Adore Trick of Beauty

This year's spring was cold. No matter how many years later, Nie Wushuang recalled the spring of the first year of Shengde, and only the cold wind blowing from Yinfengtai was left in the memory, and the rest were vague and unwilling to Remember.

He changed his name to Wu De, four years later, and changed his character to Saint. Maybe even he is reluctant to recall the mistake of the past four or five years, mistrusting his most beloved brother, and mistrusting his favorite woman. He was eventually a proud emperor, and under the gentle appearance, his emperor's respect made him unable to forgive the mistakes of the past.

She laughed, and the high Yinfengtai was empty, except for Yang Zhi, who followed her.

"Niangniang, the wind is strong. Go on." Yang Zhi advised behind him. On the high platform, her thin figure in a long coat seemed to be returning by the wind in the long wind. Long hair was dancing in the wind, like endless sorrow in her heart.

She supported the unfinished appendix. The dragon and phoenix were carved on the appendix. The dragon and phoenix were lifelike, but after all, they were carved in half, just like he and she. When they reached half, they could no longer walk. This is your own life. In your life, the one you love and the one you love, come and go, after all, you cannot die. Tears dripped and fell on the nine-day Xuanfeng on that trunk, and it was easy.

"Mother-in-law ..." Yang straight forward, holding her slender arm, holding back the sore heart: "The wind is strong, and when it blows, it will catch cold."

With a sigh, Nie Wushuang held his hand and looked at him: "Are there still no will?"

He locked her in Yinfengtai, and the grand palace that was to please her became the most magnificent ornate grave in the world. There was no trace of popularity in the day. The luxurious palace was exquisitely decorated like a ghost town. The wind became the only company.

She was waiting, waiting for a final scripture. The high Yinfengtai, she gradually withered in her gaze and waiting, but the imperial edict did not wait ...

Did he hesitate? Or did he want her to become mad in waiting and despair ...

Nothing is known, everything she does every day is just waiting ...

"No. Madam." Yang Zhi whispered.

Disappointed in her eyes, she held his hand, slowly stepped down the high platform, and dragged her long skirt over the white marble. This palace was so cold and as cold as nine days. The punishment he gave her did not change, but changed to another way, letting her linger in the endless void to wait for the final death.

"Niangniang, no intention is good news." Yang Zhi slowly said beside him.

Nie Wushuang's pale lips were slightly ticked. As I saw before, the sky was gray, the flowers were dark, and the spring water was a stagnant water. This is really not good news.

"Mother-in-law ..." Yang saw her indifferent, her eyes gradually showing despair: "Does the mother-in-law really give up on herself?"

Nie Wushuang released his hand in silence and walked forward slowly. The slender figure lining this magnificent palace became the most lonely painting in the world. He finally understood her despair.

"Niangniang ..." The tears in her eyes rolled down, and Yang Zhi slowly knelt down, but the people who went forward never looked back. Nie Wushuang sighed softly, she knew he was still alive, but this time, Nie Wushuang could no longer give herself hope ...

...

At night, the wind at Yinfengtai was pervasive, like a ghost crying. She tossed and turned in her sleep, suddenly, as if the sound of heavy footsteps came, it sounded so clear in the night, as if run over in her heart. She sat up sharply and murmured, "He is here." Yang Zhi outside was also awakened. He saw Nie Wushuang dressed in single clothes and rushed out regardless.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law ..." Yang Zhi was shocked and hurried forward to pull her.

Nie Wushuang looked at the dark night outside the temple, his eyes were blank, his empty eyes could not help but be scared.

"He's here, he's here ..." she said in her mouth, about to plunge into the darkness.

"Niangniang, who's here?" Yang Zhi pulled her and asked quickly.

"Feng Qing, he's here ..." She said over and over again, desperately trying to break away Yang's hand.

Yang Zhi looked at the terrible night outside the palace, his heart was sour: "Mother-in-law, Your Highness has not come, why did he come here?"

"No, he came, I saw it. I saw it! Feng Qing! Feng Qing!" She shouted into the night: "I know you are coming, you come out ..."

Her sharp voice went so far in the night, but all she could answer was the ruthless wind.

"Feng Qing ... Feng Qing ..." She broke Yang Yang's hand, staring at the dense darkness that was too thick to scream, exhausted.

"Mother-in-law, Your Highness will not come. He is in the prison. How could he come to lead Fengtai?" Yang Zhi burst into tears, pulling her to the palace.

