Qie Shi Tian Xia

In the twenty-sixth year of Jing Yan, in mid-June, Feng Xiyun was the teacher of Qingzhou King Capital, and the people greeted him by the way.

After returning to the king capital, the monarchs and ministers had some rest.

In June, when the weather was hot, it was the time of the scorching heat, although the ice basins were placed in the palace halls, but the effect was not great. Not to mention the outdoor sun exposure, which almost baked the human skin.

However, there was a whistle of the flute in Qingluo Palace, which was so refreshing that it made people feel calm and reduced the heat.

When Liu Yun, the female history serving the Qing King, stepped up the stairs, she was hearing the smooth flute sound, thinking that the flute sound of this Lan Xizi would be comparable to the Xiao Yin of the writing Moon, but it’s a pity... At this point, she sighed, and then concentrated on walking into the palace.

In the inner hall of Qingluo Palace, Feng Lan rests in front of the window, the flute is in front, the eyes are slightly closed, and the sound of the flute is flowing gently.

It wasn't until he finished the song that Liu Yun came forward to salute, "Slave Liu Yun has seen Lan Xi Gongzi."

Feng Lanxi opened his eyes. In an instant, Liu Yun only felt that there was a pearl in the hall, and the room was full of flowers, but it was only a moment, and the glory would be condensed as if the pearl was hidden.

Feng Lanxi smiled slightly, "Why is the girl here?"

"The Lord invites the son to go to Qianyun Palace." Liu Yun replied respectfully.

"Oh." Feng Lan nodded and smiled, "Thank you girl, please take the lead."

"Don't dare." Liu Yun still looked respectfully, "Young Master, please come with your slave."

Feng Lanxi stepped up and followed Liu Yun to the Qingyun Palace.

Qianyun Palace was the palace where Feng Xiyun lived as a princess. After she succeeded to the throne, she moved to Fengying Palace. There are only a few people in Qingyun Palace, so she is very quiet.

Feng Lanxi stepped into the front hall, looked up and looked at it. It is indeed the residence of Feng Xiyun. The decoration in the hall is extremely simple, but it does not lose the atmosphere, like its owner.

The sound of footsteps came from his ears, so light as if walking in the clouds, he would not admit that this kind of footsteps, knowing that Feng Xiyun was coming, he could not help turning his head to look around, and at first sight, his lips voluntarily raised a flower Rejoicing smile.

Today's Feng Xiyun is wearing a water-blue dress with a cloth that is as smooth as water. A waist of the same color is attached to the waist, which looks like a slim waist. The long skirt just reaches the ankle, and the skirt is a pair Feiyun embroidered shoes of the same color, black hair draped, and then tied at the end with a white silk belt, plain face like jade, no fat powder, only the snow moon in the forehead as usual, such wind is like a cloud, elegant like a willow, and elegant like a lotus , As soft as water.

"What's the matter with me?" Feng Lanxi's eyes unconsciously brought gentleness.

Feng Xiyun was slightly startled, and then said: "I will take you to a place."

The two walked out of the Shallow Cloud Palace, and then passed through the long corridor, around the garden, and then came to a palace, the palace is not large, located directly behind the Shallow Cloud Palace.

"Wei Yue Xi Yan?" Feng Lanxi looked at the plaque in front of the palace, and then looked at Feng Xiyun, "Is it from the sentence "Skin Ying writes Wei Yue, Shu Zhi Heng Xi Yan"?" [Note 1]

"Huh." Feng Xiyun looked at the words on the forehead dimly, as if looking at a person who hadn't seen each other for a long time, wanting to see its face in detail, and wanting to see how the changes given to it by time.

The four characters on the forehead of the plaque are only slightly faded in ink, the slender style is elegant, and the characters are like a willow.

"This palace was built according to the drawing written by Brother Yue, when he was only ten years old."

Hearing the words, Feng Lan breathed his eyes, and his eyes fell back to the forehead. "Is that the wind writing moon called the son of Yuexiu?"

"Besides him, who else in the world deserves the name of last month's show!" Feng Xiyun walked up the steps, reached out and gently pushed open the closed palace gate, and stepped into it.

Feng Lanxi followed behind her, crossed the threshold, and at a glance, Rao was so knowledgeable that he couldn't help but be surprised.

After the palace gate, the first entry is the moon-white silk mandala hanging in front of the gallery, long and softly dangling to the ground, and the wind outside the door flows in and dances the silk mandrel, just like the beautiful veil masked by the beauty, revealing the elegant The true capacity.

