Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

Qi Xin's hands trembled slightly, as if a shattered cry escaped from his throat, his mouth was blocked for some inexplicable reason.

"Look... hope..."

"Dragon Tongue..."

He tightly gripped the long knife called Dragon Tongue, the blade was embedded in the palm of his hand, but pierced every inch of his heart.

He endured the bone-gouging pain, and the dragon tongue wanted to reach his chest.

Qi Xin pressed his shoulder desperately, "Let go. Hope... don't die! I don't allow you to die!"

He frowned when he heard the words, and looked away from Qi Xin's face, "There is no reason and no effect... You have no reason to tie me up. Ji Guo is dead, and I am perish..."

There was no wave in his eyes, and Qi Ran smiled lightly.

"There is no cause and effect! Look, you look at Gu...Gu is the little boy you sheltered in Fengxuekou when you were ten years old! Because Gu...you had a serious illness when you were ten years old. Looking at... You don't remember Gu, but Gu never dared to forget you."

"Look, you are the only one... who can make Gu feel warm."

Qi Xin stared at him steadfastly, he held his breath, his pupils trembling.

Ten years old...he didn't remember.

In the midst of the fire, what Qi Xin saw was such a pair of weak and tired faces, which were not very beautiful, and had already lost those proud and frosty eyes.

The dragon tongue slammed into the ground, splashing water droplets wrapped in blood.Soon, a downpour washed away the blood and filth.

"Servant, that Marquis Fengyang has been staying in the Mingguang Palace for the past few days, yet the King never leaves and takes care of him personally."

Chu Ai listened to the gossip from the servant girl below, and broke off a sprig of osmanthus flower with bare hands.

The man in the distance was wearing a glazed green open-fronted gown, his footsteps were moving lightly, and his figure was swaying, as if he was stepping on the stamens of water mist, followed by a few little eunuchs who love to tell tales, the little eunuchs nodded and bowed in agreement with.

He paced to the front of the corridor, turned back and walked back, suppressed his smile, looked at the sandalwood back screen in the palace in a neutral manner, finally dismissed all the palace people below, and went straight into the inner hall.

Step by step, he looked around, and when he climbed up the stairs, he smelled the fresh scent of acacia.The tapestries and carpets were new and freshly washed.The refurbished palace, the scene of fighting has never been seen.

Jianyun's private house.

In the dark passage, Cang Lizi held a torch, and the faint flame illuminated a face hidden in the gloom.

Canglizi didn't seem to have any sadness in his eyes, he still smiled calmly.

Shang Yun recognized the proud aura in the brows of the person in front of him.

"Brother Yun, I lost... there is no consonance grass, brother Yun, you..."

Shang Yun put his hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him, shook his head, "Brother Jing, you have done enough."

Shang Yun turned his gaze to the criss-crossed secret passages in the distance. Outside Jian Yun's private house, Zhou Rao's Forbidden Legion surrounded him, making it impossible to get through.

Cang Lizi held the torch, the lightly fluttering flames drifted away and fell down.

Cang Lizi was smiling this way.

"I have already resigned from Master."

"Master..." Cang Lizi raised his head, put his arms around Shang Yun's waist, and then buried his proud head on the chest of the person in front of him.

Shang Yun tightly circled the person in his arms, and said with a smile: "Master will not oppose us anymore. Let's go, the sky is high and the sea is wide, wandering around."

A contented smile flashed across Shang Yun's calm eyes.

Hearing this, Canglizi raised his eyes and twisted the waist of the person in front of him, pretending to be sullen and said: "Just want to go out and roam around?"

Cang Lizi frowned, Shang Yun dared not offend him.

"Of course it is to travel with the king, life and death are bound together."

"Brother Jing, forget about the past."

Shang Yun lowered his head, the affection in his eyes turned into the morning breeze, caressing Cang Lizi's heart that had always been riddled with holes.

Canglizi's nose was a little sore, and he reached out to hold Shang Yun's arm.

It turned out that Brother Yun knew all about it.

Brother Yun knew that he was born in the royal family of Zhai and Wei, and was humiliated by his respected father. He knew the heartbeat that came back to life the moment he stepped into the Tingjie Mountain, and knew that he was rekindled in an instant after he was washed away.

Canglizi closed his eyes, the dark and filthy palace had already bid farewell to him, since the moment he fled when he was a child.

"Okay." Even if the scenery is no longer in the future, and he returns to the market, he still has to adapt to the ordinary and poor rural life.

Cang Lizi smiled heartily.

Cang Lizi squinted his sly eyes, and patted Shang Yun's shoulder vigorously, "It's been too long, I want to go to the countryside to eat simple food."

Cang Lizi and Shang Yun looked at each other and smiled.

