stop him, but he nimbly avoided him. He rushed all the way to the main entrance of Feng Qiyan's bedroom, and pushed Feng Qiyan away under the surprised eyes of the maids and eunuchs. Door.

After all, he is considered a prince, and if he really committed a crime, no one in the palace would dare to stop him.

It's a pity that Feng Yizhen's soul has only returned to this time, so his body does not have any spiritual power fluctuations, and it is not suitable for cultivation. Therefore, there is no way to open the sound wall to block other people's eavesdropping. He can only use the oldest method-drive everyone away. go out.

Feng Qiyan watched blankly as Feng Yizhen drove all the maids and eunuchs out, closed the door, and walked in front of him with a serious face.

Feng Qiyan blinked and looked at Feng Yizhen, "Brother...what's wrong?"

Feng Yizhen was instantly filled with the radiance of fatherly love with his childlike voice, so Feng Yizhen couldn't help stretching out his sinful little hand, aimed at Feng Qiyan's face, and pulled hard.

"It hurts!! What are you doing!"

Feng Yizhen let go, and said, "Feng Qiyan, you bastard, labor and management have finally found a chance to attack you, you need to be beaten."

Feng Qiyan, who had no idea what happened:? ? ?

But before he had time to worry about Feng Yizhen pinching his face and scolding him for being a pussy, Feng Yizhen said something that made him even more horrified, "Feng Qiyan, get ready, my brother is going to lead you to rebel."

Feng Qiyan:! ! ! ? ? ? ? !

After Feng Yizhen said this, he turned around and left, leaving behind Feng Qiyan with a dazed expression.

After Feng Qiyan was dealt with, Feng Yizhen returned to his room. The maid was too scared to move when Feng Yizhen beat the eleventh prince. After they all left, she immediately slipped away.Her wooden plates and china bowls were forgotten and left on the floor.

Feng Yizhen bent down, lifted the wooden plate and put it on the table.

Kang Zhuang watched him quietly from the side.

Feng Yizhen turned around after placing the wooden tray, and from his perspective, Kangzhuang happened to be framed by the window frame, just like a painting.

Feng Yizhen grinned, "Did you know?"

He pointed behind Kang Zhuang, and Kang Zhuang followed his hand to look back. There was a peach tree with flower buds hanging on it.

"Actually, tomorrow is the first day I know you. Tomorrow morning, the whole peach blossom tree will bloom, and you will smile at me in front of the peach blossoms. It is better than anything I have ever seen in my life. .”

When Kang Zhuang turned his head, spiritual power rolled on the tree, and the peach blossoms all over the tree suddenly bloomed, turning into a sea of ​​pink.

A piece of peach blossom floated in from the window and landed in Kang Zhuang's hair. Feng Yizhen stepped forward and wanted to take the petal off for him.

Feng Yizhen had very beautiful thoughts in his mind, for example, he wanted to kiss Kang Zhuang's hair first, then hold the petal with his lips, and then feed the petal into Kang Zhuang's mouth, so as to steal a scent by the way.

But the idea is very good, but unfortunately the hardware conditions are limited.

Feng Yi raised his head with difficulty, and found that his ten-year-old self had only reached Kang Zhuang's waist.

It's too short... I must supplement my nutrition from tomorrow.

Kang Zhuang said, "I wanted to remind you just now, it feels a little funny that you use this body to talk about love."

Douding Feng Yi really didn't want to talk.

Feng Qiyan, who had come to his senses over there, turned around and looked behind him, there was a hidden compartment behind that, because the emperor did not allow him to worship often, once you secretly put the tablet of the mother and concubine in it.

Feng Qiyan knelt in front of the futon and bowed.

The history of the Southern Kingdom has changed since then.

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"In the 370th year of the Southern Kingdom Calendar, the new emperor succeeded to the throne, after...Feng Houtian? Feng Houtian!"

"It's coming!" Feng Houtian woke up from his doze, and hurriedly stood up holding his hat.

The private school master glared at him, "Tell me, what is the name of the new emperor who succeeded us 100 years ago in southern China?"

"Call...call..."

Feng Houtian couldn't hold back for a long time, his face turned red.

The boy beside him reminded in a low voice, "Feng Qiyan."

"Feng Qiyan!"

The private school master scolded, "Did you peek at the book!"

Feng Houtian hurriedly said, "No, I just know!"

The private school master gave him a suspicious look.