After Siman, it was not a magnificent palace, but a vast open-air courtyard with flowers and trees in the courtyard, and the buildings on both sides were rare and refreshing.

With the courtyard as the center, there are palaces on the left and right sides, all connected by a long corridor. The palaces are small and exquisite, almost half the size of ordinary palaces, and the roof shape is very different from ordinary palaces. Some lines are zigzag and beautiful, like five-colored flowers; some are round and white, like pearls; others are long and narrow, like a small boat; and some look like floating clouds... very novel and beautiful, but like those myths and legends The Palace of Yuyu. In addition, there are plaques in front of each small palace. Some of the books above are "Hua Jie Mian Xiang", some books are "Heart Beads", some books are "Xiao Zhou Jiang Dies", some books are "Yundu Qianye"... All the writing is elegant, and it is from the same hand as the plaque in front of the palace.

The flowers in the courtyard are all peony flowers. At this time, the flowers are blooming brightly, scorching their beauty, white, pink, red, purple, green... clusters of flowers, dotted in the promenade between the palace rooms, fragrance array The array of butterfly dances, together with the silk ribbon dance, seems to be a fairy garden isolated from the outside world.

"He said he was long and I was young, so he was on the left and I was on the right."

While Feng Lanxi was still marveling at the courtyard, the wind whispered in her ears, and she looked at her sideways, and saw a light but real, cheerful smile on her face. Such a smile, since she returned to Qingzhou Has rarely appeared.

A move in his heart, "This is?"

"Where did you live as a kid?" Feng Xiyun turned to look at him, but he didn't wait for him to answer and said to himself, "Here is where I grew up with my brother. These little palaces were where we lived as a kid."

When talking, she had a kind of gentleness that he had never seen before, her eyes soft and tender, a little joy, a little pride, and a sad look at the ground floor, pavilion, flowers and trees. Is it because the wind writes the month? Because it belongs to her and Fengxueyue?

"You stay here."

When Feng Lanxi thought of God, he heard the soft whisper of Feng Xiyun in his ear, and when he recovered, he saw her flying down in the center of the courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, there are about two feet of ground covered with white marble stone slabs, which are paved into a circle, just like the sky falling into the moon, but if you look closely, you can see that the stone slabs are engraved with tiny marks, which looks like a chess board.

Feng Xiyun stood in the court, closed her eyes and stood still for a moment, as if thinking about something. After a while, she began to move, her toes were gently lying on the ground, her body leaps and turns with the pace, her hands are slightly raised, and her sleeves are raised. Dancing, as if dancing, as if playing a game of chess with human pieces, but seeing her getting faster and faster, turning faster and faster, the water-blue skirt twirled and flying, like a water lotus softly swinging, as light as Miao Youwan. The toes were lightly touched, but every time they were actually on the ground, there was a booming sound, but it seemed to be a dance song, and when Feng Xiyun was flying, the smile on his face was more and more open, obviously very open , As if to relive the childhood game.

After about a moment, Feng Xiyun stopped, and then jumped to the side.

A bang! The ground in the center of the court began to vibrate, and then the stones moved slowly, and Feng Xiyun apparently knew the truth, but just waited quietly.

However, for a moment, the stone stopped moving, and a hole about two meters square was exposed in the middle of the court. There were steps vaguely visible below the hole, extending to the ground.

"Dare to follow me?" Feng Xiyun looked back at Feng Lanxi.

"Is this the way to Huangquan or Biluo?" Feng Lan asked, a little under his feet, the man was standing beside Fengxiyun.

"Huang Quan." Feng Xiyun raised his eyebrows, "Dare the Lanxi son dare to go?"

"What's the difference between the presence of the Green King and Huang Quan Biluo." Feng Lan smiled, then stepped up and walked ahead.

Looking at the undoubted back, Feng Xiyun sighed complexly, and then stepped down.

The steps are very long. When you step down one level, the light becomes darker and the temperature becomes cooler. Listening to the empty echoes under your feet, there is really a feeling of going to Huangquan in the trance. The two of them looked at each other sideways and looked at each other. When they met, they smiled.

After about half a minute's walk, he finally walked to the end of the steps. Under his feet was a long passageway. On the stone walls on both sides of the passageway, a thumb-sized night pearl was embedded in each foot, and the pearl light shone to illuminate the passageway.

