A piece of Japanese incense

Hefeng sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to Zhi Yihe, and said dejectedly: "I'm sorry, Ah He, I can't let you leave."

Zhi Yihe's breathing stagnated, and he murmured, "Your Highness still wants to imprison me here, right?"

"Ah He, for your grandmother, for your parents, for..." He Feng paused, his expression dazed, and then said, "Can you stay here for a while?"

"The longer you delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for you. Before I returned to Beijing, I made an agreement with Siqi that if I didn't return within half a month, he would join the Yan family army. At that time, you would have no chance of winning."

He Feng nodded slightly: "There is more."

Zhi Yihe followed his back with his eyes, and Hefeng happened to look back, and their eyes met in the dark night.

Hefeng kept looking straight at her, raised his hand, and moved closer to her hand little by little.

Zhi Yihe noticed something and quickly put his hand into his arms.

He Feng's hand stopped in mid-air, and he turned back sadly, his voice as soft as water: "Ah He, do you want to know about my past?"

Zhiyihe Wuxin responded, she now wanted to escape from here.

“My mother was once the personal maid of the second daughter Kongsang Xinran of the Xiqi Kongsang family. She followed her to marry into the eldest prince’s mansion. When the eldest prince and Feng Ye died in Dongli, Kongsang Xinran was already pregnant.

When Xiqi was destroyed, the Kongsang family abandoned her as the imperial concubine and escaped on their own. It happened that Kongsang Xinran was in labor and her life was in danger, so she was saved by my father.

My father escaped death and was escorted by the Eastern Palace Guards to the territory of Xiqi. He thought he could recuperate, bide his time, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback. However, he did not expect that Emperor Zhaoding would suddenly attack Xiqi when the government was unstable and decide the outcome in one fell swoop.

My father not only saved my mother and her family, he also hired a doctor to deliver Kongsang Xinran. Unfortunately, Kongsang Xinran died after giving birth to a baby boy. "

"Could that child be my real cousin?" Zhi Yihe asked uncertainly.

"Yes. Before Kongsang Xinran died, she named this child: Hefeng."

Zhi Yihe just looked up at him, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"My mother was very grateful to my father for saving her life. Since my father escaped from the fire, whenever he was in pain, my mother always accompanied him silently, enduring his beatings and scoldings. As time went by, my mother finally saw the light of day. My father only used a hairpin as a token of his love in exchange for my mother's willingness to marry him.

After I was born, my father named me Feng Jinqi, which means his road to revenge. Feng Jinqi follows the will of heaven and is helped by heaven.

My father was very strict with me. He had strict tests every month. Only if I passed them could I spend a short time with my mother, and the time limit was only two hours. Since I was two years old, visiting my mother and brother Hefeng has become an obsession in my heart that I cannot give up.

One day when I was eight years old, I finally had the opportunity to go down the mountain to visit my mother and brother, but I saw my mother in plain clothes. I looked everywhere for my brother Hefeng but couldn't find him. My mother just kept crying. It was not until I asked Pei Du that I knew that my brother Hefeng had left us.

My brother was only eight years older than me. He was only sixteen, but my father wouldn't even allow him to mourn, as if he had never existed in this world.

After my brother passed away, my father revealed his true identity. We then understood that he did not really adopt my mother and brother. He just wanted to use my brother's identity to get the support of his old subordinates in Xiqi so as to help him return to Dongli.

Since then, my father has imposed even stricter requirements on me, forcing me to make up for the eight years I lacked compared to Brother Hefeng. My life has been filled with books and swords, and my reunion with my mother has been reduced to once a season. From then on, I was not only sealed off. "

Zhi Yihe looked at the scars all over his body, which were comparable to those of Aban. She began to feel sorry for the man in front of her.

"You must have suffered a lot." Zhi Yihe's originally sharp eyes became gentle.

