He is the creator's fault

In less than April, the peach blossoms in the mountains began to wither. Feng Zexi bent over and stood in front of a few desks, holding a vermilion pen in his hand, and was sketching on the rice paper.

Yueyang came in with tea, the door was wide open and the cold wind blew in, rustling the rice paper on the table, and faintly saw the corner of pure white clothes.

"Young master, rest for a while."

Yueyang's voice awakened Feng Zexi, he raised his head, and because of the light behind his back, he couldn't see Yueyang's appearance clearly, he always felt that he was overlapped with that person, and suddenly remembered what happened several years ago.

At that time, the Feng family was already a wealthy businessman, but because they offended the little magistrate, their family was ruined. From then on, Feng Zexi swore that he would never be a lowly businessman, he wanted money and power.

After decades of operation, Feng Zexi finally opened the shop all over the country. With the huge information network in his hand, he took the shortcut of the fourth prince Yu Zhenli. As long as he assists the fourth prince to sit on the throne, he can Get rid of the low status of businessmen.

By chance, Feng Zexi rescued a man from Sui Kingdom. This person was born in a shrine and learned the divination technique handed down from Xiandao. Divination once.

Feng Zexi has great ambitions, and a Zhu Kingdom cannot satisfy his desire, so he is divining the world. Feng Zexi can't remember how the Sui countryman reacted at that time, but he only remembers a place and four places he left behind. sentence:

Yangsheng will inherit the destiny of heaven for a thousand days, and only then will the country and mountains return to certainty;

It has been ominous again for two or three years, and at this time the world is in dispute again.

He originally thought it was Yueyang, so he wanted to send Yueyang to the Shizi Mansion, but later he found out that "Yang Shengqianri" refers to Yao, the sun, moon and stars are all Yao, and Yao has already accepted the destiny after three years old , and the day he appeared in Linglongfang happened to be Sunday.

When Feng Zexi saw Yao in the Dugu camera tent, he knew that he was wrong, but it was too late to correct it. The general situation of the world was changing rapidly, and it was too late to re-arrange, so he just wanted to protect himself.

What happened later was as predicted, Sui Kingdom ruled the world, but it only lasted for three years. Three years later, the general rebelled, Emperor Sui was stabbed to death on the sacred mountain, and the world was in chaos again.

"Master? Master?"

Yueyang's voice brought Feng Zexi back to his senses, only to realize that the person standing in front of him was not Yao, Yueyang was trained by Yu Huanxu to be somewhat similar to Yao, but he was not Yao after all.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, remembering some old things."

Feng Zexi smiled, put down the vermilion pen, and picked up the rice paper on the table, a peerless young man was reflected on the snow-white drawing paper, with a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, his appearance was exactly the same as Yao.

This painting is the most satisfying among the dozens of paintings that Feng Zexi has painted. After studying it for a while, he handed it to Yueyang.

"It's so good to frame it and hang it in my study."

"Yes"

Yueyang took the painting and left, Feng Zexi walked to the window, looked at the withered peach blossoms, a faint melancholy appeared on his face, so many people entered the game, but none of them got what they wanted, after all, the glory and wealth disappeared in an instant, Just like Nankey in a dream.

……

Thousands of years later, in Feng's study, Feng Xingchen quietly opened the dusty wooden box, took out a scroll, unfolded the scroll, and slowly revealed the figure of a young man in white.

Feng Xingchen took a deep breath, he had never seen such a good-looking person before, and he was fascinated by it. He didn't know when his thumb was cut, and a drop of blood dripped down, right between the boy's eyebrows.

"It happened!"

Feng Xingchen hurriedly wiped off the blood beads with a towel, leaving a mark on the scroll. The blood color was like a cinnabar mole growing between the young man's eyebrows. a bit.

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