"Go." Feng Xiyun took the lead in stepping up.

The two walked about another quarter of an hour, and the passage reached the end. In front of it was a closed stone door with the word "rubble cave" inscribed above it.

"Do you know what is inside?" Feng Xiyun looked at the three characters and smiled.

"Gold and silver in the world are like rubble." Feng Lan breathed, looking at the three words, looking at Feng Xiyun sideways, with a ridiculous tone in his tone, "Qingzhou Feng's seems to have always seen the glory of the glorious and wealthy like dung."

"Haha..." Feng Xiyun chuckled, "You seem to disagree."

"Dare, dare." Feng Lan's expression was sincere, and the tone was just the opposite.

Feng Xiyun didn't care too much. He jumped up, his arms stretched out, he gave each hand a clap on the three words "the rubble cave", and then landed on the floor.

Rumble... The heavy stone gate slowly rose.

"Please Lan Xigong to appreciate the rubble hidden by Qingzhou Feng's." Feng Xiyun slightly turned sideways.

"It's better to obey than to respect." Feng Lanxi was not polite, stepped into the stone chamber, and suddenly, the light in front of him shone so that his eyes could hardly be opened.

After blinking my eyes, I can see clearly. The stone room is very wide. It can almost be said to be the Jinshan Silver Hill, the Pearl River and the jade sea, and countless ancient treasures... even if it is from the royal family, sitting and leaning. The richness of the country's wealth, at this time could not help but open his eyes.

"How do you say these are compared to the Youzhou Treasury?" Feng Xiyun smiled at his expression.

"Compared to Youzhou, more than ten times!" Feng Lanxi sighed for a long time, turned his head to look at Xiyun, "Since the Qing dynasty, it seems that Qingzhou Feng's has no intention to dominate the world, but why so much gold? Where is silver jewelry stored?"

"Domineering the world?" Feng Xiyun smiled coldly, and looked away from Feng Lanxi to those jewels. "In your heart, it seems that wealth and strength are only related to fighting for the world."

Feng Lanxi moved to the gold in Duicheng Mountain, raised his hand and grabbed a handful of gold leaves, then opened his hands and watched the gold leaves fall from his palms, "Because I'm collecting money to train troops, only for the world."

"Oh?" Feng Xiyun raised his eyebrows. "It's rare that you are frank this time."

"For Jiangshan Jade, I never concealed my intention." Feng Lanxi glanced at Feng Xiyun lightly.

Feng Xiyun sighed and looked back at those gold and silver jewelry. "Actually, I don't know why I want to hide these here. My father doesn't know, my grandfather doesn't know... the reason is probably only the second generation of green king. ——That is, the son of Phoenix King knows, "The descendants, all the surpluses of the treasury are moved into the palace".

"Ah?" Feng Lanxi was also surprised and puzzled when he heard it. "You really did what he said?"

"You don't know if you see these." Feng Xiyun looked at and sighed. "In addition to using some in the emergency, every generation has accumulated dozens of generations of wealth here, which is really cheap for you. "In an understatement, she gave away the Jinshan and Yuhai in this palace.

Although Feng Lanxi knew the meaning of Feng Xiyun after entering the Underground Palace, but at this moment I heard it with my own ears, and I couldn't help but get warm in my heart, but they were not used to that kind of grateful Dade, so he just smiled slightly.缱绻, the corners of his brows and eyes have tenderness. After a smile, he bowed his head and pretended to be contemplative, and then said: "Does the ancestor know that I will use it today, so I prepared it early?"

"Bah! You want to be beautiful!" Feng Xiyun sniffed him reflectively.

"It's not a good idea to arrive early." Fenglan Xidun put on a relieved look, "I've never been the only one who has figured out what other people are going to do, but it's not good if others figure out what I want to do."

"Hah..." Feng Xiyun couldn't help laughing, "You fox, the most feared thing is that someone else counts it."

This "fox" blurted out, the two stunned one, but the other secretly rejoiced.

"Then do you say it will be related to the early death of King Feng?" Feng Lanxi guessed again.

Feng Xiyun pondered, "Phoenix Feng was the first of the seven kings to die, which is considered to be an early death in terms of age, and died when he was pilgrimage. The second year after she scrounged, Wang Fuqing and Huijun also followed Let's go..." She said, glancing at Feng Lanxi, "Why do you guess this way?"

Feng Lanxi was silent for a moment, and seemed hesitant.