He Feng did not look back at her, but lowered his shoulders and tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers from time to time. There was a hint of relief in his tone: "That's true, so I tried to escape many times, but was caught by Pei Du and beaten by my father."

Zhi Yihe hugged the quilt tightly, leaned against the wall, and asked: "Do you still want to escape now?"

Zhi Yihe always believed that the wise and brave Empress would eventually lead the Yan family army to capture the city, and Emperor Zhaoding would sooner or later regain control of the government.

Therefore, she thought that if he expressed his desire to escape from his father, she would spare no effort to take him away so that he would no longer be controlled by others and could be himself.

"Of course, ever since my mother passed away, there has not been a moment when I didn't want to leave that lunatic."

Zhi Yihe was delighted. She didn't expect his answer to be so decisive. She moved closer to him and smiled at him: "Then, come with me. I only think that you were helpless in the past. As long as you help me save my family, I am willing to forgive you. I think I am quite rich and can support you for the rest of your life!"

He Feng looked at her steadily, with a faint smile on his lips: "Okay!"

Zhi Yihe's eyes widened, ecstatic: "Really? When do we act? Do we need to make a plan?"

He Feng saw that she couldn't wait and wanted to go to the dungeon immediately. He held her hands and said softly: "Don't get excited. Before you go, I still have some unfinished business."

"What's the matter? Tell me and we can solve it together!"

"I have been investigating the cause of death of my brother and mother."

Zhi Yihe waited for a long time without any response, so he leaned closer to him and asked, "I remember you once said that your mother was seriously ill and spent the last days of her life in Lingshan Temple."

"That's what my father said. At that time, I hadn't seen my mother for a year. At first, we exchanged letters, but in the second half of the year, we had no contact at all. When I rushed to Lingshan Temple, my mother had already been buried."

"Then why did you say you wanted to investigate the cause of their death? Do you have any doubts?"

"Let alone my mother, my brother was always in good health. How could he suddenly die after not seeing him for a few months? In addition, after my mother passed away, all the monks in the temple were replaced by young novices who had just entered Buddhism. Even the nun who lived in the same room with my mother disappeared mysteriously. This is all too strange."

Zhi Yihe nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to blurt out, "This must be related to your father," he suddenly realized that his words were inappropriate, and then he said tactfully, "Then, have you ever asked your father? Or have you asked anyone who might know the situation?"

"My father has always taught me to focus on my studies. As for others, they all obey my father's orders and naturally won't reveal anything to me."

Zhi Yihe thought for a moment, then mustered up the courage to say, "Well... maybe this may be a little abrupt, but... have you ever thought about looking for clues from your brother's or your mother's remains?"

He Feng suddenly cast a cold gaze at her. Zhi Yihe could not help but step back, shrink her neck, and said apologetically: "Sorry! I'm sorry! I just... I just..."

He Feng reached out his hand unexpectedly, and grabbed her delicate wrist with his slender fingers. The sudden pull startled her slightly. He took advantage of the situation and pulled hard, and she couldn't help but fall towards him.

He then opened his arms and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

Zhi Yihe pressed his hands against his chest, instinctively trying to separate the two of them, but he could clearly feel his heartbeat. His spine felt numb and his legs felt weak.

She didn't know where to put her hands, so they hung limply at her sides, her fingers nervously twisting the corners of Hefeng's clothes.

"Ah He, can I say I miss you? Even though you are right next to me."

(Help! Is this too ambiguous?)

Zhi Yihe's heartbeat seemed to be out of control, beating wildly in her chest, and the "thump, thump, thump" sound was so loud that she could even hear it herself.

She bit her lower lip and her eyelashes fluttered.

"Every day I'm apart from you, I miss you like crazy. Please don't leave me, okay? You're the only one I have."

Hefeng's arms were like two iron hoops, tightly wrapping around Zhi Yihe's body. His cheek was pressed against her hair. He hugged her so tightly that the blue veins on his arms were clearly visible, as if he wanted to convey all his thoughts and love to her through this hug.