Prince Rui, don't spoil your adopted daughter too much: she will eventually get married

He stood there, holding a lotus leaf filled with water in his hand, and looked at Zhai Yun tenderly with his eyes open.

He has strong facial features, deep eyes that reveal shrewdness and wisdom, and black hair. Even his dirty clothes cannot conceal his cold and noble temperament.

"Brother Yi." Even Meng Zhaiyun wanted to hear his answer.

Her brother Yi has a peerless face and is the most handsome man in the world.

Feng Chenyi walked over and handed the water in his hand to Zhai Yun. The water tasted cold, and she was not dreaming nor dead.

Zhai Yun held the water and stared at Feng Chenyi blankly. Her eyes felt a little sore and she didn't dare to blink. She was afraid that if she blinked, Feng Chenyi would disappear.

Feng Chenyi patted Zhai Yun's back gently, his voice just as gentle: "Drink slowly."

Seeing Feng Chenyi, Zhai Yun suddenly became dazed. She could not distinguish between dreams and reality. She had clearly gone to the Xuanyuan Kingdom’s military camp and taken away a lifeless Feng Chenyi.

He also brought the dying Feng Chenyi here.

Xuanyuan Che said he was dead, all the soldiers of Xuanyuan Kingdom said he was dead, and Zhai Yun also confirmed that he had no breathing and no heartbeat.

Then what about Feng Chenyi who is now in front of her and can talk and laugh?

Zhai Yun hugged Feng Chenyi tightly, calling out repeatedly: "Brother Yi, Brother Yi."

If this was a dream, she didn't want to wake up, she wanted to hold him tightly.

Feng Chenyi's gentle voice came from above his head, "I'm here."

Zhai Yun heard the strong heartbeat in his chest, felt his breath, and his warmth.

He is alive.

Feng Chenyi also looked at Zhai Yun carefully. Zhai Yun had grown up, shedding her green pheasant look and becoming delicate and intelligent. He hadn't seen her for a long time.

She was really cruel. After she left, she never came back to see him once. She didn't know how he had survived all these years.

He worked very hard to make himself better, fearing that one day she would no longer need him.

I'm afraid she will never come back.

Zhai Yun did not notice Feng Chenyi's burning gaze, but kept looking for his wounds. There was a hole in his clothes on his chest, but no wound. There was blood on other parts of his body, but no knife wounds.

Zhai Yun suspected that she had not woken up yet and her eyes were not clear. She wanted to see more carefully, so she pulled open Feng Chenyi's clothes on his chest, looked left and right, and found that there was indeed no scar.

Feng Chenyi held Zhai Yun's hand and stopped her from searching any further. She was already a grown-up girl and there were differences between men and women.

Zhai Yun's thoughts drifted away, and she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yi, how did we get to this dilapidated temple?"

This is not possible, but why did Feng Chenyi's wound disappear? Could it be that she broke into the military camp alone and took away his body? Was this a dream?

It had been a long time since he heard anyone call him Brother Yi. The sound of "Brother Yi" gradually brought down the high wall that had built up in his heart over the years.

Feng Chenyi looked at Zhai Yun with a glint in his eyes. "When I woke up, we were already here, and you were lying on top of me."

"But I clearly remember that you were injured when I brought you here! Why don't you have any scars on your body?" Zhai Yun woke up in shock and looked at Feng Chenyi.

What he said matched Zhai Yun's memory, except that the wound was gone.

Zhai Yun touched her chest and found that there was not a single scar. Her chest was extremely smooth. Zhai Yun wanted to pull open her clothes to take a closer look, but her hand was held by Feng Chenyi.

"Don't look at it. The wounds on your body and mine have healed automatically." Feng Chenyi looked at the conflicted Zhai Yun and felt reluctant to hide it from her.

He also clearly remembered that he had been stabbed many times. When they passed through the narrow gap, a lot of rubble suddenly rolled down from the cliff, and the narrow gap was filled with screams. He watched helplessly as the people he had been with day and night were smashed beyond recognition by the rocks. He lost this battle!

The soldier who managed to survive to the end was killed by the Xuanyuan soldiers who rushed in. He was unable to resist the vast army alone and was eventually defeated. He was stabbed several times and died from a spear in the chest.

He felt guilty towards the brothers who had followed him through thick and thin. He had thought that if he died he would be able to go to the underworld with them, but he didn't expect that he would actually be alive.

And none of them can come back! This battle is really brutal.

Originally, Feng Chenyi didn't want Zhai Yun to know, so he never mentioned it, and she didn't seem to pay much attention to it.

Every time Zhai Yun was injured, the wound would heal automatically.

When Feng Chenyi woke up, his lips were pressed against her heart and there was a taste of blood in his mouth. This was the second time Feng Chenyi had drunk Zhai Yun's blood. The first time was when he was poisoned by a snake.

When he woke up, he also had a taste of blood in his mouth.

"So it was really my blood that saved him?" Zhai Yun looked at Feng Chenyi in disbelief.

She just wanted to give it a try, but she didn't expect something to go wrong.

Feng Chenyi felt that this was not a good thing, and carefully warned Zhai Yun: "Don't mention this to anyone."

If someone knew the effect of Zhai Yun's blood, it would be a terrible thing.

"Yeah." Zhai Yun nodded obediently, becoming more and more curious about her own life experience.

Feng Chenyi gently touched Zhai Yun's head and said, "You've grown a lot."

When Zhai Yun looked at Feng Chenyi, she realized that he had grown taller. His eyes were deep, revealing shrewdness and wisdom. His face was as smooth and white as jade, and his facial features were as flawless as if they were carefully carved.

Revealing firmness and sharpness.

Like a god who judges everything, decisive and capable.

Although she could vaguely see Feng Chenyi's extraordinary appearance when she was young, it was not until she really saw him that Zhai Yun realized that he was more handsome than she had imagined.

Zhai Yun gently stroked Feng Chenyi's sword-like eyebrows, passed a line between his brows, and was a little surprised: "So this is what you look like when you grow up."

Feng Chenyi also looked carefully at the face he hadn't seen for seven years. She had a beautiful face, small and delicate, with eyebrows like stars, clear and bright eyes, a smooth and delicate fair face, and pink and tender lips that were moist and shiny.

Her eyes are like stars, her eyebrows are like the moon, she is bright and beautiful, like a peach tree in full bloom.

When Zhai Yun's hand touched Feng Chenyi's lips, Feng Chenyi held her hand again. His hands were big, and his fingers were long and beautiful.

Feng Chenyi's throat moved, "Stop making trouble, it's not safe here, we have to leave."

"Oh." Zhai Yun replied sullenly.

She hasn't seen enough. In her previous life, she had no idea what Feng Chenyi would look like when he grew up. She thought she was in power and wanted him to come back.

But who would have thought that his own son would turn against him and kill him.

Feng Chenyi stood up, took Zhai Yun's hand and used the momentum to pull Zhai Yun up.

The news that Feng Chenyi was dead and hanged in the military camp by Xuanyuan Che, and that Tianjin Kingdom and Fuyu Kingdom were invited to come and watch, spread throughout the continent.

The Fengli Kingdom’s military camp stationed in the northwest was in chaos.