Qie Shi Tian Xia Chapter 28: Weiyue Xiyan, the past is far away

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In the twenty-sixth year of Jingyan, in mid-June, the Feng Xiyun class took part in the Qingzhou King's Capital, and the people greeted him by the road.

After returning to the royal capital, the monarchs and ministers had a rest.

In June, the weather was very hot and it was the time when the heat was too intense. Although ice basins were placed in the palace rooms, the effect was not great. Not to mention the outdoor sun exposure, it could almost bake a person's skin. .

In the Qingluo Palace, there was a sound of flute, and the wisps of it were clear and windy, which made people feel calm and reduced the heat.

When Liu Yun, the female Shi Liuyun who served the King of Qing, stepped up the steps, she was hearing the clear flute sound, thinking that the flute sound played by the son of Lanxi was comparable to the sound of the Xiao Yue son, but it was a pity ... Thinking of this, she sighed, then gathered her mind and walked into the palace.

In the inner hall of Qingluo Palace, Feng Lanxi stood in front of the window, with the flute in front of her, her eyes closed slightly, and the flute sound like flowing water was overflowing gently.

It wasn't until he finished playing a song that Liu Yun stepped forward to salute, "Slavery Liu Yun has seen son Lan Xi."

Feng Lanxi opened his eyes, and for an instant, Liu Yun felt that there seemed to be a pearl falling beside the temple, and the room was full of blooms, but it was only a moment, that light was converged, like a pearl hidden.

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

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

"Oh." Feng Lanxi nodded, still smiling, "Thank you girl, please lead the way."

"Don't dare." Liu Yun was still respectful, "Master, please come with slaves."

Feng Lanxi took a step and followed Liuyun to Qianyun Palace.

Asakun Palace was the palace where Feng Xiyun lived when she was a princess. After she succeeded to the throne, she moved to Fengying Palace. Only some sweepers were left in Asakun Palace, so it was very quiet.

Feng Lanxi stepped into the front hall, raised his eyes and looked around. It is indeed Feng Xiyun's residence. The decorations in the hall are extremely simple, but without losing the atmosphere, like its owner.

The sound of footsteps in his ears, light as if walking on the clouds, he would not admit his mistakes, knowing that Feng Xiyun was here, he couldn't help turning his head and looking at it. When he saw it, the corners of his lips hooked involuntarily. A smile of joy.

Today’s Feng Xiyun is wearing a water-blue long skirt, the fabric is as soft as water, and a waist belt of the same color is tied around his waist, which looks slender and slender. The long skirt just reaches the ankle. A pair of flying clouds embroidered shoes of the same color under the skirt, black hair draped, and then tied with a white silk ribbon at the end, plain face is like jade, no powder is applied, only the snowy moon in the forehead is like the old one, this kind of wind cherishes the cloud, elegant as a willow, Simple and elegant like a lotus, soft as water.

"Why are you looking for me?" Feng Lanxi's eyes unconsciously brought out tenderness.

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

The two walked out of Asakun Palace, then walked through the long corridor, bypassing the garden, and arrived at a palace, which was small and located directly behind Asakun Palace.

"Weiyue Xiyan?" Feng Lanxi looked at the plaque in front of the palace, and then looked over at Feng Xiyun, "Is it from the sentence'Thin shadow writes Weiyue, sparse branches and horizontal smoke'?" [ Note 1]

"Yeah." Feng Xiyun looked at the words on the plaque blankly, as if looking at a person who hadn't seen each other for a long time, wanting to take a closer look at its face, and to see how time has changed it.

The four characters on the plaque are only slightly faded in ink, and the pen style is slender and elegant, and the characters are like willows.

"This palace was built according to the picture drawn by Brother Shaoyue, when he was only ten years old."

Hearing this, Feng Lan's eyes dazzled, and her gaze fell back to the plaque again, "Is that the wind written on the moon called the Moon Xiu?"

"Apart from him, who else is worthy of the word "Yuexiu" in this world!" Feng Xiyun stepped up the steps, reached out and gently pushed open the closed palace gate, and stepped in.

Feng Lanxi followed behind her, crossed the threshold, and glanced at it, and he couldn't help being amazed by the knowledge and knowledge.