"No, I saw it. It's not wrong. He's here." Nie Wushuang muttered.

"Mother, he won't come." Yang Zhi said again. Suddenly, Nie Wushuang screamed happily, and he could not help turning back. I saw a faint palace lamp light up in the night, and that tall and pretty figure slowly came along with heavy footsteps. All the darkness faded behind him, and the sound of the wind seemed to be less with every step he took. He finally looked up and looked at Nie Wushuang on the high jade steps.

"Feng Qing, it's Feng Qing!" She broke Yang's hands and quickly stepped off the high platform. The snow-white single clothes were like the white lotus blooming in the night, which was unbearably profane.

She flew in the man's arms, and the palace lantern in his hand fell to the ground, reflecting his face, and it was Xiao Fengqing who had not seen him for a long time.

He hugged her, and the embraced figure almost condensed into an eternal stone statue in the night.

The tears in Yang Zhi's eyes rolled down, and he looked desperately at the expressionless inner servants who followed Xiao Fengqing behind him, finally crying deeply on the floor.

Yes, Xiao Fengqing came and brought the will of the emperor.

Tonight is dead night ...

...

The red candle burned high, and in the huge palace, Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing in front of him, and stroked his fingers over his sharp-faced face: "His Highness is thin."

Xiao Fengqing smiled, and her amber eyes brought her familiar laziness and casualness: "In the prison, the food is not good."

He hugged her and looked at the tears in the corner of her eyes, chuckling: "He treats you well, such a large palace was given to you."

Nie Wushuang laughed at himself: "He is always very generous."

"My lord can build one for you, but you don't want to." He held her cold fingers and complained.

Tears rolled down silently, and she looked at Xiao Fengqing, who was smiling as usual, and slowly said, "I know all this, you can give it to me all over the world. Why do I need you to give me another lead?"

His hand trembled slightly, and he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at the appearance of the city under the lamp, and then slowly said, "It turns out that you understand in your heart."

Nie Wushuang looked at Xiao Fengqing who was a bit thin under the lamp. His pale face was almost magical, and the pride in Gu Panjian's eyes should have understood that his cruelty and ruthlessness were not the real him.

He smiled and faded the coldness in his eyes. His smile was the clarity and innocence of a man she had never seen: "Why look at the King like this?"

He pressed her cold hand to his cheek, and rubbed it lightly: "Did you realize at this time that you are in love with the King?"

She could not help laughing, and for a long time, she slowly said, "I loved Gu Qinghong, and I also loved Xiao Fengzhen." He listened quietly: "What about me?"

"You are here." She pointed to her heart. "You are me and never leave."

Surprised in his eyes, he tried to speak, but tears rolled from the corner of his eyes. He closed his eyes, clenched her hands, and sighed, "Wusou ..."

On the rainy night of five years ago, he reached out and held her down in the rain. At that moment, two similar souls were fused together. It was a stronger covenant than the covenant of life and death. She found After he, he also found her, the wandering in the heavens and earth belongs to another soul of himself.

Tears kept on, but she smiled on her face: "Your Highness, you and I will not be separated."

He opened his misty tears, popped them away, and smiled, "Yes, he won't be separated again."

The warmth struck, and the bitter fragrance of Du Ruo surrounded her. She buried her in his arms, as if the tired bird had finally returned to her nest, and she no longer had to be frightened and stunned.

"Wushuang, you are really stupid." He sighed and said, "Plain gave him Yinguo, and gave him the world of prosperity."

"Your Highness, you too." Nie Wushuang sneered softly.

The red candle shed tears of blood-red wax. On the case table, two jade cups were filled with green wine.

Fight.

This is the final result he gave them both.

As soon as it dawned, the palace man who was outside would put away the body. This was the last kindness he could give.

Long wind hunting, in front of the light palace, a light figure stood for a long time, the wind blew through his hair, the light eyebrows, but it could not blow the deep sadness of his eyes.

There was a killing in the world. What caused the jackdaw, the black bird screamed and flew over this ominous palace. He looked up, his eyes were gradually bewildered. Since then, there is really no trace except this cold palace Comforting warmth.

In addition to all these achievements, he really has nothing.

The bright candle in the palace was burning. He remembered the big wedding that day, the dazzling dragon and phoenix candle, the dragon and phoenix candle that was almost blown out by the wind, and the ominous omen of the Queen Xu committing suicide. He wrote down a long message earlier, but he didn't believe it, but she didn't.

Going around, this magnificent palace became the moment of final decision.

