Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: The Finale

Dadong Jingyan twenty-seven years, winter.

One morning when the red plum blossoms were blooming and the dawn was cold, Feng Xiyun, Queen of Qingzhou, and Feng Lanxi, King of Yongzhou, came to Lingxiao Hall.

After more than ten years, the two stepped into the Lingxiao Palace again.

Push open the palace door, everything remains the same in Lingxiao Palace, and the people in the portraits on the wall are the same as before, but the people looking at the portraits are no longer the immature teenagers of the past.

The two people in front of the painting have changed their faces, moods, and identities from the past. At this moment, they are the kings of a state, holding half of the country in their hands, and the world is at their fingertips.

Looking at the ancestors on the portraits, looking at those heroes who are still in glory, and looking at Dadong today, both of them couldn't help feeling emotional.

"Over six hundred years have changed Dadong's face beyond recognition, but they who founded the Dadong Dynasty didn't know that they will always be in their prime in the portraits." Feng Xiyun sighed softly.

"It can't be said that I don't know it at all." Feng Lanxi said, "Emperor Wei Lie dared to establish a king and divide the country back then, or he had already expected in his heart that there would be today's situation."

Feng Xiyun looked sideways at him when she heard the words, and her eyes fell on the black moon on his forehead, "Then our ancestors would never have expected us to have today."

Feng Lanxi was stunned, looked sideways at her, and looked at the jade moon on her forehead, and couldn't help but feel dazed.

There was a moment of silence in Lingxiao Palace.

Among the nine portraits, the only woman is the first generation Queen of Qingzhou, Feng Duying, and the handsome and stunning one is Fengji, the first generation King of Fengguo.

At this moment, Feng Duying and Feng Ji in the painting are in white clothes and black clothes, and Feng Xiyun and Feng Lanxi in front of the painting are also white clothes and black clothes. Over the past six hundred years, many people and things have been turned into smoke, and even the country will change dynasties, but there are also some that have not changed like fate.

Feng Duying and Feng Ji Qingshang separated more than 600 years ago, but they never imagined that more than 600 years later, their descendants would renew their love, and the separated pair of biyue and moon would meet again. day.

The person in the painting is looking at the person in front of the painting, and the person in front of the painting is looking at the person in the painting, just like two sides of a mirror, vaguely similar, but absolutely opposite.

In the painting, they met each other when they were young, to conquer the world, to sit on the mountains and rivers, and share good fortune and misfortune with one heart all their lives. What about us?

The two looked at each other sideways, seeing the little doubt deep in each other's eyes.

Their two kings are synchronized today, but can they fight side by side when sweeping the Liuhe like they did more than 600 years ago, and share the world after the country is unified?

Suddenly, the bet from ten years ago flooded into the hearts of the two of them.

"A loser can never turn his back on a winner!"

So, who loses? Who wins?

No matter the adversity and hardship, they may be inseparable for a lifetime?

At that moment, the two were puzzled and confused.

Standing still for a long time, Feng Xiyun shifted his eyes to the last portrait on the right, looked at the back of the man in the painting, and sighed: "The Qing Huijun in the painting has his back to the world, can he not face the world or not?" Wishing to face the world, even if he thinks about it, he can't figure it out." When she sighed like this, thinking about herself, she could vaguely understand this ancestor's contradictory mood in her heart.

Feng Lanxi heard the words, thinking of the battle at Luoying Mountain, her heart tightened immediately, she turned her eyes to look at Feng Xiyun, seeing the pity on her face, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

She was taken aback and looked sideways at him.

"Today we fought side by side, and he ruled the world side by side with us. A hundred years later, we will stand together in the Hall of Ling Xiao and laugh at the future generations." He held her hand tightly and said.

Her heart trembled slightly, and all kinds of complicated emotions surged out instantly. Looking at the pair of pure black and deep eyes on the opposite side, after a long while, she finally agreed softly: "In this life, I will never turn my back on you."

Feng Lanxi's heart relaxed when she heard the words, but she didn't let go of her hand, "Let's go, it's time to hit the road."

"Yes." Feng Xiyun nodded.

The door of Lingxiao Temple closed again, and the two left hand in hand, embarking on their own journey and creating their own legend.

It is just that the world is fickle, and the vicissitudes of life can be changed in a blink of an eye.

One saga is over and another is beginning.

(End)