Feng Houtian lives up to his name, with a thick skin like the sky, "Shuntian Emperor Feng Qiyan, he created the prosperity of our Southern Kingdom, how could I not know about it!"

"Okay, sit down, don't doze off again."

"Yes!"

Feng Houtian sat down happily, turned his head and whispered to the boy next to him, "Thank you, Kang Zhuang! You helped me again! Treat you to a sugar man tonight!"

The boy named Kang Zhuang smiled and rolled his eyes, "Okay."

"Let me tell you, the sugar man I ate before was very delicious..."

……

"The sugar seller is here!" A young man yelled on the street.

The peddler next to him smiled and said, "Feng San, why don't you leave?"

Feng San said with a smile, "Don't go, let's sell it later, someone will come and deliver food to me later."

The peddler said, "You two are better than real brothers if you are not real brothers."

Feng Sandao, "That's not true. After the Southern Kingdom was destroyed, we had nowhere to go, and we have been dependent on each other until now."

The peddler looked at the sugar figurine on his chopping board, "Who did you pinch?"

Feng San said proudly, "This is Feng Houtian. It is said that he was a great official who reformed the New Deal back then. It is said that our family seems to have some of his blood, so I found the picture album from the book."

"Yo, pinching makes sense."

"No, to tell you the truth, I'm actually pretty good at drawing."

The peddler said with a smile, "I can't tell, you can also draw. Hey, your family Kangzhuang is here."

Feng San heard what the peddler said, and when he turned around and saw someone coming, he waved excitedly, "Kangzhuang, here!"

Kang Zhuang trotted over and handed the rice to him, "I made some soup today, try it."

"If you make it, it must be delicious!"

"I bought you some rice paper, after you sell these sugar figurines, how about we sell some paintings?"

"Now that wars are raging everywhere, paintings may not be easy to sell."

"Is the sugar figurine easy to sell?"

"It's not easy to sell... Hahaha, it's not easy to sell anyway, why don't you sell something you want, Kang Zhuang, you reminded me hahaha."

……

……

"This can't be Feng San's authentic work. Feng San was only 40 years old when he died. This painting is clearly..."

"Look at this stroke, it's clearly the authentic work of Feng San, who else..."

Several people in long gowns and mandarin jackets gathered together, discussing endlessly around a painting.

Feng Keyi yawned, walked out of the crowd, and was about to go out to get some air.

There was already a person in the corridor, that person was wearing a suit bought from abroad, looking like a dog.

The only thing that doesn't match his suit is that there is a strange stone on his chest, which is hung by a red thread, looking foreign.

Someone asked him what it was, but he only said it was a family tradition, but he didn't want to talk about it in detail.

Feng Keyi always felt that this person loves you all the time, so he walked over, smiled and patted that person's shoulder, "Kang Zhuang, why didn't you go in and talk to them?"

The man named Kang Zhuang turned his head and said, "Didn't you come out too?"

Feng Ke said, "I'm going to starve to death now, so I don't care about the authenticity of the work."

Kang Zhuang said, "Aren't you curious about who Feng San is? Aren't you curious about the stories behind so many paintings he left behind?"

Feng Ke rested his chin in one hand, and said leisurely, "There is a painting that I am particularly interested in."

"what?"

"His only painting of a man, in which he drew a man..."

Kang Zhuang asked, "What's so special about drawing men?"

Feng Keyi looked at Kang Zhuang, "The strange thing is, I don't know why, that man obviously doesn't have facial features, yet I look like you. But I've only seen you a few times, why do you have such an idea?"

Kang Zhuang chuckled, he stood up and faced Feng Keyi, "Maybe maybe, it's me."

Feng Keyi looked at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I don't know why, Kang Zhuang, you've only been here not long ago, but I always feel like I've known you for a long, long time."

"Well, we've known each other for a long time, 75 lifetimes."

The number of Kangzhuang 75 was so certain that Feng Keyi couldn't help laughing, "Wow, it's so accurate."

"Well, not much in a lifetime, not a lot in a lifetime, exactly 75."

Kang Zhuang's eyes were clear, clean and serious. Feng Ke looked at his inexplicably familiar eyes, as if he had really been with Kang Zhuang for 75 lifetimes.

Feng Ke said with a smile, "Since that's the case, I hope to meet you again in the next life."

"Yes." Kang Zhuang said, "Wherever you go, I will find you."

What he said was ambiguous, Feng Ke never thought that he liked men, but at this moment, he felt moved for no reason.

So he heard himself say, "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

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