Feng Lou

Three days later, the second prince got married.

Everything about the wedding was ready, and the bride and groom were all gone when the bride and groom were waiting for the ceremony.

Both Jieba's Wang and Duoyan's father were present, and after hearing the news, they were all furious.

I hurriedly sent someone to look for it, but there was no news for a long time.

The third prince is the most trusted son of the king. He was about to tell the other party to find someone, but found that the other party was not at the banquet.

At the same time, Feng Lou ushered in uninvited guests.

"Third Prince, what are you doing?"

Fenglou's thin white wrist was held by the man, he struggled but did not move.

The third prince stared at him with green eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him.

"Mr. He, I'm afraid you don't know what your good lover will do to you?"

His Chinese is very bad, and it took Fenglou a while to understand.

He slightly raised one eyebrow, and repeated without warmth: "Good lover?"

A look of jealousy flashed in the third prince's eyes, "Quan Jieba knows that that bastard is better off with you."

Feng Lou raised his eyebrows even higher, "So what?"

"How? He wants to use the Gu obtained from the southwest on you, and you will become a beautiful puppet from now on. I'm here to save you, beauty, think about it, how about following me?"

The third prince not only coveted his talent, but also coveted his beauty.

Even though Fenglou has always been calm and calm, he was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence.

insanity?Wei Feng went to Yuncheng for Gu?

He sneered, his heart was cold.

I'm afraid that man is trying to kill two birds with one stone. It's ridiculous that he really thought he had a sweet dream.

Now it seems that only he himself got stuck in it.

But - Fenglou glanced at the third prince with a fierce face, this is not a good bird.

He suddenly softened his body, leaned towards the third prince, and said in a soft tone: "You are right, I will rely on you more in Jieba from now on."

The third prince was overjoyed, and was about to embrace him in his arms, and he lost all defenses in front of his chest.

Taking advantage of this gap, Feng Lou slashed at the opponent's neck with a palm!

Unfortunately, he miscalculated the opponent's force value.

The third prince managed to dodge it, and then he was furious, with almost no energy left, he slapped Fenglou on the cheek.

He was slammed to the ground, and blood stains slid out from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn Han Chinese! How dare you plot against me!"

The furious barbarian rushed over, grabbed his hair with one hand, and lifted him up violently.

"Ahem, if you have the ability...you just... beat me to death..."

Feng Lou stared at the other party with a pair of peach blossom eyes without fear, and the inside was as calm as stagnant water.

Seeing that the big palm like a cattail leaf fan was about to fall, he quietly closed his eyes.

"boom!"

A gust of cold wind blows over the face, bringing a faint cool fragrance.

Fenglou lay on the ground due to inertia, opened his eyes, and a pair of black horn boots stood in front of him.

The third prince was kicked out, and the tables and chairs made a loud cracking sound, accompanied by his yelling "Ai Ai".

The man's icy voice seemed to come from hell: "You, live, get, impatient?"

The third prince subconsciously felt timid, and immediately became angry after realizing it: "You are a bastard! What right do you have to yell at me?!"

That kick was not light, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke.

Wei Feng wanted to go up to make up his foot, Feng Lou suddenly coughed.

Choked by blood foam, he coughed until tears almost fell down.

Wei Feng suddenly stopped, turned around quickly, and hugged him up.

The cold fragrance, which is so light that it can hardly be smelled, is a smell that Fenglou is very familiar with.

He casually wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, stared at the other party's neckline and began to stare in a daze.

Wei Feng is now the second prince. He is wearing the unique clothes of the Jieba royal family. The neckline is decorated with intricate patterns, which are very gorgeous, and the buttons are made of precious stones.

Except for the scent, there was nowhere he was familiar with.

After many days, Feng Lou left the small courtyard where he was detained for the first time.

The temperature at night in the desert was extremely low, and the wind was very strong. His baggy clothes leaked everywhere, and he shivered subconsciously.

Wei Feng hugged him a little tighter, "Is it cold?"

Feng Lou nodded, feeling something was wrong, he simply turned his face away, it was a gesture of resistance.

Wei Feng was a little bit happier, this was the first time Feng Lou had shown his emotions to him after being here for so long.

He is not afraid that he hates him, but that he treats him as a complete stranger.

They walked for a long time, and the road became narrower and darker as they walked.

"Are you going to trick me?"

After a long time, Fenglou finally spoke again.

Wei Feng's body froze, his footsteps paused, and he continued to walk forward.

Feng Lou said again: "I don't want to become a puppet, you can kill me."

Wei Feng's heart ached, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together.

His Adam's apple slid up and down several times, and his tone was dry when he spoke: "...I won't turn you into a puppet...I'll send you away, okay?"

Feng Lou thought, at this time, this person is still cheating, so he couldn't help but feel a little tired.

Sighing secretly, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

In the thick, inextricable night, there were only occasional coughing sounds.