After the palace gate, the first entry is the moon white silk mandrel hanging in front of the porch, which is long and softly hanging down to the ground. The wind from outside the gate dances the silk mane like a veil of a beauty mask. , Showing Xiuya's true face.

Siman is not a magnificent palace, but a vast open-air courtyard, where the flowers and trees are renewed, and the buildings on both sides are rare and refreshing.

With the courtyard as the center, there are palaces on the left and right sides, all connected by corridors. Those palaces are small and exquisite, almost half the size of ordinary palaces, and their roof shapes are quite different from ordinary palaces. Some of the lines are beautiful and tortuous, shaped like five-color flowers; some are round and white, like pearls; others are long and narrow, like small boats; some look like floating clouds...very novel and beautiful, but they look like those myths and legends Yuyu in the strange palace. Moreover, there are plaques in front of each small palace, on which there are books "Flower Jie and Sleeping Fragrance", some books "Heart Beads Ruo Xu", some books "Xiao Zhou Jiang Passes", and some books "Yun Du Qian Ye"... All of the handwritings are beautiful and elegant, and they are 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 bright and shining. They are white, pink, red, purple, and green...they are dotted in the corridors of the palace. , The fragrance bursts, the butterfly dances gracefully, coupled with the silk mantle dance, here seems to be a fairy garden isolated from the world.

"He said he was a grownup and I was a child, so he was on the left and I was on the right."

While Feng Lanxi was still marveling at the courtyard, Feng Xiyun’s whispers sounded in her ears, and when she looked sideways, she saw a pale but true, cheerful smile on her face. Rarely appeared after returning to Qingzhou.

He moved in his heart, "here?"

"Where did you live when you were young?" Feng Xiyun turned to look at him, but did not wait for him to answer, and said to herself, "This is the place where I grew up with my brother. These small palaces were where we lived when we were young. Place."

When she spoke, her face had a gentleness he had never seen before, her eyes were soft and tender, some joy, some pride, and some sadness looked at the first floor and the pavilion here, one flower and one tree. . Is it just because of the wind? Because this is owned by her and Feng Shaoyue?

"You stay here."

When Feng Lanxi was able to think about it, Feng Xiyun's soft whisper was heard in her ears. When she returned to her senses, she was already seen flying and landing in the center of the courtyard. In the very center of the courtyard, there is a white marble stone slab on the ground about two feet square, paved into a circle, like the sky is falling into a full moon, but when you look closely, you can see that the stone slab is carved with small marks, which looks like a chess board.

Feng Xiyun stood in the courtyard, closed her eyes, and stood still for a moment, as if she was thinking of something. After a while, she began to move, her toes lightly placed on the ground, her body leaped and rotated with her steps, her delicate hands raised slightly , The sleeves are flamboyant, as if dancing, and as if playing a game of chess as a human pawn, but seeing her moving faster and faster, faster and faster, the water-blue skirt spins and flies, like a water lotus flower softly open, That kind of light and graceful. The toes are lightly tapped, but every click is actually on the ground, there is a thumping sound, which seems to be a dance song, and Feng Xiyun's smile blooms more and more when he dances, obviously very happy , As if relived the childhood game.

About a moment later, Feng Xiyun stopped, then jumped off and landed aside.

Boom! The ground in the middle of the courtyard began to vibrate, and then the stones moved slowly, and Feng Xiyun had obviously known her love long ago, but just waited quietly.

But for a while, the stone did not move, and a two-meter-square opening was exposed in the middle of the courtyard, and steps were vaguely visible below the opening, extending underground.

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

"Does this lead to Huangquan or Biluo?" Feng Lanxi asked, a little bit below her feet, and the person was already standing beside Feng Xiyun.

"Huangquan." Feng Xiyun raised her eyebrows, "Master Lanxi dare to go?"

"There is a blue king, what's the difference between Huangquan and Biluo." Feng Lan smiled, and then stepped forward.

Looking at the unsuspecting back, Feng Xiyun sighed complicatedly, and then stepped down.

The steps are very long, one step down, the light gets dimmed and the temperature becomes cooler. Listening to the empty echoes under your feet, you really feel like going to Huangquan in a trance. The two of them looked at each other side by side. At a glance, when the eyes met, he smiled slightly.

After walking for a while, I finally walked to the end of the steps. There is a long passage under my feet. On the stone walls on both sides of the passage, there is a thumb-sized luminous pearl embedded in each square foot of the passage. The pearl glitters and illuminates the passage.