He smiled suddenly and softly, and laughed, two lines of tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

...

At the horizon, a faint light ignited, the candlelight in the palace finally burned out, and the blood-red wax tears flowed through the copper seat, condensing into the last teardrop. Xiao Fengqing let go of her, picked up the jade cup, smelled it gently, and sneered, "It was actually a good green ant. I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful."

Nie Wushuang stepped forward, adjusted the whole shirt to the mirror, put on a white snow-colored dress without beads, took out the Nanmu mule he had carved in his arms, and smiled at the mirror: "Does it look good?"

Xiao Fengqing nodded and said slowly: "It looks good."

His eyebrows were as vivid as the morning light shining through the window sills into his deep amber eyes, like the beautiful amber. Nie Wushuang stepped forward, stroking his eyebrows: "There is a word I never said to anyone."

"What is it?" He asked with a smile.

"His Highness's eyes are the best looking that Wushuang has ever seen," she said slowly.

His smile was gradually condensed, and his eyes were deeply moved with his long and narrow eyes. She was close to his face: "His Royal Highness should know what I say is true."

"Yes." He sighed softly. Raising the wine glass, he watched her tears gradually, and chuckled: "Don't cry. This is a good thing. You and I can die together. You know, this is always my selfish wish."

He covered her eyes with his hands and whispered, "Don't look ..."

The cold hand easily covered all her eyes, and she heard the poisonous drink in his throat, and tears burst out at last.

She yanked his hand away and pounced on another glass of poisonous wine, drinking it without looking. Suddenly, there was a sound behind her, and the figure in front of her flickered. He had stood in front of her, and Junmei's face carried the gentleness she had never seen before: "Wushuang ..."

He stretched out his hand and raised his head, and another glass of poisonous wine fell into his throat ...

With a bang, the jade cup shattered, and Nie Wushuang only felt that a dark shadow had hit the sky. She opened her eyes wide, and when he raised his head, he decided to slowly zoom in and slow down ...

"No--" she screamed, and rushed at him like crazy.

He just laughed and let her slam him insanely, with a pet on his face.

"No-you spit it out!" She grabbed his collar, her beautiful face faded, her eyes were frightened, her hands shook like autumn leaves, and she watched him slowly fall down On the ground, there were dark clouds before him, he was going to die, he was going to die ... the thought never hit her heart so strongly.

It hurts, and my heart is already beyond words.

She hugged him in a hurry, sitting on her knees on the ground, the cold gold and water bricks, and gradually cooled him. What was flowing from her body quickly, she only opened her empty eyes and looked at his smiling handsome eyes.

"No, no, no, aren't you saying we are going to die together ... Feng Qing, Feng Qing ..." Tears fell sharply on his hands, why didn't his laughter stop on his face, he shouldn't be pulling Do you drink poisonous wine together and die together?

Why is this happening? why? !!

She hugged him tightly and shivered.

"Wusou ... I don't want you to die." He smiled in her arms, a trace of blood swirling down his lips. Nie Wushuang desperately wiped it off, but why couldn't it be wiped clean and why! why!

"Wushuang, you shouldn't go to **** with me ..." He began to tremble, blood ran down from his pale lips, and he laughed in her arms: "Wushuang, you are the most beautiful I have ever seen, the most heartily Good woman ... you shouldn't be damned, it's me ... it's me who stops you and doesn't make you happy ... "

With a smile in his deep eyes and guilt she had never seen before: "You live well, with him, and Changning ..."

His voice was fading, his smile condensed on his pale and handsome face, and he finally closed his eyes with a smile in front of her ...

Everything goes to silence.

Nie Wushuang stared blankly at Xiao Fengqing, who had lost the temperature in her arms, and Tianguang finally broke through the last barrier, shining brightly, to illuminate this suddenly cold palace. Something was empty in her heart, and she pulled her body out, she hugged him and called, "Feng Qing, you wake up ... you wake up ..."

The large palace echoed her timid voice, Feng Qing, Feng Qing ... wake up ...

No one answered her.

The once lazy and smiling eyebrows will never smile at her again, the bitter fragrance of Du Ruo will never entangle her life, this cold world will never have him stubbornly asking her to stay with her, Will not run in the army, and anxiously called "Invincible ..."

No one would hold her and grit her teeth and say, "I'm born, you're born, I die, you die ..."

He left, leaving her to live in the world, never to be bound in her life ...

She hugged him, no tears in her eyes, and her heart was ashes.