"Hey!" Feng Xiyun urged him.

Feng Lanxi glanced at her, and said quite reluctantly: "I only said this to you. I used to dig a hiding room in the palace where I lived, but I dug into a jade box, which was packed in a box. It was the ancestor Zhao Wang's notes..." He looked at Feng Xiyun's raised eyebrows and smiled bitterly. "Don't ask me why Zhao Zhao's notes are buried underground, I don't know."

"You must have peeked at Zhao Zhao's notes." Feng Xiyun cast a disdainful look.

The readings are mostly personal daily notes, some of which can be made public, but some are very private, not to mention King Zhao. But...she asked herself, if she found the notes of King Feng, would she read them? With this thought together, she knew she would definitely read it.

"I didn't know that it was King Zhao's notes before I saw it, but I didn't know it until after reading it, but since I have read it, I can't get it back. It's better to read it all." Feng Lanxi looked not ashamed, but frankly. It was as if he had just read a book that only he could read. "It was young at the time, and I didn't pay attention to it after reading it. I almost forgot about it after a long time, until later..." He said a tone, watching Feng Xiyun has deep meaning.

Feng Xiyun was startled, and his mind turned, and he understood, "It was after you and I saw those portraits in the Lingxiao Hall of the Imperial Palace, then you went back and read Zhao Zhao's notes again."

Feng Lan nodded his head, "The Zhao Zhao's notes are not too many, only 47, but each one is related to Feng Feng."

Feng Xiyun felt a move in his heart, and remembered the stories that Brother Yue wrote to her. "What did you remember?" he murmured secretly in his stomach. Why didn't he leave any notes in his own Phoenix King? Zhao Wang Fengji, who is in the "special show, Lang Lang like Yushan, Xuan Xuan like Zhaoxia. Everyone admires."

Feng Lanxi was silent again. Although he was worthy of reading the notes of his ancestors, he felt very guilty about the details of the notes of his ancestors, so he only vaguely said: "It's all about their old things."

"What's the old thing?" Feng Xiyun felt like a cat in his heart at this moment, only wished he could take a look at the notes.

Feng Lan glanced at her and said, "You and I have known each other for many years. If someone asks you, what is there between you and me, how do you answer?"

Feng Xiyun suddenly dumb.

Feng Lan saw that she wasn't asking anymore and secretly relieved, said: "There is a piece in that note, the time is the last piece. It is remembered that after the death of King Feng, King Zhao was very sad and wrote'Feng Feng Bi Xiao, I Although he still lives and died, he once vowed to live together and die with blessings and evils, but the same roots and sins are cast together, why is it harming the Phoenix? Moon remnant soul is broken, solitary shadow, people hanging with ghosts, mourning is endless.' "

After Feng Lanxi finished reading, Feng Xiyun was stunned.

"Although the roots are the same, why do you harm Phoenix? This sentence is obviously strange." Feng Lan said.

Feng Xiyun didn't speak. In fact, this piece of reading is just a few words, and it is more than this one, which also confirms another thing. Thinking, she could not help looking at Feng Lanxi, her eyes touching the Moyu between his foreheads, and her heart suddenly jumped.

She and he each have a piece of meniscus with the same shape and jade except for the different colors. They have also been puzzled in these years, but they are puzzled, but at this time, comparing these notes, think about these again All are ancestral things, and there is an answer in my heart.

I wonder if these two pieces of jade ornaments are a round moon? Thinking this way, she was a little happy, but more sour and sad.

Feng Lan stopped seeing her for a long time and looked at her, then she understood her thoughts, and at the same time she was confused and complicated.

After a long while, Feng Xiyun first returned to his mind, "Forget it, the ancestors' affairs are hundreds of years away, who knows what it is like. Today I brought you to let you know where these things are, and how you want them in the future Use it yourself."

Feng Lan nodded.

Feng Xiyun's eyes crossed the piles of gold and silver jewelry and fell to the east stone wall. There was a painting hanging on the wall. She looked at it and moved under her feet, seeming to walk over, but hesitated. After a long time, she finally walked slowly and walked over to the wall, she must be looking at the picture. The painting is coexisting with the sun and the moon. It is painting the moon and the moon at sunrise, the sky and the earth are half bright and half dark, and two blurry shadows are painted under the sun and the moon. It seems that the two people cannot see clearly because the sky is dim. In appearance, the whole painting reveals a gloomy depression.

