i want to love you

Before Long Ziye fully recovered, Qian Yun'ao calculated the schedule and urged Feng Wuji to finish packing up Yazhou's affairs, and took Long Ziye, who was [-]% to [-]% healed, all the way south.

Less than three days after he was on the road, Long Ziye suddenly felt a sharp pain while he was asleep, and he woke up abruptly. This long-lost feeling made him sweat all over his body, and his face turned pale.

Feng Wuji, who was at the side, was awakened by his screams, and worriedly checked his body.

"What's wrong? Is the child making trouble again?"

Long Ziye turned to Feng Wuji, opened and closed his mouth, and finally said hoarsely: "I just had a heart attack."

"Heart disease?" Feng Wuji murmured and repeated, then his eyes widened and his thin lips tightened, "I'll call Master, don't worry, maybe..." Halfway through speaking, his hand was suddenly held firmly, and he paused. Stop talking and look at your lover.

Long Ziye looked at his absent-minded and anxious eyes gently, and smiled firmly: "I'm not worried, Wuji, if you stay with me, I won't worry about anything."

Feng Wuji paused, then hugged him forcefully.

"Don't worry, I'll be by your side and I won't leave."

Long Ziye's hand wrapped around his waist, stroking his back back and forth.

"Go and ask Master to come, it's better than the two of us guessing here."

Feng Wuji took a deep breath on him, until the whole breath was his breath, then let go and left the room, asking Qian Yunao to come.

Qian Yun'ao checked the pulse, retracted his hand, and took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom.

"This is Frost Pill. Take one pill a day. If you still feel pain after taking it, please notify me immediately."

Feng Wuji took the Frost Pill and said: "We should start eating now? Isn't there still more than half a month, why..."

"Eat it if you die." Qian Yunao was silent for a while, and finally just finished speaking lightly, then turned and left.

Feng Wuji and Long Ziye glanced at each other, the latter saw the hesitation and reluctance in his lover's eyes, pulled his hand holding the Frost Pill forward and said: "We all know this, what should come will always come , don’t do this, huh?”

"What should come will always come...but why not even give it for half a month?"

What Feng Wuji really complained about was God's cruelty, one wave of ups and downs, another wave of ups and downs, didn't even give Long Ziye time to rest and catch his breath?

"Wuji, I'm fine." Long Ziye held his face, gently kissed his forehead, his eyebrows, his nose, and then fell on his lips, "With you by my side, I won't be afraid, I’m really not afraid of anything.” He said while trying to get the porcelain bottle from Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji clenched tightly, but finally lost to his gentle and firm eyes, slowly let go, watched him pour out the pill and took it, hated why it was not him who took the medicine at this moment, and was reluctant, Long Ziye would have to face him next time Right torment.

"Midnight, after taking the medicine, not only will your whole body be cold, but...if your body can't bear it, you may suffer even more."

Long Ziye smiled lightly at him, frowned and said, "Do you love me?"

"Of course it hurts."

"That's good, I'll teach you to always remember the hardships I endured, and never change your mind." His tone was relaxed, trying to ease Feng Wuji's mood.

Feng Wuji said seriously, "I will not change my mind."

Long Ziye smiled brightly, stepped forward and pinched his cheek and said: "Okay, don't frown, I don't like to watch, go to sleep, we have to hurry tomorrow morning."

Huang Wuji naturally felt his comforting intentions, and suddenly realized his sensitivity and strength, and didn't want him to worry about her own worries anymore. She hugged him, listened to him talking and laughing, and talked and laughed herself. Show it, each other whitewashes peace for each other.

It was night, Long Ziye opened his eyes coldly, the endless darkness made him frown, blinked, but still couldn't see a ray of light.

"The Promise..."

"Midnight, are you awake?" Feng Wuji's voice sounded extremely happy. After lunch, Long Ziye suddenly passed out, which frightened him.

"Wuji, why don't you light the lamp? It's so dark."

Feng Wuji looked at Long Ziye who was waving his hands in the air with his eyes wide open, his hand holding the medicine bowl trembled, how to light the lamp in the middle of the scorching sun?

He looked back at the master, only to see Qian Yunao shook his head.

"Perhaps after the heart-biting Gu is removed, it will heal without medicine."

"Wuji, is Master here?"

Feng Wuji looked at Qian Yunao's back when he turned to go out, put down the medicine bowl in a daze, rushed forward and hugged Long Ziye, hugged him so tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood.

