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After Lu Changqing escaped from Feng Prison for more than a month, Gao Jing successively issued four royal orders to kill him.Feng Qi asked Zhige to take the title of national teacher and return the Xuanjin Staff.

Tanli Palace is now the target of public criticism, but it is filled with strange calm like the surface of the water before boiling.

Xie Ji walked to the door of Fengqi's room with the food, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the scarlet petals scattered in front of the door, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.He pushed open the door, and the windows inside were closed, covered with thick curtains, and it was pitch black.Xie Ji glanced around with the light coming through the crack of the door, but he didn't see anyone, so he closed the door tightly and lit the candles on the table.

The mess in the house was reflected in the dim light, Xie Ji seemed to have returned to the small building of Doctor Zhao Mou's mansion in Handan for a moment, but it was Feng Qi who walked in and brought Qiong Ju out at that time, but now it was the former guide Those who hide here.

There was a cloying sweet fragrance in the air, Xie Ji followed the intensity of the fragrance and found the person behind the screen.There is a belt hanging on the screen, Feng Qi is undressed and lying in the middle of the red Xiaoxiao flowers leaning on the screen with his clothes undressed, his long silver hair is winding and buried in the petals on the ground, and the formerly radiant phoenix eyes are half opened and half closed.He played with an exquisitely crafted emerald jade pipe with a thin handle between his fingers, puffing out a cloud or two from time to time.

"Master...has he been poisoned again?"

Feng Qi didn't raise his eyes, and stared at the emerald mouth of the cigarette stick intently, as if it could bloom.

"My heart hurts all the time. Chi Xiaohua has taken so much, why does it still hurt?" At this moment, he raised his eyelids, and his phoenix eyes glanced in amazement, but his eyes were listless.

"Red Xiaohua can only relieve the pain of the poisonous hair, but it cannot relieve... your heartache." Xie Ji knelt down, put the food tray aside, and gently held Feng Qi's hand holding the cigarette stick, "Today I heard the news that Han Yao's son accidentally killed Wei Tu's son, while the two were fighting for...a night pearl."

"Master said it was for another purpose when he removed the Ye Mingzhu from the Library Pavilion. Is this the purpose?"

"In this way, the Han and Wei families formed a bridge, and two of the three sharp swords in Jinghou Fengyun's hands have already fought by themselves. As for Zhao Tu, I heard that Xuanyuan has been keeping a close eye on him recently."

"Master's purpose is not to win over Zhao Tu, but to separate him and Feng Yun." Xie Ji said.

Feng Qi pulled out his wrist, crawled a few steps on the ground, pointed at the wall and said with a smile, "Xiaoji, give Ah Man some food."

Xie Ji said indifferently: "Master, Marquis Qing is not here, what you see is just the phantom produced by taking too much Scarlet Xiaohua."

"Ah Man, you eat, you eat..."

Xie Ji sighed and said, "Master, these things that happened in Jingguo are all planned by you. Now you don't care at all?"

There was a knock on the door, and Daotong shouted: "Xie Ji, the king has sent someone again to ask about Xie Yan."

Xie Ji said: "Master, I'm going." He sighed from the bottom of his heart, and this time, several hours of cross-examination were unavoidable.Xie Yan is his twin brother, but he helped Lu Changqing escape from prison, and Huo Xiu, who was seriously injured, immediately went to play Fengqi to let Xie Yan in and out of Feng Prison as soon as he woke up.The current situation is quite unfavorable for Feng Qi.Some of the courtiers who acted on the wind have already begun to accuse the national teacher of covering the sky with one hand, but fortunately Feng Qi has always been cautious, and did not interfere with any of his decisions even when Liu Shen was inquiring about politics, so that the courtiers could not catch it.

Xie Ji came to the main hall, seeing the posture of the visitor, he knew that this time it would be impossible to dismiss him.

The leading official didn't exchange much greetings, so he cut to the chase and said, "Please, Your Excellency, follow me to Haojing to return to my command."

Xie Ji had a delicate mind, and understood that this was not as simple as an interrogation. I am afraid that he would not be able to catch him for a long time. They wanted to take him as a hostage and forced Xie Yan to come back.It's just that he knew this, but he couldn't refuse.

"Excuse me, my lord. I will clean up for a while, and I will follow you on the road..." Before he finished speaking, he saw the little boy pushing the wheelchair into the main hall.

Since being tied up in the snow by Lu Changqing for several hours that day, Feng Qi's legs suffered from cold, and the old injury of his hamstring deteriorated badly. After waking up from a coma, he couldn't stand up.

He didn't know when he got dressed neatly, although the tiredness was evident on his face, it was not as sluggish as in the room just now.