The door opened suddenly, and a bright yellow figure walked in slightly. Nie Wushuang looked at him indifferently, his eyes gloomy and gloomy.

"He ..." Xiao Fengxi approached step by step, but didn't know what to say.

"He's dead." Nie Wushuang whispered softly, she slowly brushed through his messy hair, Xiao Fengqing in his arms was so quiet, his sharp features were so clear, he seemed to fall asleep, as long as he opened his eyes, Xiao Fengqing charms all beings.

Xiao Fengxi went to him silently, trying to hug him, but put his hands down in her cold eyes.

"He's dead." She repeated stubbornly, as if she could make everyone believe this cold fact.

"You killed him." Xiao Fengying's pale face was reflected in her cold eyes, and she said, "You killed him."

"I ..." Xiao Fengming wanted to speak, but was speechless.

She laughed suddenly, her laughter deep and stern. He looked at her frantic expression and said softly, "Wusou ..."

Nie Wushuang raised her face, her face was pale and scary, like a female ghost from hell, she looked at him sneer, Ming Huang's robe, and the man who admired and admired like God gave his most beloved brother himself !! Knowing that Tianjia is ruthless, she did not know that he was more ruthless and indifferent than he thought.

"Come here." She beckoned at him. "You look at him."

She smiled coldly: "Look at him ... why does he want your emperor's position, you never understand what he wants."

She carefully lowered Xiao Fengqing and wiped the blood off his lips. Slowly walked towards Xiao Fengyi, snow-white appearance, snow-white long coat, she was as cold as the ice and snow of Kunlun Tianshan: "Why don't you dare to see? He is your brother, he respects you and loves you, and finally you are against you Be forced by you! "

She approached him and grabbed his collar with a jerk. Haha smiled, and there was a strong hatred in the beautiful eyes: "You killed him, you killed him ..."

She laughed all the way to the sky. In the mad laugh, he only saw her long hair fluttering suddenly, and her heart hurt. She didn't know when she had pulled out the nanmu mule on her head and pierced him severely ...

Blood shed, and he covered his heart, watching Nie Wushuang like a madman in front of him.

The hatred in her eyes was so strong that the weight in her hand was a little bit worse, and the **** broke through the flesh and blood of his heart, little by little, pain in the heart.

The warmth in his heart extinguished, and he was motionless, watching her tears flow, blood ran on her hands, and stained the white coat on her body. He exhaled softly and said lightly, "Wushuang, you kill me."

His hand touched her tearful eyes, chuckling: "You are so beautiful like this. But, Wushuang, you are wrong. I want it, you do n’t even understand him."

He held her hand: "Wushuang, have you ever loved me?"

She swallowed silently, her hands trembling, and warm blood flowed through her palms just like his blood. The blood was spreading in front of him, and someone was screaming behind him. The guards were so horrified that they rushed into the temple and looked at the scene in amazement.

Xiao Feng held her back, not letting them get closer, and yelled, "Get out!"

"Emperor!" No one dared to retreat and knelt down. There was a dead silence in the temple. All the people's eyes were staring at Nie Wushuang's hand holding a long scorpion. Going in a little more, all the grievances were over, but the newly established rivers and mountains can only be ignored. All people are sad.

He is the emperor who has no ancients and no comers. The emperor who ruled the three kingdoms and the most sacred!

She looked at him, tears streaming down, and he didn't let go of holding her hand, the faint ambergris never made her so miserable like this moment.

"Wushuang, you kill me. If there is no you in this heavy palace, what's the point of my being alive? Wanli Jiangshan, without you, what can I be proud of ..." He held her in his arms, heart It hurts more, but it's so quiet in the bottom of my heart that I can die in her hands.

He loved so much that there was no complaint, he found out that he never wanted her to die, just like the crazy younger brother. He would rather drink the poisonous wine that did not belong to him and want her to live.

A whimper finally burst from his arms. She let go and cried loudly, and the desolate cry continued for a long time in the palace ... Everyone lowered their heads, and on the ground, Xiao Fengqing's calm and smiling face seemed to have a smile ...

...

On a long night, a narrow passage winded down. The man in black clothes was led down by the palace person slowly down the dark steps.

From time to time, he stopped and pressed his heart. The palace man in front of the road stopped consciously, and after he had rested enough, he continued on. Finally, he came into a large underground chamber.

On the platform in the center of the secret room, a corpse was placed, with eyebrows as if they were asleep.

He gasped for a while, coughed, and the housekeeper on the side asked anxiously, "Emperor, the dragon is the most important thing."