"Wuji?" Long Ziye was puzzled, but thoughtfully hugged him back and patted him tenderly.

Feng Wuji squeezed even tighter, so tight that even he felt pain, but the pain couldn't compare to heartache.

Long Ziye had a flash of inspiration in his silent embrace, he understood something in a trance, his face turned pale, he bit his lips firmly, blinking his eyes constantly, as if he couldn't believe it, maybe he could see it again.

"Midnight..." Feng Wuji's voice was low and hoarse, as if trying to suppress something.

Long Ziye forced a smile and said, "What's the matter?"

"you you……"

Long Ziye heard the tremor in his voice, and touched his lips gropingly.

"No, don't say it, if you can't say it, don't say it."

Don't say it, he doesn't want to hear it, he doesn't want to hear it.

"Midnight, my midnight..."

"Wuji, it's okay, maybe I'll sleep again." He closed his dull eyes while talking, "It's okay, just wake up."

"Midnight..." Seeing his appearance, Feng Wuji was heartbroken but could only call his name repeatedly, and couldn't say anything else.

Tears oozed from Long Ziye's tightly closed eyes, and Feng Wuji kissed them with great distress. For a moment, there was a tear and a kiss, all in silence.

After a long time, the tears seemed to run dry, and the wet eyelashes fluttered, revealing a pair of extraordinarily crystal clear but beautiful and lifeless eyes.

"Wuji, can you not reject me because of this?"

Feng Wuji scolded in a low voice: "Nonsense, I won't, I will never want you."

"That's good." Long Ziye smiled reassuringly.

"Midnight, I'm sorry for you."

"Wuji, don't say that, you will take care of me anyway, right?"

"Yes, yes, of course I will take care of you."

"Otherwise, there will be Ruqiu, and countless girls..."

"I will not pretend to be someone else, Ziye, I will take care of you personally, from now on, I will be your eyes."

Long Ziye smiled happily, a teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.

"That's good, it's a blessing in disguise for me. From now on, I'll be closer to you."

Feng Wuji hugged him tightly, he really didn't expect that Long Ziye would finally repay Rong Yu's life-saving grace in this way, maybe it would be enough to make him the county king and Rong Qianqian the princess, he should never have, You shouldn't pamper and pamper Rong Qianqian, which will lead to continuous disasters today.

Rong Qianqian, it was so easy to die.

Feng Wuji's unusual silence and the looming murderous aura in the air made Long Ziye, who couldn't see but was particularly keen, feel uneasy.

"Wuji? Wuji?" He grabbed his hand tightly and called anxiously.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"No, no. Wuji, can you please stop talking?" Long Ziye frowned, begging carefully, afraid that the man would think that he was asking too much.

Feng Wuji pecked his lips distressedly, understanding his uneasiness.

"Midnight, I will definitely find a way to heal your eyes, this is only temporary, don't worry."

"Wuji, will you regret falling in love with me? Will loving me make you so hard?"

"I don't regret it, I never regret it, not to mention you are working hard and hurting from the beginning to the end, I can't do anything for you, I can only watch you suffer."

"As long as it's for you, I don't feel bitter about anything, I only feel happy, and I'm happy with it."

"You are such a fool." Feng Wuji held his face in his hands, his unrepentant smile moved him.

Long Ziye covered his hand, the uneasiness in his heart made him yearn for comfort, saying that he was not afraid was a lie, if he lost his sight today, what about tomorrow?

He is not afraid of being blind, or even dying because of it, he is only afraid that he will not be able to be with Feng Wuji again.

"Wuji, can you hug me?"

Feng Wuji was taken aback for a moment, then kissed his lips, tossing and turning, gently unbuttoning his clothes with his fingers, and put him down on the bed.

"Don't be afraid, Ziye, as I said, we live and die together, if something happens, the master will raise the child for us." She leaned over and kissed his tears, interlocked his fingers, and confided the oath in a low voice.

"I'm selfish, I'm so happy to hear you say that, but maybe you will feel heartache when you lose me, but after a few years, the heartache will gradually subside, and then you will still fall in love with another person again and live a happy life As long as you hold me at this moment, I will be satisfied, and there is no need to die with me, I am reluctant."

The sudden blindness seemed to announce that his few days had come to an end.

Death was imminent, but Long Ziye didn't want him to fulfill his promise.

Feng Wuji repeatedly kissed his left chest and said: "You want to leave me alone in this world to experience the pain of bereavement, to spend the rest of my life in loneliness and pain? Dreaming! As I said, it was you who provoked me first, and I will never let you go , rather than say these meaningless words, I would rather you call a few times for my husband to hear." He put his lips in his mouth, with one hand down, rubbing his softness, and said lightly.

