Fragrance in the wind

Following his gaze, there was a man with a thin face, a white robe, and a fairy-like figure. Standing next to him was a familiar and shocking back. The next moment, the two turned around and entered the compartment.

"He is..." Zizhou exclaimed, with a look of horror on his face.

Chunyufeng withdrew his gaze, and said in a simple way: "No!"

"That person is very similar!"

"Just because they look alike, doesn't mean they are!"

Zi Zhou's thoughts were in a sudden confusion, his hands with white knuckles clenched the edge of the threshold, watching Chun Yufeng return to his usual calm expression, it was difficult to see what kind of thoughts he was harboring, whether he saw the back view or not Front, if you see the front, if it is true, why did Chun Yufeng hide it, maybe he thought too much, Chunyu Gurui died two years ago, that person just looks alike.

While speculating and hesitating, Xiao Er walked in and broke their silence. The good wing on the south side had already been packed, and asked them if they wanted to move in.

Chunyufeng didn't even look at Zizhou, he walked out of the room first, and Zizhou followed closely behind with the support of Fu Zhi.

While walking, Zizhou took a meaningful look at Fu Zhi, and Fu Zhi understood, and wrote two words on his arm, "No!" Zizhou breathed a sigh of relief, but he always felt a needle stuck in his heart , I feel uncomfortable all over.

Under Xiao Er's lead, they went down to the second floor, looking at the dark sky outside and the bustling market, Zizhou asked casually: "It seems very lively outside?"

Xiao Er, who was walking in front, said, "Young Master, I don't know something. To celebrate the blooming of the epiphyllum, there will be a lantern festival in the city for seven consecutive days!"

While speaking, they had already passed through the restaurant in front to the courtyard at the back. Zi Zhou stopped suddenly and called Chun Yufeng in front of him: "Father! I want to go to the Lantern Festival."

Chunyufeng turned his back to Zizhou, and said: "You are too weak, go back and rest early, and you have to catch the waterway tomorrow morning." With a series of movements, there was a bit of cruelty for no reason.

Seeing Xiao Er at the side, he slandered that there is such a ruthless Lao Tzu in the world, and that his son is so sick that he would do this without worrying or anxiously.

"Fu Zhi! If he won't go, you go with me." Zi Zhou said angrily, his pale sick face turned red with anger.

Fu Zhi's face turned blue and pale for a while, looking at Chunyufeng and then at Zizhou, he was confused: "Young...Master!" It was their slaves who suffered when they lost their temper.

Several people were in a stalemate, and the second child at the side was a little interested, waiting to see whether the father had beaten the son, or the son had beaten the father.

After a long while, Zi Zhou said slowly to Fu Zhi: "You don't go! I will go by myself!" As he spoke, he shook off Fu Zhi's hand and walked back. After walking a few steps, his feet suddenly felt pain, and his figure fell, Then he fell into the arms of Chunyufeng who was approaching quickly, and Chunyufeng's sighing voice rang in his ears: "What should I do with you?"

Chunyufeng couldn't hold back Zizhou in the end, so he ordered Fuzhi, and Imperial Physician Wang stayed to manage the room, bringing only two guards with knives.

The lotus lanterns on both sides of the long street look like a long dragon from a distance, and the scattered Kongming lanterns in the sky line the dark night sky with stars.

Zi Zhou dragged Chun Yufeng to a small stall selling Buddhist beads. Seeing that they were dressed in extraordinary clothes, the stall owner tried his best to sell them.

Under the mottled lights, Zi Zhou looked at the rows of Buddhist beads that glowed with strange light and different textures, and planned to buy a bunch of them for the person next to him, as a thought before he died.

Under the yellow halo, Zizhou's gentle and haggard side face was faintly hidden. Chunyufeng stretched out his hand to smooth the hair blocking Zizhou's eyes, and his voice softened inadvertently: "Zhouer likes Buddhist beads?"

Zizhou hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Whatever you want, I will send you back."

"It's yours, not mine. I'm annoyed by the things there!"

"Not all my things are yours" blurted out the words, looking at Zizhou who had not lost his strength, he had no choice but to swallow it back.