She looked at it for a long while, then reached out and touched the two figures in the painting with her fingertips, sighed slightly, and then opened the painting, revealing another stone door.

Feng Lanxi couldn't help but also came over, seeing that "the thin shadow writes a micro moon" was engraved on the left side of the stone door, and "Shu Zhi Heng Xi Yan" was engraved on the right side.

Feng Xiyun looked at the words on the stone wall in a daze, and after a while, he whispered: "He always said that he was writing the moon, and I should be Xi Yan, so he always called me Xi'er, never called me Xiyun, at the end, the father Wang simply used Xi'er as my nickname." She said while holding out her hands with her fingertips and simultaneously holding the words "yue" and "Xi", then Shimen Qing Sliding gently, a stone room was exposed.

Stepped into the stone room, there were four egg-sized night pearls embedded on the top, and the room looked like daylight, but there was no gold or silver in this stone room. There were portraits on the left and right walls. Under the portrait, a long case stood on the wall. Put something on. On the left are all portraits of men, and on the right are all portraits of women. If you look closely, you will find that these portraits are almost the growth history of women and men in the painting.

"There are twenty-four portraits here, twelve of me, and twelve of Moon's elder brothers. My started at the age of four, and the elder brother of Moon started at the age of six." Feng Xiyun's voice was soft and unusual, with With a touch of sadness, "Every year of birth, we will give each other a hand-made gift and draw a portrait for the other party, once agreed to be painted to be one hundred years old, but..."

Feng Lan took a step, glanced around, and looked at the people in the portrait.

In the first picture on the right, the four-year-old girl is chubby, holding a small wooden boat in her hand, frowning and staring, as if to say, "Come on, otherwise I will eat this wooden boat "!", the painting skill is exquisite, and the expression is extremely vivid. In the long case under that portrait, the little wooden boat in the girl's hand is only a figure, and the workmanship is very rough. It seems to be from the hands of a clumsy carpenter.

In the first picture on the left, a six-year-old boy with a clear eyebrow and a beautiful flower in his hand is holding a flower made of purple silk. His face is a little shy, and his delicate eyes seem to say, "How can I send a boy silk?" Flower!", in the long case under the portrait, there was a purple silk flower that had faded, crooked and slanted, obviously the craftsman of the flower tie was not skilled. The painting is rough and careless. The ink is dripping on the portrait. Fortunately, it only fell on the boy's face, not on the face. The only thing I was thankful was that the charm was not lost. !

In the second painting on the right, the five-year-old girl seems to be taller, wearing a light green skirt and wearing two round buns. It looks neat and clean, but the cuff is ripped and caught in hand He was wearing a wooden sword, and the expression on his face was very airy, as if to say, "When I grow up, I will definitely be invincible!"

In the second picture on the left, the seven-year-old boy has grown up, his eyebrows are more delicate, and his long black hair is hanging on his shoulders. It is a beautiful child, holding a purple peony in his hand, so The boy's expression was somewhat helpless, and he seemed to be saying "Can I change a gift?", but apparently failed to obtain consent, and the person who painted the portrait deliberately painted the purple peony very vividly.

...

Looking at the pictures, the boys and girls are growing up, their brows are beautiful, their expressions are different, and their temperaments are also very different.

The girl's eyebrows are always raised high, and her eyes are always filled with smiles. It seems that there are many things in this world that make her feel happy and fun. There is always a touch of casualness and naughty in the expression. If you are not careful, she will run far and fly high, making you unable to catch.

The boy is very gentle. In every painting, he sits or stands properly, but he always seems to be very thin, with long black hair and few crowns, always hanging behind him, his eyes are clear and handsome Beautiful, slightly sick on his face, and wearing a robe on him, people always worry about whether the robe will overwhelm him so thin.

With the growth of age, the painting skills of the painters are becoming more and more sophisticated, forming different styles.

For girls, the style is delicate and elegant, from a strand of hair to a trace of laughter in the corners of the mouth, from an ornament to the folds of the dress, all of which are perfectly prepared, as if you can see the person who painted it from the portrait With a serious look, it was the most precious and cherished thing in his heart, so no flaws were allowed.

The boy who paints the boy is casual and casual, as if he only came with a pen when he was painting, drawing at random, without carefully observing the detailed description, just a few simple strokes, but he has completely sketched out the charm of the boy. Apparently the painter knows the boy very well and has a stamp in her heart.