Feng Qi greeted the envoy politely, but finally declined the matter.After sending him away, the strong look in his eyes dimmed again.

"Master, it's okay for me to go there. Your Majesty is upright and generous, even if he wants to take me as a pawn, he will not embarrass me." Xie Ji was afraid that Feng Qi would provoke criticism from those people again, so he couldn't help but said.

"Isn't it embarrassing for you to be a hostage?" Feng Qi stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and smiled slightly, "Actually, I have many ways to bring Ah Man back, but I don't want to do it."

"As a teacher, I have been captivated by emotions and have lost my sense of justice." Feng Qi coughed intermittently, with blood spattering from the corner of his mouth, "Maybe I will get worse and worse, if one day, you see me fainting When you want to ruin the world of Great Zhou, you will kill me first."

"Master!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, there's a lunatic living in my body, he tells me every day, I'm the one who killed Mr. Qi Tong, and I'm the one who owes Ah Man, he wants to force me to death, and then occupy this body. Feng Qi looked at Xie Ji, "Although I want to hand over my body to him, I can't do that. I still have something to do, so I can't die."

Feng Qi took out the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth carefully, folded the handkerchief neatly, and put it away.

"Xiaoji, I really want to see Marquis Qing."

Xie Ji's heart throbbed violently, and the circles of his eyes turned red, "Master, you wait for me. In the future, you will hand over all your burdens to me. You can do whatever you want in the future!"

Feng Qi smiled, "Xiaoji, when you grow up in the future, you don't have to bear anything, just live happily with the person you like."

So another three months later, Feng Qi didn't care about political affairs, and lived alone on the high pavilion on the lonely peak in the east of Lishan Mountain, obsessed with the illusion of the scarlet flower day and night.This person is persevering in nature, and has never let himself down, but once he sinks, the destructiveness that erupts is daunting.

During that period, Liu Shen personally went up to the lonely peak of Lishan Mountain to visit him, and when he saw his disheveled clothes, a smile on his mouth, and an obsessed look, he couldn't help but burst into tears.Back then, the mighty, elegant and commanding sage who retreated from the army and gathered with the princes, has now become a madman who is willing to degenerate.The bit of blame he felt in his heart dissipated because of pity, but Feng Qi was already a useless person, but he couldn't call him back to the court to ask about politics.

Until this time, he knew that this cunning national teacher who had never been emotional had a deep affection for Lu Changqing that could destroy his own powerful mind. When he thought about it carefully, he realized the days when this person put Lu Changqing in Feng Prison with his own hands. Here, how tormented every moment.

After Liushen returned to the city, he restored Fengqi's title of national teacher, returned the Xuanjin stick, and gave him a seven-treasure chariot to take care of his inconvenient legs and feet; promoted several subordinates who had long been fancy, and named them high-ranking officials and rich salary , Stay left and right to ask politics.

It's the day, it's already dusk, and the setting sun shines all over the fields.

Feng Qi was wearing a deep white dress and a dark purple silk silk Taoist robe, leaning against the railing of the Gufeng Pavilion.The mountain wind blows in, the pines and blue waves fluctuate far and near, and the white mist gathers and disperses at times, lingering in the carved gallery and painted columns, like a fairyland.

Feng Qi held a thin jade-mouthed tobacco rod, raised his hands and feet, and the clouds and mist floated between the skirts of his clothes.The long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the whole person seemed to be about to go with the wind.

Ji Xiao came up with the wine, stopped in his tracks, and quietly watched his slender figure appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist.

She didn't say a word, just staring at the sluggish appearance of this once wise, wise and decisive man.

Deep love does not last long, and wisdom is bound to hurt. This person's life seems to be in line with this sentence.

Even a romantic figure like Feng Qi Guoshi can't match the word love.With her own thoughts in her heart, thinking about this, her always firm eyes filled with tears.

She walked to Feng Qi's side and called out: "National teacher."

Feng Qi raised her phoenix eyes slightly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said softly: "Ah Man is here? Ah Man is here."

Ji Xiao sat directly opposite Feng Qi, and said, "Master, I am Ji Xiao, look at me."

Feng Qi suddenly saw a beautiful woman with bright eyes and red lips sitting in front of her, she was slightly taken aback, looked carefully for a while, and then said: "... A Xiao?"

Then he smiled softly, "A Xiao is wearing women's clothes today, I can't recognize him."

Ji Xiao picked up the wine jar and raised his neck to pour wine, changed into women's clothes, and his rough movements also looked a little more delicate.She filled a glass of wine for Feng Qi, handed it over and said, "My elder brother has already told me that His Majesty wants to marry me. Marrying a Duke and Daughter of the State of Qi to the king is of great benefit to the State of Qi. Moreover, my elder brother feels that Your Majesty and I are childhood sweethearts. , fulfilled us, I must be very happy in my heart."