He waved his hand, shoved the papa in his sleeve back into his sleeve, and asked dumbly, "How's it going?"

The housekeeper replied respectfully: "The internal supervisor of Miyazaki said that His Highness drank an extra glass of poisonous wine, so it was a bit tricky, and he tried it hard. Success or failure depends on the meaning of God."

Xiao Fengxi nodded in silence. He stepped forward and brushed his long hand over Xiao Fengqing's eyebrows, and sighed, "Wake up. Brother 5."

Several silent housekeepers on the side stepped forward, sharply lifted Xiao Fengqing into a huge black wooden barrel, the medicine poured down, and quickly immersed him under his head.

Xiao Fengyi looked at him, coughing from time to time, his eyes were complicated.

"Lord, go up, your injury is not good yet." I don't know when Gonggong Lin came and advised.

Xiao Fengying covered her heart and coughed again: "How is she?"

In the eyes of Gonggong Lin, he couldn't bear it: "The queen still doesn't eat or drink. It's been two days."

Xiao Fengxi only felt that the pain in his heart was more severe, and he could not help covering his lips and coughing heavily.

"Emperor! Emperor!" Father Gong Lin quickly handed in the papa, Xiao Feng coughed for a long time, and then let go slowly. There was blood on the white silk scarf.

"This, this ..." Grandpa Lin was shocked: "The emperor ..."

Xiao Fengyi waved his hand: "The Taiyi said that he hurt his lungs ..." He said, and looked at Xiao Fengqing who was unconscious in the barrel.

"The emperor ..." Father Gong couldn't help tearing down: "Why didn't the emperor tell the mother-in-law that all this was fake, and His Royal Highness Rui did not die."

Xiao Fengying's brow and eyes were tired. It took a long time before he slowly said, "No, King Rui is dead. The emperor wants him to die. The world wants him to die. He doesn't die, the world can't be one, he doesn't die, how can he treat the world? Li Min's people explain? "

Gong Lin looked down sadly.

Xiao Feng rushed forward, Xiao Fengqing seemed to be asleep in the steaming wooden barrel, and a drop of tears fell into the medicinal juice, and disappeared in no time. He caressed his face exactly like his own, his voice hoarse and weary: "But the third brother won't let you die. How could an elder brother kill his own brother by himself. Five brother, do you remember that when you fell into the valley and carried away I'm looking for you. You said, Brother, you are so stupid that you let me die there alone, everything is clean. "

"But, I said, the third brother will never leave you. Why don't you understand this sentence?"

His tears rolled down. The mist filled and easily covered his deep grief. But he didn't know. The ignorant man's fingers moved, and a line of tears rolled down from his eye socket, dripped into the medicinal juice, and there was no trace.

For a long time, he turned around and told Lin Gong justice: "Go and tell the queen, and say, 朕 Let her go and leave Yingjing with Lingrui of King Rui ... Tianya Haijiao, she can go anywhere with him, as long as she Live well……"

"Emperor!" Father Lin knelt in surprise, crying: "What about the emperor?"

Xiao Fengyi finally glanced at Xiao Fengqing in the wooden barrel and turned around: "Well, there are rivers and mountains as companions."

...

In the early morning, a snow-white hearse slowly pulled out of the palace gate. Nie Wushuang was naked and had no Zhu Xi on his head, only a white flower, so pure as a porcelain, she walked slowly with the hearse. The scarlet palace door slowly opened, and everything was silent. She finally took a deep look at the heavy palace, turned and slowly walked out of the palace door.

Not far away, Huang Ming stood alone on the jade steps, and in his arms, Changning was still asleep.

He watched her figure disappear, looked down at Changning, who slept soundly, and whispered, "Changning, your mother has left ..."

...

It's another year of March in the spring and spring. A plain-clothed, chrysanthemum-looking woman was walking while gathering wild flowers. On the plain face, the city is full of color.

She took the bamboo basket, strolled on the hillside full of flowers, and finally came to a monument without a word, and put down the bamboo basket in her hand. She swept away the dust for the monument without a word, offered flowers, and whispered: "Feng Qing, I'll see you again. "

She said slowly, the wind was thin, and her voice was soft as spring. After a long time, Yang Zhi came to the distance. He stepped forward and smiled, "Madam, it's almost noon, go back."

Nie Wushuang looked up and smiled: "Don't call me a **** mother anymore, you forget it again."

Yang Zhi glanced at Su Yi's Nie Wushuang and smiled, "In the mind of the slave, the mother will always be the mother."