Feng Lanxi's eyes stopped on the portrait of the girl at the age of fifteen, which was the last portrait of the girl. The face and posture of the person in the painting are not much different from today's Feng Xiyun, and her dress is exactly the same as today. The pavilion stands in front of the white jade fence, and behind it is a piece of purple peony, with a beautiful face, a light smile, and beautiful flowers, which complement each other, but... a hidden worry in her eyes was also clearly captured by the painter In the picture.

The boy, a seventeen-year-old boy with a long body and clear eyes and a handsome temperament, has grown into a rare and beautiful man, but his tiredness between the eyes and eyes can not be eliminated. Declined, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a ruby ​​and exquisite belt on the waist, also standing in front of the white jade pendant, and behind it is a piece of purple peony, the flowers are matching each other, but the flowers are more delicate and plump, but he is invincible and difficult to support. However, there was a smile of joy on his face, and there was a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.

"This is the last time we painted for each other, and the last time we had a birthday together. The next day, he went."

When Feng Lanxi stared at the portrait, his eyes whispered in a low voice. He looked back and saw that she didn't know when she was standing beside him. He looked quietly at the teenager in the painting, with a faint face on his face. sad.

"We Qingzhou Feng's family is the thinnest among the dynasties of the Great Eastern Dynasty. Since the ancestors, there has been only one heir per generation, that is, there are occasionally two or three births. In the early death, there can only be one person left to inherit the blood and the throne. In the generation of the father king, although there are two uncles and the father king, but the uncle and the aunt died early, leaving only the elder brother Yueyue. The father king succeeded the throne After that, my mother only gave birth to me. Although I received countless wives, there was nowhere else to go. So in my generation, only Qingzhou Feng's brother and I wrote Yueyue."

Feng Xiyun moved nearly two steps, reached out his hand, and gently touched the teenager in the painting with his fingertips.

"By coincidence, I was born on the same day as my elder brother, and he happened to be two years older than me. He has no father and no mother, and I... the father and the father are busy with government affairs, and the mother... so the two of us have been close since childhood. My elder brother is very intelligent and talented. Almost half of what I have learned comes from him, but it is a pity that he is weak, and his medicine is not long-term, otherwise... today's four sons should have his share, and I don't need to As a queen, you can still get away with it."

Feng Xiyun said, a faint smile appeared on his face, and there was also a color of recollection in his eyes, obviously recalling the past with his brother.

"I remember one year in June, not long after our birthday, we also celebrated the fortieth birthday of the father. Not only the princes and neighboring countries sent envoys to celebrate their birthdays, but even the emperors also sent people, so the father. On the birthday, the palace was full of banquets, which was very lively. On that day, as a prince, I needed to accompany my father and king, and accept the congratulations from all parties, but the princess’s kimono was too cumbersome, and I would not be stupid. Sitting, so early in the morning while my brother was still awake, he called someone to put the princess's kimono on to my brother, and then I changed his brother's clothes into him. The brother was difficult to sleep at night because of his physical weakness, but it was difficult to wake up in the morning When he was awake, his clothes were put on and his hair was combed. I pleaded again. My brother always spoiled me and could only helplessly agree."

Speaking of this, Feng Xiyun smiled softly, the waves of light in her eyes were bright and unusual, and it seemed that she had seen her brother who was opposite her makeup on that day.

"My brother and I were brothers and sisters, and they looked like that. That day the Father Wang was busy and didn't find it. So I pretended to be tired halfway through, and the Father Wang always pity my brother and sent someone to send me back to rest. I quietly halfway Walking out of the palace, because it is the birthday of the father, the people in the Wangdu are also celebrating. All directions are wonderful, the four sides are treasured, and the crowd is full of fun and fun. It is more interesting than meeting the envoys in the palace. Hundred times, I have fun, where do I know his brother's sufferings. He is weak, the weather is hot in June, wearing a heavy kimono, so uncomfortable, and he accepts the congratulations from the father and the king There must be no mistakes, so as not to lose the appearance, so I was quite nervous, and I was always worried that I would be punished by the father when I was seen through. For a long time, where his body could support it, the result was fainting."