At this time, the stall owner huddled together when he heard the facial expressions and laughed, and said: "The young master is right, you have to buy the things yourself to be satisfied." He paused, staring at the mouse eyes and said mysteriously: "I There is a rare thing, the young master will definitely like it when he sees it." He took out a long mahogany box from the bundle, and opened it under Zizhou's dazed gaze, and a string of old wooden Buddhist beads was spread on the yellow brocade.

"What's the point? I don't think there is anything else good," Zizhou said disapprovingly.

"Uh... young master, this is why you don't understand that agarwood is the most expensive Buddhist bead, and this string is made of moist, high-quality agarwood, carefully polished, and 36 wooden beads of the same size and weight." Said. He weighed the wooden box in his hand: "It is light in weight when held in the hand, and the oil is contained in it, moisturizing and comfortable, and the fragrance is overflowing in the nose, and the fragrance is touching and long."

"Really?" Zizhou took the wooden box from the stall owner with a skeptical look, took out the Buddhist beads and sniffed them carefully: "Mmm...it really smells good!"

The stall owner stared at two mouse-like thieves, adding icing on the cake: "When the temperature rises and smells carefully, it is fresh and charming, but at room temperature it is elegant and sweet. In short, its fragrance is mellow and long-lasting."

Zizhou chuckled a few times, and glanced at Chunyufeng who was still silent as usual, detached with nothing to do with himself, and saw the hype that the stall owner said, so he said: "Just for your mouth, this string of rosary beads I'll give you a lot of money." wanted."

After saying that, he wrapped the rosary around his wrist three times, and when the warrior with the sword paid, Zizhou leaned on Chunyufeng's shoulder again: "Let's go!"

During the stroll, Zizhou took Chunyufeng's hand, and rolled the rosary in his hand onto Chunyufeng's wrist logically, then continued to stroll as if nothing had happened, Chunyufeng turned his head to the side, drowning the expression on his face In the crowded streets.

Unexpectedly, the crowd suddenly became restless, and the warrior with the sword immediately became vigilant.

But listen, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Come here... the reincarnation of the Dharma King appears... the reincarnation of the Dharma King appears!"

To avoid chaos, Chunyufeng hugged Zizhou and sat on the bank of the river at the entrance of the alley, looking at his ashen complexion and purple lips: "It's too messy! Let's go back!"

Looking at the prosperity of the market reflected on the river, and the prayer lanterns floating everywhere, Zizhou said sadly: "No! I'm afraid I won't have time if I don't come back to see Zhou'er!"

After a long time, Chunyu Feng replied firmly: "No way! With me here, Zhou'er will definitely get better!"

Zizhou leaned on Chunyufeng's shoulder, showing a long-lost innocence on his face. It was a night in a dream, the sky full of Kongming lanterns dotted the starry sky, and lotus lanterns like rainbows meandered the long street. Putting the prayer lamp on the river with a pure smile, everything here is full of beauty. At the last moment, he could see such a beautiful night in his father's arms, and he knew how greedy he was, how much he wanted Hold on to this moment, don't let it slip through your fingers.

"The wind... the island is cold!"

Chunyufeng tightened his arms.

"Feng, hold me tight...it's cold!" Zizhou said tremblingly.

Chunyufeng tightened his arms and said, "It's very tight!"

"Then hold it tighter!" As he spoke, he buried his face in Chunyufeng's half-open collar, pressed his face against the hot skin on his chest, sniffed the unique breath of Chunyufeng, and whispered like a mosquito : "Zhou'er misses you!"

Although it was a cool summer night, Zizhou in Chunyufeng's arms was like a small stove, and after he said "I miss you!", he added fuel to the fire, and saw the sweat dripping down his forehead.

Seeing that he was silent, Zizhou became even more presumptuous.Chunyufeng's breathing was completely messed up, he took a few deep breaths, and smiled for a long time: "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind!"

Zizhou smiled slightly: "It's good to know!"

Chunyufeng lifted Zizhou's chin with his hand, stared at him for a long while with blurred eyes, and said, "Don't forget, your body will recover one day, and then you will have to impose these days on me Everything I got will be doubled!"

Zizhou raised his eyebrows, a trace of beauty flashed across his pale and haggard sick face, and he said softly, "Just come, Zhou'er is waiting for you!" After saying that, he collapsed powerlessly in Chunyufeng's arms, and his breath gradually weakened.