"Let's go." Feng Xiyun took the lead.

The two walked for about a quarter of an hour. At the end of the passage, there was a closed stone gate in front of which was engraved with the words "Rubber Cave".

"Do you know what's inside?" Feng Xiyun smiled when she looked at the three characters.

"The gold and silver in the world are like rubble." Feng Lan said, resting his eyes on those three characters, looking sideways at Feng Xiyun, with a ridicule in his tone, "Qingzhou Feng clan seems to have always regarded glory and wealth as dung. ."

"Haha..." Feng Xiyun chuckled, "You don't seem to agree."

"How dare you dare." Feng Lanxi's expression was sincere, but the tone was the opposite.

Feng Xiyun didn't care too much, and leaped up, arms stretched out, high-five each of the three characters "Rubbles Cave", and then fell to the ground.

Rumble...The heavy stone gate slowly rises.

"Master Lan Xi, please appreciate the rubble hidden by the Feng clan in Qingzhou." Feng Xiyun turned sideways slightly.

"It's better to be respectful." Feng Lanxi was not polite, and stepped into the stone room. Instantly, the light in front of his eyes shone, and his eyes could hardly be opened.

After blinking my eyes, I can see clearly. The stone chamber is very wide. It can be said to be Jinshan Yinqi, Pearl River and Jade Sea, and countless antiquities... Feng Lanxi, who is sitting on the wealth of the country, couldn't help but widen his eyes at this time.

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

"It's more than ten times more than Youzhou!" Feng Lanxi sighed long and turned to look at Xiyun, "For the past generations, the Qingzhou Fengshi didn't seem to have the intention to dominate the world, but why did it do so? More gold and silver jewelry stored here?"

"Dominate the world?" Feng Xiyun smiled coldly, and turned his gaze from Feng Lanxi to the jewels. "In your heart, it seems that wealth and military 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 leaf, then opened his hand and watched the gold leaf fall from his palm, "Because I earn money and train for the world. "

"Oh?" Feng Xiyun raised her brows, "It's rare that you confessed this time."

"For Jiangshan Yuzuo, I have never concealed my intentions." Feng Lanxi glanced at Feng Xiyun lightly.

Feng Xiyun sighed and turned his eyes back to the gold and silver jewelry, "Actually, I don't know why I hide these here. My father doesn't know, my grandfather doesn't know... This is probably only the second reason. The King Daiqing—that is, the son of King Feng, knew that, for future generations, all surpluses from the treasury will be moved to the underground palace.”

"Huh?" Feng Lanxi was surprised and puzzled when he heard this, "You really did what he said?"

"You don't know if you see this." Feng Xiyun looked at it and sighed, "Except for the use of some in times of emergency, all the wealth accumulated for dozens of generations is here. It's really cheap. You." In an understatement, she has given away the golden mountains and jade sea in this underground palace.

Even after entering the underground palace, Feng Lanxi knew the meaning of Feng Xiyun, but at this moment, he heard it with his own ears, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm, but they were not used to the gratefulness, so he just smiled slightly , If the spring breeze is lingering, there is tenderness in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes. After a smile, he bowed his head pretending to be contemplative, and then said: "Could it be that the ancestor knew that I would use it today, so I prepared it early?"

"Bah! You want to be beautiful!" Feng Xiyun laughed at him reflexively.

"It's not good to have calculated it early." Feng Lan Xiton put on a look of relief, "I have always been the only one who counts what others want to do. It is not good if others count what I want to do."

"Ha..." Feng Xiyun couldn't help laughing. "You fox, it turns out that you are most afraid of being counted by others."

The "fox" was blurted out, one of them was stunned, but the other was secretly happy.

"Then do you think it is related to the early death of King Feng?" Feng Lanxi guessed again.

Feng Xiyun groaned, "The Phoenix King was the first one of the seven kings to pass away. In terms of age, he died young, and he died during the pilgrimage. In the second year after her death, Wang Fuqinghui Jun also followed..." She said and glanced at Feng Lanxi, "Why do you guess like this?"

Feng Lanxi was silent for a while, seemingly hesitant.

"Hey!" Feng Xiyun urged him.