Wei Feng quickened his pace and finally arrived at the agreed place.

Feng Lou was placed on the ground, and was immediately covered with a thick cloak, carrying a faint fragrance of a girl.

He opened his eyes, surprised: "Duoyan? Why are you here?"

The girl did not cover her face with a golden veil, revealing a gorgeous and deep face.

She was wearing a red gauze.

"Brother Fenglou, I have already told my second brother that I don't want you to be hurt. I know you are lovers, and he is a very good person. Let's go together!"

Behind her are two tall horses.

Feng Lou looked at Wei Feng, wanting him to say something, but was suddenly speechless.

They just left, what about Duoyan?

"I'll see you off first, Duoyan, wait for me to come back."

As soon as Wei Feng finished speaking, Duoyan's deer-like eyes immediately turned red.

But she smiled very hard: "Second brother, don't come back! This place is not for you, and neither is hatred. You should live for yourself!"

Feng Lou saw that Wei Feng's hands were tightly clenched into fists.

"wait me back."

After finishing speaking, Wei Feng quickly got on the horseback.

Fenglou's sleeves were bright, he bowed with both hands, and made the most standard Chinese salute to this girl like the sun.

"Thank you, He Fenglou, for saving my life."

Duoyan smiled brightly: "Brother Fenglou, you must remember me! I will definitely go to Handi to find you!"

Feng Lou nodded solemnly.

Wei Feng stretched out his hand and pulled him onto the horse.

The cold desert night is waiting for them ahead.

Feng Lou shrank in Wei Feng's cloak, still trembling uncontrollably.

His whole body was cold and hot for a while, and he probably had a fever again.

To the back, delirious and began to talk nonsense.

"...you bastard...Wei Feng, you bastard...I hate you...Wei Feng...don't ever appear in front of me again...you bastard..."

Wei Feng leaned close to his ear, regardless of whether he could hear him or not, and coaxed him softly: "Good boy, hold on, it's my fault, I trusted others, please forgive me? I don't want anything No more revenge, take me home, okay?"

He has carefully planned for so many years, and he gave up as soon as he said he would give up, needless to say the pain.

But when he heard Duoyan tell him the king's real plan, that the man who killed his mother was also planning to hurt the person he loved the most, he couldn't continue.

The grief and indignation in my heart was about to set off a monstrous wave.

He compromised so much, did so many "bad things" for that person, and even married the person he asked him to marry, but it still didn't work, and the other party still didn't intend to let him go.

When he is useless, he will be ruthlessly abandoned just like his own mother.

Wei Feng gently kissed Feng Lou's cold pinnae, in addition to hatred, there was still peace in his heart.

After carrying the hatred for so many years, when he put it down, his whole body became lighter.

"...we're going home..."

# # #

"hiss--"

"Oh my lord, are you awake? Don't move! You're still hurt!"

As soon as Feng Lou regained consciousness, he felt a burst of severe pain. For a while, he couldn't tell where the pain was, and it seemed that it hurt everywhere.

Then an old voice sounded.

He immediately stopped his movements, opened his eyes, and saw an old monk in tatters standing in front of him.

The other party was dusty all over, and there were several patches on the monk's robe. His cheeks were dark and covered with ravines, and he was poking his head out to look at him.

Feng Lou's eyes were blank, and he couldn't remember why he was here for a long time.

"Young man, you are so lucky! After being hit by so many arrows and falling off the cliff, you survived! Surviving a catastrophe will bring good fortune!"

Feng Lou suddenly remembered something, his body bounced instinctively, and said anxiously: "Master, master...where are the people with me?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, and the old monk quickly grabbed his outstretched hand.

"Don't move the child! That person, that person is next door! The injury is not serious, you take good care of him, and go to see him when he is well."

As he said that, the old monk quickly lowered his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Oh, the medicine! The medicine is almost ready, I'll bring it to you!"

Feng Lou, who was already covered in cold sweat from the pain, had no time to distinguish the expression of the other party. When he said that "that person" was fine, he was relieved, the corners of his mouth were slightly drawn, and he fell asleep again.

When the old monk came in with the medicine, he saw that he was asleep, so he didn't have the heart to wake him up.

He gently placed the medicine bowl on the broken wooden table, and went out to gather medicine for him again.

When he stepped over the threshold, he couldn't help sighing: "Poor..."

After recuperating for a few days, Feng Lou, who is always afraid of suffering, no matter how bitter or astringent the medicine handed by the old monk this time, he closed his eyes and drank it.

The old monk didn't know the inside story, and even praised him, he looked like a rich man, he didn't expect to be able to endure hardship like this.

Feng Lou just smiled at this moment, he didn't have the flirtatious look he used to, he looked very well-behaved.

He just thought that if he could get up earlier, he would be able to see Wei Feng.

He remembered what happened before he fell off the cliff, the dog was hurt more than him!

Thinking of this, Fenglou smiled again.