Chunyufeng looked down at Zizhou's half-covered phoenix eyes from top to bottom. His former style was gone, and his heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss. While rubbing Zizhou's body, he kept repeating: "It's okay." Yes! It will be fine! As long as I am here, as long as I am here..."

"Wind!" Zizhou interrupted.

"Hmm!" Chunyufeng replied blankly, his eyes a little dazed.

After a long time, Zizhou's soft voice called again: "Feng!" Chunyu Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and hurriedly responded, and was surprised that his voice was choked with sobs.

He raised his head and looked into the other person's eyes, and said slowly: "Before Zhou'er died... I just want to ask a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully!"

"When you recover, I'll tell you about any problems!" Chun Yufeng said sadly, unable to bear to look at Zizhou's face at this moment.

"Have you ever loved Zhou'er...'s mother?"

"..."

Zizhou said again: "Actually, none of you owe anyone. Although your mother has done something wrong to you, how has Feng ever been nice to your mother!"

Having said so much, the other party remained silent.What else could he force, if he doesn't love him, he doesn't love him, even if he puts a knife on Chunyufeng's neck, he still doesn't love him, but he knows that his mother must love Chunyufeng, otherwise he wouldn't hate him so much.

Sometimes fate is so similar. Like his mother, he throws his expectations on the same person and gets the same end. He has always been curious about what the woman Chunyufeng never forgets looks like. Although he has no chance to meet her , but the prince she left behind is enough for Zizhou to know enough, if the woman hadn't died, it would be even more difficult for him to even see Chunyufeng, let alone die in his arms.

"Zhou'er knows that in Feng's heart there is only the dead Queen Jiade, and your son's dead prince." Zizhou finished speaking in one breath, and he had exhausted his remaining physical strength, but he could still feel that his words made the other party stagnant.

The prince's biological mother, Mrs. Zhao, died of a witchcraft incident after giving birth to the prince. At that time, Zizhou's mother was not pregnant with him. Naturally, he became the prince, and Chunyufeng never established a queen after that, leaving everything in the six palaces to Concubine Shu to take care of.

"This is Zhouer...'s last wish, but Feng just refused to answer it?" Knowing the answer, Zizhou still insisted on asking me.

Chunyu Feng pondered for a moment, then said: "Queen Jiade is a woman I will never forget in my life!"

Zizhou closed his eyes sadly when he heard this, maybe he should have understood earlier, maybe he really should admit that he was useless, knowing that the other party wanted to drive him away that year, he committed himself to a man in order to fulfill his mother's last wish Under his body, he did the most nasty deeds in the world, and even harmed the second prince and caused the second prince's mother to be left in the cold palace. He has done so many bad things, it is estimated that the eighteen floors of hell are specially designed for people like him of.

The glimmer of light reflected on the surface of the river washes away the beauty of the world, and he only feels that his filth is the only thing in the world that cannot be washed away. At this moment, how grateful he is that he died because of the prince, at least Chunyu Feng will feel guilty , will see clearly that he is not the murderer who harmed the prince.

He seemed to see a loving woman with eyes full of love coming across the river from a distance, calling out with the last bit of strength: "Mother... Mother!" Crying in a low voice, Chunyufeng couldn't help himself when he heard the heartache, He could only watch helplessly as the word "mother" faded between Zi Zhou's lips and teeth.

All of a sudden, Chunyu Feng's world spun around, hills and crests collapsed, and he froze in place holding Zizhou for half a day.

In the end, he could only murmur to himself: "If Zhou'er and you are gone, what's the point of me being alone in this world?" Before I knew it, my eyes were wet.

The lights are like beans, in the dark blue world, like thousands of fireflies, flickering and flickering, a blue figure and an autumn-scented figure cuddled together by the shimmering river, as if if this continues, it will be their eternity.

At this moment, a person jumped out of the crowd on the side bridge.

"His Holiness jumped into the river, His Holiness jumped into the river!" Everyone shouted.

The river was not deep, the man jumped down and got up staggeringly, the water just passed his knees, he didn't care to look carefully and ran towards the bank as if fleeing for his life, and the direction he ran was Chunyu Feng's direction.

If he had only looked at the man's back last time and was not sure, then this time under the illumination of tens of thousands of lights, the man's face pierced Chun Yufeng's eyes straight, and the expression of shock was beyond words.