Feng Lanxi glanced at her and said helplessly: "This is only to you. I used to dig a hidden crypt in my palace, but I found a jade box. The box contains the notes of the ancestor Zhaowang..." He looked at Feng Xiyun's raised eyebrows and smiled bitterly, "Don't ask me why Zhaowang's notes are buried in the ground, I don't know."

"You must have peeked at Zhaowang's notes." Feng Xiyun cast a contemptuous look.

Most of the notes are personal daily notes, some can be made public, but some are very private, not to mention Zhaowang's. But... she asked herself if she found out Feng Wang's notes, would she read it? With this thought, she knew she would definitely watch it.

"I didn't know it was Zhaowang's notes before I read it. I only found out after I read it, but since I have read it, I can't save it, so it's better to read it all." Feng Lan's expression didn't have a trace of shame. It was as if he was only reading a book that he could read alone, "At that time, I was young, and I didn't care about it after reading it. After a long time, I almost forgot about it, until later..." He said. , Looking at Feng Xiyun, his eyes have deep meaning.

Feng Xiyun was stunned, and after a turn of his mind, he understood, "It was you and I who saw those portraits in the Lingxiao Hall of the Imperial Palace, and you went to re-read the notes of Zhao Wang?"

Feng Lanxi nodded, "Zhaowang's notes are not too many, there are only 47 pieces, but each piece is related to Fengwang."

Feng Xiyun's heart moved, and she also remembered the stories that brother Shao Yue had told her back then, "What did you remember?" But she muttered in her stomach, why didn't her own Feng Wang leave any notes? Remember that "special grace, bright like a jade mountain going up, Xuanxuan like a morning glow. Everybody admires it." Ah Fengji!

Feng Lanxi is silent again. Although he is not ashamed of reading the notes of the ancestors, he feels guilty about the content of the notes of the ancestors, so he only vaguely said: "It's all their old things."

"What's the old thing?" Feng Xiyun felt like a cat scratching her heart now, she just wished she could read the notes.

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

Feng Xiyun was suddenly dumb.

When Feng Lanxi saw that she did not ask further, he secretly relieved, and said: "There is a piece in the note, and the time is the last one. It remembers that after the death of King Feng, King Zhao was extremely sad, and wrote'Feng Yubi Xiao, although I am still alive and dead. In the past, I promised to live and die with blessings and misfortunes, but the roots and evils are cast together. Why do you harm the phoenix? A few sentences."

When Feng Lanxi finished reading, Feng Xiyun was also stunned.

"If the roots and evils are the same, why harm the Phoenix. This sentence is obviously strange." Feng Lan breathed.

Feng Xiyun did not speak. In fact, this reading note is just a few sentences, more than this one sentence, which also confirms another thing. Thinking about it, she couldn't help looking at Feng Lanxi, her eyes touched the Mo Yu between his forehead, and her heart jumped suddenly.

She and him each have a piece of meniscus jade that is exactly the same in shape and quality except for the different colors. They have been puzzled over the years, but they are puzzled. But at this time, compare the words in this note. Thinking that these are ancestral things, I have the answer in my heart.

When these two pieces of jade ornaments are put together, is it a full moon? Thinking of this, she felt a little joyful in her heart, but more sour and sad.

Feng Lanxi saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time. Looking at her expression, she understood her thoughts a little. For a while, she felt confused and complicated.

After a long while, Feng Xiyun regained consciousness first, "Forget it, it's been hundreds of years since the ancestors' affairs, who knows what it is. I brought you here today to let you know where these things are. How you want to use it, arrange it yourself."

Feng Lanxi nodded.

Feng Xiyun's gaze crossed the piles of gold and silver jewelry, and fell to the east stone wall with a painting hanging on the wall. She watched from a distance, moving under her feet, as if she wanted to walk over, but hesitated. After a long time, she finally moved slowly over, and when she reached the wall, she was determined to look at the painting. The sun and the moon coexist on the painting. When the moon is hidden at sunrise, the sky and the earth are half-bright and half-dark. Under the sun and the moon, there are two vague shadows. It seems that the two people cannot be seen clearly because of the dim sky. The face, the whole painting reveals a gloomy depression.

She looked at it for a while, then stretched out her hand, stroked the two figures in the painting with her fingertips, sighed slightly, and then opened the painting, revealing another stone gate.