When Feng Qi heard her words, he took an imperceptible pause when he picked up the wine glass, and then he sipped the wine, giggling: "You just need to be happy."

Hearing what he said, Ji Xiao felt bitter in his heart.Was the national teacher, who was able to discern the details and understand people's hearts back then, really dumbfounded by the drug poison?

"I heard that it was the winter solstice, and the national teacher told my elder brother about the marriage on behalf of His Majesty." She looked at Feng Qi.

Feng Qi used his slender and pale ring finger and little finger to randomly lift up the wine glass, poured the wine in the glass into his mouth, stuck out his tongue to lick the nectar on the corner of his mouth, and nodded hurriedly without knowing why.

Ji Xiao took a deep breath of the moisture in the mountains and forests, and said softly: "Master, I have wanted to be a heroine since I was a child. I have walked the world with swords for many years, and they all call me a heroine. But in fact, I am not a heroine." Xia, I am the Duke and Daughter of the State of Ji. A heroine can not marry someone she does not love, but the Duke and Daughter of the State of Ji cannot.”

"I grew up listening to the legendary stories of a man who was tough, brave, intelligent, and famous all over the world when he was weak. I always hoped that I could be a hero like him. Then one day, I was lucky enough to meet him.”

"Only seeing him did I realize that not all heroes are unsmiling. There are also cunning and funny heroes like him in the world."

When Ji Xiao said this, he couldn't help smiling, but tears had already silently covered his cheeks.

Feng Qi kept shaking the wine in the glass, but didn't drink it for a long time.The shaking of the wine glass concealed the trembling of the fingertips.

"What he insists on, I am willing to persist with him. What he protects, I am willing to protect with my life. As long as the burden on him can be lightened, as long as he can live better..."

Ji Xiao suddenly leaned forward, Feng Qi had to turn his face to avoid her delicate red lips.

It's just a subtle dodge, Ji Xiao has already noticed, and the hazy mood is swept away, and he smiles sweetly.

——It turns out that the national teacher is not crazy, he just...doesn't want to wake up yet.

She jumped off the railing, turned her back to Feng Qi, and bid farewell, "My lord, take care of yourself."

...Amao, take care of yourself.

It wasn't until her back disappeared that Feng Qi slowly put away the dull smile on his face, with a complex and unspeakable look in his eyes.The wine in the glass was so bitter that it was impossible to take another sip.

Feng Qi sat for a while, and when he raised his head, the sky was very dark, and a shooting star was flying across the sky.He stared at the crumbling stars in the sky, nine wilds, five stars, eight winds, twenty-eight mansions, the years passed, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed, and the sky was restored. For the first time, he felt that the will of heaven was so difficult to comprehend, and how insignificant human beings were. .

The mountain wind made Feng Qi very cold, and he suddenly felt discomfort in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, there was a pool of blood.

Seeing the blood, he seemed to feel that the crime had been alleviated, but when he thought of his wanton damage to the body, subconsciously, he was probably looking forward to an early death to escape responsibility, and he felt that the crime had aggravated.

How long do you want to escape?

Hiding in the hopeless illusory dreamland, I am not even as good as a woman!

Feng Qi grasped the railing tightly with both hands, and tried his best to prop up his body with his limp feet.As soon as his hands were relaxed, the excruciating pain in his ankle made him fall to the ground.

A layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his legs twitched in pain.He gritted his teeth, pouted his buttocks, landed on all fours, climbed up again in an unprecedented indecent posture, and pulled himself up again with his hand on the rail.

The muscles and bones of his feet had already been frozen in the ice and snow that day, and he couldn't bear the weight and kept twitching. As a result, he fell down again.Feng Qi pushed the railing away angrily, turned over and got up on his knees, propped up one leg and swayed to stand again.After repeating this more than a dozen times, he finally staggered to his feet.

He stood in an ugly posture with his feet slightly apart, but he stood up anyway.Feng Qi smiled slightly, closed her phoenix eyes that were stung by sweat, and breathed in the late night mountain wind.

The wind swelled up his clothes and fluttered his silver hair, like strands of silvery white moonlight scattered on the towering rock pines.

Xie Ji stood at the foot of the high pavilion, keeping his head up, watching the man stand up, fall down, stand up again, fall down again...

Seeing that he finally stopped at this moment, his slender and lonely figure stood on the top of Donggu Peak, and the dark sky behind him kept flashing shining meteors.Xie Ji's vision became more and more blurred, he raised his hand to touch it, and his hand was full of tears.

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