Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Twelve, a line between sorrow and joy 5

In Yingshou Palace, Jiuyao stood blankly for a long time, then bent down to pick up the purple peony plant, and found a flower hoe, and planted the purple peony in the flower bed in the courtyard. Sprinkle some water, wash off the dust on the petals, look at the peonies standing tall and graceful in the soil, and think that maybe next year, this flower bed will be full of purple flowers, but where will he be next year? ?

Clapping his hands, he turned and walked out of Yingshou Palace.

Passing through many courtyards and palaces, I came to Fengying Palace. Looking up at the magnificent palace in front of him, he thought that he had heard someone say that the layout and interior decoration of this palace were compared with the Fengying Palace in the Imperial Palace. In fact, it is not only Fengwang Palace, but I heard that the palaces of other states are also compared with the palaces where the kings once lived in the imperial capital. It is still unknown how the history books will evaluate the founding king of Dadong in the future, but the affection he treats his younger brothers and sisters is indeed true. Nothing to say.

The guards and attendants in front of Fengying Palace were all stunned when they saw the people standing in front of the steps. They naturally knew that this was Lord Qinghui, but although Lord Qinghui was the husband-in-law of King Feng, he had never been to Fengwang. Shadow Palace. For a while, he was still hesitating whether to report to Feng Wang first or welcome him directly into the queen's palace, when Jiuyao had already stepped into the palace gate.

Although Jiuyao had never been to Fengying Palace, he could already hear the sound of birdsong. Following the sound, he walked inside, and soon arrived in front of Feng Duying's bedroom.

There is a tall plane tree in the courtyard in front of the hall, and a beautiful big bird with a green body lives on the tree. A pair of golden pupils are shining brightly, and the gaze is like cold electricity. Seeing Jiuyao approaching, the blue bird spread its wings and flew down towards Jiuyao, singing "嗄嗄" at him, very affectionate.

Looking at the blue bird, Jiuyao couldn't help but smile slightly, "Unexpectedly, we will meet again." Over a year, the little bird on the Dongming Sea has grown into a big bird, and now it is three feet long More than enough, with plump wings and sharp mouth and iron claws, it has the demeanor of a bird of prey.

The blue bird sang and flew around him several times, as if welcoming him.

"Okay, okay." Jiuyao smiled and waved his hand, and the blue bird flew back to the plane tree.

Passing through the courtyard, stepping up the steps, from the open door of the palace, you can see the man sitting on the bed in a daze, the aloof posture of sitting with the sword in his arms, instantly burned Jiuyao's eyes, his chest seemed invisible The sharp blade churned, and there were bursts of tearing pain, but no blood could be seen.

Feng Duying was startled by the sound of footsteps. She raised her head and glanced at Jiuyao who was standing at the door. Immediately, her hand holding the sword tightened. For a long time.

Jiuyao stepped into the hall and walked slowly to Feng Duying.

The attendants who had been following Jiuyao from the front of the palace quietly glanced into the palace, seeing that the expressions of both of them were calm, thinking that the queen would not blame them, they quietly retreated.

The two people in the hall, sitting and standing, were speechless for a while.

Looking at the sword in Feng Duying's arms for a long time, a phoenix is ​​carved on the simple blue scabbard. A bright red gemstone like blood is embedded in the phoenix's eyes. The shape is lifelike, as if it will spread its wings and fly away at any time. Soar through the nine heavens and look at everything. When Ri Dongming Haizhong rescued her, she was still holding the sword tightly in her hand in a coma, presumably it was the Fenghen Sword.

With this sword, she conquered the world and made great achievements. She also used this sword to end the life of her only relative.

This is a sword that kills, a sword that drinks countless blood!

The world-renowned Feng Wang just hugged her sword like he was hugging her half body.

Jiuyao's heart suddenly felt sour, and a feeling of pity welled up spontaneously.

"I don't hate you."

In the silent palace, a long-distance sound suddenly sounded, like water dripping into a deep pool.