Feng Lanxi couldn't help but walked over, and saw that the left side of Shimen was engraved with "Thin Shadow Writes Weiyue" and the right side was engraved with "Sparse Branches and Hengxi Smoke".

Feng Xiyun stared at the words on the stone wall in a daze. After reading for a long time, he said softly: "He always said that he writes the moon, and I should be Xiyan, so he always calls me Xier, from Without calling me to cherish the cloud, in the end, my father simply used Xi'er as my nickname." As she said, she stretched out her hands and tapped the words "Moon" and "Xi" at the same time with her fingertips. Then the stone door slid gently, and a stone room was exposed.

Stepping into the stone room, there are four egg-sized night pearls embedded on the top, lighting up the room like daytime, but there is no gold or silver in this stone room. The left and right walls are covered with portraits, and there are long cases standing next to the walls. There are also some things on the case. On the left are all portraits of men, and all on the right are portraits of women. If you look closely, you will find that these portraits are almost the growth history of the women and men in the painting.

"There are a total of twenty-four portraits here, my twelve pictures, and the twelve pictures of Brother Yueyue. Mine began at the age of four, and those who wrote Yueyue began at the age of six." Feng Xiyun's voice was soft. Anomaly, with a touch of sadness, "Every year on our birthday, we will give each other a hand-made gift and draw a portrait for each other. We once agreed to paint to one hundred years old, but..."

Feng Lanxi moved, glanced left and right, looking at the people in the portrait.

In the first picture on the right, a four-year-old girl is chubby, holding a small wooden boat in her hand, frowning and staring, seeming to say, "Hurry up, or I will take this Only the wooden boat ate!", the painting skills are delicate, the eyebrows are extremely vivid. On the long case under that portrait, there is the small wooden boat in the girl's hand. It is only an image, and the workmanship is very rough, as if it was made by a clumsy carpenter.

In the first picture on the left, a six-year-old boy with clear-cut eyes is holding a purple silk flower in his hand. His face is a bit shy, and his delicate eyes seem to say, "How can I send Boy silk flower!" On the long table under the portrait, there was the faded purple silk flower, slanted, obviously, the craftsman of the flower tie is not proficient. The brushwork of this painting is rough and careless. The ink is dripping on the portrait. Fortunately, it just falls on the boy’s face, not on the face. The only thing that is fortunate is that the charm is not lost, and it is worth seeing. !

In the second picture on the right, the five-year-old girl seems to be taller, wearing a light green dress and wearing two round buns. She looks neat and clean, except that the cuff is torn. , Holding a wooden sword in his hand, the expression on his face is very proud, as if to say, "When I grow up, I will definitely be invincible!"

The second picture from the left. The seven-year-old boy has grown up, with more delicate eyebrows. With long black hair over his shoulders, he is really a beautiful child with a purple peony in his hand. , So the boy's expression was rather helpless, as if he was saying, "Can I change a gift?", but he obviously couldn't get consent. The person in the portrait deliberately painted the purple peony in a very bright color.

……

Looking at each picture, boys and girls are growing up, with handsome eyebrows, different looks, and very different temperaments.

The girl’s brows are always raised, her eyes are always filled with smiles, it seems that there are so many things in this world that make her feel happy and fun, and her expression always carries a touch of casual and naughty , It seems that as long as one is 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 seems to be thin all the time, and his long black hair is rarely crowned, and he always hangs behind him. With a handsome face, a slightly morbid face, and the robe on him, it always makes people worry about whether the robe will overwhelm him who is so thin.

As the age grows, the painters have become more proficient in their painting skills, forming their own different styles.

The girl is drawn with a delicate and elegant style, from a strand of hair to a smile line at the corner of the mouth, from an accessory to the folds of a dress, all of them are well-formed, as if the painting can be seen from the portrait The person's extremely serious look is painting the most precious and cherished one in his heart, so the slightest flaw is not allowed.

When painting a boy, he is very casual, as if he just scratched the pen when he was painting, and painted at will, without careful observation and description, just a few simple strokes, but the charm of the boy has been completely It is obvious that the painter knows the boy very well, and she has a mold in her heart.