Feng Xiyun said that he couldn't help but sigh gently, and his face also blamed himself, "That day, I was really severely punished by my father, and the result was that the rumors of "Princess Xiyun was weak and sick" spread. "She turned her head and looked at the portrait when she was ten years old. "It was also since then that I gave birth to the idea of ​​looking outside. First, I often slipped out of the palace to play around in the capital, and I spent two years. I wanted to go further to see. Although the father-in-law loved me, he certainly wouldn’t agree, so I only told my brother about it, but my brother supported me. He said that I would inherit the throne in the future, Those who are responsible for the safety of Qingzhou and the livelihood of the people should have known all the world's scenery and are familiar with the sufferings of the people in order to know what they should do."

Feng Lanxi has been listening quietly, with a calm look and soft eyes.

"Because of her brother's pity and accomplishment, there was only the happy and happy Bai Fengxi on the rivers and lakes; and because of his brother's tolerance and teaching, only the wind and cloud that can control the minister today." She moved to Before the last portrait of Feng Xianyue, he gazed at the gentle brother in the painting with a smile, "The elder brother gave me everything he wanted to do but couldn't do, so I lived alone, but my brother and sister lived together ."

Feng Lanxi's eyes glanced at the hand-made gifts in the case, most of them were simple and rough, but at this time, he felt that these were heavier and more expensive than the golden mountains and jade sea outside. Such gifts are some people's life. I can't receive one!

He reached for the small wooden boat in the case, which was the first gift Feng Fengyue made to Feng Xiyun. It was awkwardly almost like a boat. After stroking the notch on the wooden boat, he sighed softly, "Lonely The Qingzhou Fengshi is not the happiest royal family."

This sigh was heavy but cold. Feng Xiyun couldn't help turning his head, looking at Feng Lanxi, seeing that he was gently putting the wooden boat in his hand back to the case with a careful posture, as if afraid of breaking it.

Putting the wooden boat in place, Feng Lanyi raised his head, the deep dark eyes were so clear for the first time, but it was as if covered with a layer of thin ice, but at a glance, his eyes were so cold, "Qingzhou Fengshi has only one generation An heir, although a little lonely, will not have the cruelty and blood of brotherhood, father and son. If you get a brother, you must cherish love, even if you will lose it soon, but the warmth will still stay "" He moved, approached the portrait of Feng Yueyue, and looked at the gentle and satisfying smile of Feng Yueyue in the painting. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch gently and muttered, "At least this smile, I never Not seen in our Fengzhou in Yongzhou, even when we were young!"

In that sentence, if the boulder was thrown into the lake, it fell heavily on Feng Xiyun's heart, looking at Feng Lan's cold eyes, and watching his fingertips that seemed to be stopped on the painting. In a flash, a sadness spread from his chest. Come on.

"The feelings of brotherhood, I have lost it in my life." Feng Lanxi finally withdrew his hands and looked away, but when he looked back, he saw Feng Xiyun looking at his gaze, and suddenly he was stunned.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Feng Xiyun first turned around and walked out of the stone room. "You can move the gold and silver outside, but don't move the things in this stone room."

Feng Lanxi followed her out of the stone room, "Why don't you take these away?"

In front of the stone gate, Feng Xiyun finally glanced at the portraits and gifts, and gently shook his head, "Seeing things and thinking, people are sad. I am alive and my brother is naturally happy. These things burned me and I buried them. Dirty, so let them stay in this palace forever."

After she finished speaking, she sealed the stone room and turned to leave. Feng Lanxi did not speak, silently following her.

The two went out in a dark tunnel. Bye-bye the sun and the sky. Looking around the courtyard, Feng Lanxi could not help but sigh: "If the palace is Huangquan, then this palace is blue."

Feng Xiyun smiled slightly, then closed his palms and slammed four times, and instantly saw four figures flying down, bowed his head on the ground, "Waiting to see the Lord."

Feng Xiyun raised his hand slightly and motioned the four to get up. "In the future, things in this palace, except me, Yongzhou Lanxi can be used at will."

"Yes!" The four responded, then looked up to Feng Lanxi.

At that moment, Feng Lanxi only felt eight cold eyes, like a real knife, sweeping with a sharp edge.

"You retreat." Feng Xiyun waved his hand, and the four figures disappeared silently as they came.

Feng Lanxi looked back at the slowly closed underground palace and suddenly said: "I won't move for a while."

Feng Xiyun looked at him sideways, "Why?"

"Because I'm not the king of Yongzhou now!" Feng Lanxi's words did not have the slightest affection, and his eyes fell towards the sky. "I will go back tomorrow, and some things should be over."

Notes:

【Note 1】Lu You's "A Short Song Under the Plum Blossom"