Feng Duying trembled slightly, shifting his eyes to look at him, the person who caught his eye was white in a corner of his open robe, with sad eyebrows, he looked extraordinarily thin. After waking up, he wore white, black, blue and brown, but he no longer wore red clothes. The warm and warm red he used to like was probably a sea of ​​cold blood in his eyes now.

Jiuyao's eyes moved away from the Fenghen sword, looking at Feng Duying, with deep pain in his calm expression, "I hate myself, and Jiuluo's catastrophe was entirely caused by me."

After listening to Jiuyao's words, Feng Duying didn't refute or argue. She didn't want to argue with him about who caused Jiuluo's catastrophe. It's meaningless to talk about it after the tragedy.

"Actually, I also know very well in my heart that if our Jiuluo tribe has been occupying the Guanshansuo tribe on Jiuluo Mountain, Dadong will not allow a country to have a country, and one day they will send troops to flatten Jiuluo Mountain. It's like you conquering Beihai." The pain in Jiuyao's eyes became more and more serious, "But... the Shanyou tribe is like another Jiuluo tribe. They were carefree at first, but disaster fell from the sky."

Feng Duying lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"My people simply wanted to live on the mountain without being disturbed, but overnight, the green hills were flooded with blood, and the green lake was filled with corpses..." Jiuyao couldn't help raising his hands to cover his eyes when he said this, "I can't forget that night on Jiuluo Mountain, and I can't forget the people who died on the mountain... As soon as I see you, I will remember that it was your brother who killed my people, and I asked my elder brother to remove the fog barrier. Caused a catastrophe! I watched the subjects bow down to your mountain, and I would think of the palace of the Jinbihuihuang Emperor, which was full of blood and bones! Whether I opened my eyes or closed them, those dead people are in front of my eyes, no matter Be it day or night, the grievances of relatives always linger in my ears!"

Feng Duying listened quietly, quietly maintaining the posture of sitting with his sword in his arms.

"I hate myself, I want to save my clansman, but I was the one who killed them in the end!" Jiuyao let go, with deep pain in his eyes, but clear again.

Feng Duying raised his eyes.

The two looked at each other quietly, the sadness and exhaustion in each other's eyes was clear at a glance.

Gu Yunyuan and Feng Duying can get along without scruples, and Yi San and Feng Duying can treat each other frankly, but now there is a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, entangled with kindness, righteousness and resentment, both body and mind are no longer what they used to be. He and she are the closest and farthest people in the world—husband and wife.

For a long time, Feng Duying said: "The scenery of Qianbi Mountain is good, you can go there to recuperate for a while."

Jiu Yao smiled, faintly unable to distinguish between joy and sorrow, "Okay."

After that, the two were silent again.

After a while, Feng Duying got up and put the sword in his arms back to its original place.

Jiuyao looked at the ruby ​​on the phoenix eyes that looked like weeping blood.

"If I want to avenge your brother, will you kill me?"

"Yes."

"Would you be sad if you killed me?"

"Yes."

"Will you cry when I die?"

"No."

One question and one answer, so straightforward, but the two people who are standing opposite each other with a distance of ten meters have already had a lot of joy and pain in their hearts.

"Why don't you cry when you're sad?" Jiuyao had a faint smile on his face, looking at the woman with a clear figure and simple shadow opposite, his heart was soaked in salt water, soft and sour, with bursts of fire Burning pain.

"I don't cry." Feng Duying raised his chin slightly, naturally showing arrogance.

"Fool, if you don't cry, how will others know you are sad." Jiuyao sighed softly, and there was tenderness and love in the sigh.

That kind of tone and gaze made Feng Duying slightly stunned, but before he could comprehend it, Jiuyao sighed again: "But it's you like this that makes my heart ache."

In an instant, Feng Duying stood on the spot blankly, looking at Jiuyao in astonishment.

But Jiuyao turned around and left, and said wistfully: "Looking up at a hundred birds flying, big and small will fly together. There are so many mistakes in personnel, and you will always look at you!" [Note ○8]

Feng Duying in the hall stared blankly at the distant figure, his mind was full of chaos, he couldn't figure it out, and the cutting was still chaotic.