Feng Lanxi's gaze stopped at the 15-year-old portrait of the girl. This is also the last portrait of the girl. The appearance and posture of the person in the painting are not much different from today's Feng Xiyun, and her outfit is similar to that of Feng Xiyun today. It is exactly the same today, the pavilion stands in front of the white jade fence, and behind the fence is a piece of purple peony, her face is delicate, her smile is full, the flowers are set against each other, and they complement each other, but... the hidden worry in her eyes is also clearly seen by the painter Captured in the painting.

And the boy—a seventeen-year-old boy with a long body, clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a beautiful temperament, has grown into a rare beautiful man, but the fatigue between the eyebrows is hard to eliminate, and he seems to be seriously ill. He is thin and faint, wearing a moon-white robe and a red jade belt around his waist. It also stands in front of the white jade fence. Behind him is a patch of purple peony. The flowers are set against each other, but the flowers are more beautiful and plump, and he is weak and sick. The bones are hard to support, but there is a joyful smile on his face, and there is a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.

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

When Feng Lanxi stared at the portrait, Feng Xiyun’s low whispers sounded in his ears. He turned his head and looked back and saw that she did not know when she stood beside him, quietly looking at the young man in the painting, his face There is a touch of sadness on it.

"Our Qingzhou Feng clan is the thinnest member of the Great Eastern Dynasty. From the ancestors, each generation has only one heir, that is to say, there are two or three births occasionally. They did not die early in the baby He died young, and only one person was left to inherit the bloodline and the throne. In the father's generation, although there were two uncles and fathers, but the uncles and aunts died early, leaving only one son with brother written on the moon. After the king succeeded to the throne, the mother and queen gave birth to me only. Although I had countless men, there was nothing to do. So in my generation, the Qingzhou Feng clan has only me and Brother Shaoyue."

Feng Xiyun moved two steps closer, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the boy in the painting with her fingertips.

"It’s also a coincidence that I was born on the same month as my brother Shaoyue. He was just two years older than me. He has no father and no mother, and I...the father and the king are busy with government affairs, and the mother and the queen...so we both grew up since childhood Just get close. My brother is very intelligent and talented. Almost half of what I have learned is passed on from him. It's a pity that he is weak and keeps his medicine for many years. Otherwise... Today's Four Young Masters should have his share, and I don’t need to be the queen, I can still enjoy the world."

Feng Xiyun said, a faint smile appeared on her face, and her eyes also showed reminiscence, obviously recalling the past with her brother.

"I remember one year in June, shortly after our birthday, and we ushered in our father’s fortieth birthday. Not only the princes and neighboring countries sent envoys to celebrate the birthday, but even the emperor sent people. Therefore, on the birthday of the father, there was a big banquet in the palace and it was very lively. On that day, as the prince, I had to accompany my father and accept congratulations from all parties, but the princess’s court attire was too cumbersome, and I would not rest in peace. Sitting stupidly, so early in the morning before my brother was awake, he asked someone to put on the princess’s robes, and then changed his clothes to dress him as him. My brother had difficulty falling asleep at night because of his physical weakness. But it’s hard to wake up. When he wakes up, his clothes are ready, his hair is combed, I begged again, my brother has always spoiled me, but he had no choice but to agree."

Speaking of this, Feng Xiyun chuckled lightly, her eyes gleaming and they were unusually bright, as if she had seen her brother who was opposite her with different makeup that day.

"My brother and I were brothers and sisters, and they looked like each other. My father was busy that day and I didn't notice. So I pretended to be tired in the middle. My father always pityed my brother and sent me back to rest. I slipped out of the palace quietly in the middle of the way, because it was the birthday of my father, so the people in the capital were also celebrating. There are all kinds of art, treasures from all directions, crowded, and there are fun and beautiful things everywhere. It is better than meeting the envoy in the palace. The minister must be a hundred times more interesting. I had a lot of fun, and I don’t know where my brother’s suffering is. He is weak, and the weather is hot in June. He wears heavy court clothes and feels uncomfortable. He also follows his father and accepts greetings from all parties. There should not be any mistakes between words and deeds, so as not to lose his manners, so I was quite nervous, and I was always worried that I would be punished by my father when I was found out. After this time, no matter where his body could support it, he fainted. Up."