Nie Wushuang smiled and stopped arguing with him.

The master and servant walked back slowly. Not far away, a touch of blue shadow came out slowly, the eyebrows glamorous, like a knife carving.

"Madam, slaver heard a message." Yang Zhi said as he walked.

"What news?" Nie Wushuang asked casually.

Yang looked straight at her calm side, carefully saying: "I heard that the emperor is seriously ill ..."

Nie Wushuang couldn't help but stand still, and said "oh" for a long time. Keep going.

"Madam, three years, after the emperor has not set up a new one, the harem is vacant. The slaves often heard that the emperor has a lot of opportunities, diligence and love for the people, and he has read and played the seals late into the night, so it triggers old diseases ..." Yang Zhi whispered.

Nie Wushuang said nothing, but was silent.

"Mother-in-law, why can't you forgive the emperor? Your Highness also said at the beginning that she wanted mother-in-law ... happiness." Yang Zhi said boldly.

Nie Wushuang glanced at him: "You don't understand."

After she finished speaking, a bamboo house had arrived, and she smiled, "What delicious food did Yang Gong cook today?" The bright smile seemed to have forgotten all the past.

Yang Zhi sighed in his heart and stopped talking.

...

Late at night, there was silence in the bamboo house. Nie Wushuang was lying on the bed and tossing and turning, and the words that Day heard heard turned over in his mind again and again.

Suddenly a "click" came out of the window and she was shocked and asked, "Who is it?"

She lit a candlelight and took a picture of the outside, dark and nothing. She was relieved, turning her head, and suddenly she looked at the half-open window sill. I saw a Nanmu mule on the window sill, and on the mule was also an old purse that was capped.

Tears suddenly rolled down like this, she ran out of the bamboo house and shouted: "Feng Qing! Feng Qing! Come out! Come out!"

All she could answer was the darkness.

"You come out ... Feng Qing ... You're not dead, right ..." She fell to the ground softly, crying and losing her voice.

"Come out, come out ..."

She looked at the night and couldn't cry herself: "I know you're here, you must be ... you answer me ..."

A dark shadow walked quickly on the dark mountain road, and suddenly the lights were on.

Yang Zhi blocked the way of Heiying.

"His Highness ..." He knelt down: "The slave knew that it was His Highness."

Hei Ying turned over and whispered, "You recognize the wrong person."

"Your Highness." He fell to the ground and wept bitterly, "Your Highness, you don't know your mother has kept you for three years ..."

"King Rui is dead, and Xiao Fengqing is dead ..." He slowly said, "Promise me, take her where she should go ..."

He said, go over him and re-enter the darkness.

"Where is your Highness going?" Yang Zhi asked loudly.

"Going south and north, walking to the place where she forgot her ..." He sighed and finally disappeared.

...

On the high platform leading to the phoenix, the wind was blowing, apparently in the spring of March and April, but he was heavy. For three years, he only felt old and tired during the three years, and the grand palace was sullen day by day.

But obviously, the reports of the four seas flew like snow flakes, and every word praised his holy spirit and virtue.

Renjun, Mingjun ... he was tired of hearing.

Footsteps came from behind, kicking. He turned back with a smile, and a young boy like a pink carving stood behind him, his voice was clear: "Father Emperor! Why are you hiding here?"

Xiao Fengxi coughed, calmed his heart, and smiled, "How come Changning?"

Chang Ning stepped forward and dragged his hand: "Father Emperor, Father Emperor, I saw a woman just now."

"Oh." Xiao Fengxi held him up, and the old wound in his heart seemed to be more painful. He held his pain, hugged him, and asked, "What woman."

"She said she was my mother-in-law." Chang Ning blinked at the beautiful eyes exactly like those in her memory and looked at him.

Xiao Feng's face turned white, and he could not help taking a few steps back.

He hugged Changning and trembled, "She ... did she really say that?"

"Yes ..." Changning nodded. "She's just below."

"Father Emperor, is your mother back?" He asked.

Xiao Fengxi put down him, ran down the high platform quickly, her heart was so painful, so hot, did she come back? are you back? Is she? ...

Below the platform, a shadow of snow-colored figure stood quietly.

The sky in April was so bright that she could see the slightest look on her face, and she smiled at him slightly: "Phoenix ..." Rong Guang of that moment completely illuminated his world.

The wind blew, and the tears in his eyes blurred, and he reached out and took her warm hand: "Wusou ..."

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