The world is unified——Zhou Rao won the territory in troubled times, and all the people surrendered.

Five years later, the little prince was still being taught by the Taifu.

The feast time is approaching, Feng Yanghou ordered the palace servants to take the little prince to Ming Guang Hall for dinner, and sat alone in the courtyard of Li Qing Hall.

In the courtyard, winter is about to leave, and Hanmei is still proud of the snow.

The dark brown robe was still wet, Qi Xin bumped into the plum tree because of a momentary distraction, causing a tree of plum blossoms to weigh on his shoulders.

Qi Xin turned away in some embarrassment, her clothes embroidered with five-clawed glass dragons were a little messy.

Seeing this, he chuckled and raised his head unkindly, jokingly, "Be careful, Your Majesty!"

His clear voice rang in Qi Xin's ears, Qi Xin followed the sound, and his voice became hoarse for a while, "Look, am I very useless..."

The current Qi Xin is no longer that lofty monarch, sometimes, he would helplessly tug on his sleeves, like a child who has lost his treasure.

He helped Qi Xin to the stone bench and sat down, "The emperor has calmed the troubled times, and I hope that he and the people of the world are very grateful. We will keep in mind the good policies that the emperor implemented for governing the country."

As he said that, he casually brushed off the petals of the winter plum on Qi Xin's shoulders. Qi Xin grabbed his hand and said foolishly, "Look...you...you look so pretty."

He smiled lightly.

The next day, Qi Xin tore off a piece of fabric from the curtain, drew Feng Yanghou's handsome face with ink, and hung it on the top of the bedpost day and night, always waking up from sleep with a smile.

Ten years, in the blink of an eye.Today's Su Yu has grown into the king worshiped by hundreds of officials in the Golden Luan Hall - Emperor Jing.

Su Yu has a very young face, clear pupils, finely crafted chin, thin lips tightly closed, and his expression when he is severe is like his father.

Today, Emperor Jing paid a visit to the Supreme Emperor in the Mingguang Hall.The aged Eunuch Zhang huddled on the bed in a dragon robe, and then rolled on the ground in shock from the face of the visitor.

"Where is Father..."

"Madam, the emperor..." Eunuch Zhang passed out with his shoulders shaking.

"No! Come on, stop them!" Su Yu suddenly turned around, ran out quickly, and shouted in panic to the twelve teams of hidden guards in the palace.

The brocade clothes are light and elegant, and the manner is elegant.This is the Taifu who educated himself since childhood.

Dressed in a dragon robe, with a hippie smile.This is the father who buried him since he was a child.

Su Yu stared at the portrait on the sandalwood table, the veins on his forehead twitched.

Today, these two people took advantage of their enthronement ceremony to slip away together, and even the twelve hidden guards couldn't catch them.

"Come here! Send the order, and the whole city will arrest you!" Su Yu's heart was full of depression, his complexion became more and more serious, and his fingers clenched the edge of the sandalwood case made a crisp sound of "click, click, click".

Many years later, Feng Yanghou and the Supreme Emperor worked as ordinary people in Yancheng, thousands of miles away from Qianyang.

There, when he was busy, he taught students in private schools, and when he was free, he looked at the mountains from the top of the restaurant, which was very pleasant and interesting.

"Shopkeeper, the wine delivery man is here!"

In the restaurant's inner hall, the waiter greeted the diners who came in and out, and saw the ox cart carrying wine outside the restaurant, and immediately shouted at the shopkeeper who was still clattering and thinking about the golden abacus.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the window, looking down. The drunk in rough linen was holding a jar of wine, lying leisurely among the stacked wine jars, waiting for the old cow pulling the cart to stop slowly, and then carried He took the silver bag handed over by the shopkeeper with his eyes.

"Thanks, I'll make two more deliveries next time." The shopkeeper patted the drunk man on the shoulder. The drunk man in front of him was disheveled and unshaven. Single regulars.

The drunk shook his head, grinned, and raised his head to drink another jar of sake.

The bullock cart turned around, and the bell on the old cow's neck jingled.

He looked at the drunken man in the restaurant from afar, his bright eyes rolled, and then he tiptoed and flew off the window lattice.

"Let's go, it's time to go home." He casually picked up a jug of wine and turned towards the drunk.

The drunk grinned his teeth, and when he looked up, he was clearly a sloppy overlord.

A sip of light wine entered his throat - he couldn't help opening his mouth leisurely.

"Get off the horse and drink the king's wine, and ask the king what it is.

The king was speechless and returned to Nanshan.

But don't ask again, when the white clouds are endless. "

The bell of the mountain temple was knocked up at this moment, and the faint sound spread far, far away among the entire mountain gate.