Feng Xiyun couldn't help but sigh softly, and her face also reflected herself, "That day, I was severely punished by my father later, and the result was the rumor that Princess Xiyun was weak and sick. It spread." She turned her head and looked at the portrait at the age of ten. "Since then, I have had the idea of ​​going outside to look around. First, I often sneaked out of the palace and played around in the capital. In two years, I wanted to go farther and have a look. Although my father loved me, he would definitely not agree. So I only told my brother about my plan, but my brother supported me. He said that I would inherit the throne in the future. People who want to shoulder the safety of Qingzhou and the livelihood of the people, should have seen the scenery of the world and be familiar with the sufferings of the people in order to know what to do."

Feng Lanxi has been listening quietly, her expression calm and her eyes soft.

"Because of my brother's love and fulfillment, Bai Fengxi, who is free and happy on the rivers and lakes, is born; and because of my brother's tolerance and teachings, there is the Feng Xiyun who can control the ministers today." She moved Walking to the last portrait of Fengshuayue, I looked at the smiling and gentle brother in the painting with nostalgia, "My brother gave me everything he wanted to do but couldn’t do, so although I am alone, I am Siblings live together."

Feng Lanxi glanced over the hand-made gifts on 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, some people I can't receive one in my life!

He reached for the small wooden boat on the case. It was Feng Shuayue’s first gift to Feng Xiyun. It was so clumsy that it almost didn’t look like a boat. He stroked the scratch on the wooden boat and sighed slightly. , "The lonely Qingzhou Feng clan is not the happiest royal family."

The sigh was heavy but cold. Feng Xiyun couldn't help turning his head, looked at Feng Lanxi, and saw that he was gently putting the wooden boat in his hand back on the case, with a careful attitude, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

Set the wooden boat, Feng Lanxi raised her head, the deep ink eyes were so clear for the first time, but they were covered with a thin layer of ice, but they could see the bottom, but their eyes were so cold. There is only one heir in each generation. Although a little lonely, there will be no cruelty and **** of siblings and fathers and sons. If you get a sibling, you must cherish and take care of it. Even if you will soon lose it, the warmth of the past is still Will stay." He moved, approached the portrait of Feng Shao Yue, looking at the gentle and satisfying smile of Feng Shao Yue in the painting, couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch it gently, and muttered, "At least such a smile , I have never seen it in our Yongzhou Feng family, even when we were young!"

In those words, if a huge stone is thrown into the lake, it hits Feng Xiyun's heart heavily, looking at Feng Lanxi's cold eyes, looking at his fingertips that seem to be stopped on the painting, in an instant, a feeling of sadness It spread across the chest.

"Brotherhood, I'm not available in this life." Feng Lanxi finally retracted his hand and looked away. When looking back, he saw Feng Xiyun looking at him. He was dumbfounded, and his heart was filled with joy and sorrow. intersect.

The two looked at each other for a while, Feng Xiyun turned around and walked out of the stone room first, "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 didn't you take these away?"

In front of Shimen, Feng Xiyun glanced at the portraits and gifts for the last time, and shook his head lightly, "Seeing things and thinking about people only increases sorrow. I live well, and my brother is naturally happy. These things burned and I couldn’t bear to bury them I feel dirty, so let them stay in this underground palace forever."

After speaking, she sealed the stone room and turned to leave. Feng Lanxi didn't speak, but followed her silently.

The two came out in a gloomy tunnel. Seeing the bright sky and looking around the courtyard, Feng Lanxi couldn't help sighing: "If the underground palace is a yellow spring, then this palace is a blue sky."

Feng Xiyun smiled slightly, then clapped her palms together and snapped four times. In an instant, she saw four figures flying down, bowing her head and kneeling on the ground, "The minister waits to see the Lord."

Feng Xiyun raised his hand slightly and motioned to the four of them to get up, "From now on, the things in this underground palace, except me, Yongzhou Lanxi can use at will."

"Yes!" the four of them answered, then looked up at Feng Lan Xi.

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

"Retreat." Feng Xiyun waved, and the four figures disappeared silently as they came.

Feng Lanxi looked back at the slowly closing underground palace, and suddenly said: "I won't move these for now."

Feng Xiyun looked at him sideways, "Why?"

"Because I am not the king of Yongzhou now!" Feng Lanxi's voice did not have the slightest emotion, and his eyes fell to the sky, "I will go back tomorrow. Some things should be over."

Note:

[Note 1] Lu You "Buy Wine and Plum Blossoms for Short Songs"