Long Ziye snorted, and groped to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

"Wuji, if there is something, you will also be with me in the next life, okay?"

Feng Wuji stopped his movements, looked down at his lover who raised his head up, but his eyes were dim and out of focus, held back his sore nose, and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. "Okay, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely be with you forever, if there is no afterlife, I will also depend on your soul."

Long Ziye couldn't control it, let tears flow down his eyes again, and tightened his strong body between his arms, the grievance and fear in his heart were all expressed in his slightly trembling body that was crying violently.

"You are so good, so good, Wuji..." He choked up, "Thank you in this life, without you, I don't know that I can be so happy, I don't know that someone will care for me, I don't know..."

"Midnight, midnight..." Feng Wuji interrupted him, but he just called his name one after another. The voice was deep and hot, as if it came from the depths of the soul. Tight, his lips dropped a wet kiss after each sound, getting deeper and deeper, so low that it seemed that the instability of the voice could be heard, and so low that one could vaguely feel the deep hoarseness of a man in grief.

Long Ziye felt the man's mourning, and his tears were even more uncontrollable. With tears streaming down his face, he tried his best to raise his head and kiss every inch of his skin, touching every part of his body, as if it was the last time he could touch his lover so gently, a little He didn't dare to use force, but he didn't want to leave either, his hands moved slowly against his skin reluctantly and lingeringly, without leaving any gaps.

Feng Wuji responded to his enthusiasm with red eyes, this strong and fragile man, at the moment of his life and death, really felt how heavy he was in his heart, so heavy that even his head panicked, and he couldn't say a word.

Turning over his body and thrusting into his warm body, the skin-to-skin kiss at this time is no longer completely satisfying desires, but through such an inseparable gesture, it satisfies the vacancy in each other's hearts that is afraid of the future.

Clutching Long Ziye's hand, slowly and deeply, Feng Wuji sniffed his fragrance greedily, felt his warmth, and listened to his crumbling voice choked by crying and emotion.

If such a person who is so compatible and caring to me is destined to be lost, then why let them meet again?

"Midnight, I also thank you for loving me so much. I said that we will live and die together."

cold!

The boundless coldness almost froze all his consciousness.

The blind Long Ziye hid under the blanket, and the brazier filled the room, making all the maidservants in spring clothes sweat profusely, only him still trembling with blue lips.

Ru Qiu wiped off her sweat, turned her head to the other girls who were about to suffer from heatstroke, and said, "You guys go out first, I'll be here."

"But..." The girl looked at each other in twos, not daring to leave her post without authorization.

"You go outside to get some air, it's okay, if something happens, I'll call you in."

"This...well, Ruqiu, then I will trouble you."

After closing the door, Ru Qiu came to the side of the master, wrinkling her whole face in worry. "Master, is it still cold?" Those eyes stared at the five quilts and thick padded jacket on his body, and there was nothing he could do.

"Ru, Ruqiu, don't worry... I'm fine..." His teeth were chattering, Long Ziye rubbed his hands under the quilt desperately, his hands were so red that he was rubbing off a layer of skin, but he didn't feel anything, just Feeling very cold.

Ru Qiu saw her master suffering, her eyes were red and she wept silently.

"What's the matter?" Feng Wuji, who had just entered the door, saw the girl crying, his heart ached, and he rushed to the bed in three steps at a time. "Midnight, what's the matter? What's wrong? I'll ask Master to come over."

Ru Qiu wiped away her tears in a panic, shaking her head desperately, but didn't know whether to speak, because she didn't want Long Ziye to know that she was crying.

Long Ziye held Feng Wuji in a daze and said, "I'm fine. Why are you here? Didn't you have something to do?"

Feng Wuji looked at the girl, frowned and waved back, turned his head to look at his lover who wanted to listen to him, and sighed silently.

He hugged him forward, pulled his hand out from under the quilt, wrapped it in his palm and held it firmly.

The reason why he had to be "busy" was because he was the only one who took care of Long Ziye in the past. He had been in the high temperature and had some heatstroke, so he was forced to rest by Qian Yunao.

"I'm done." Feng Wuji kissed his ear, biting his ear slightly, the current Long Ziye is a little slow, if the movement is not strong enough, he will not feel it at all.

Long Ziye blushed and tried to avoid his intimacy, but he didn't know that no matter how he tried to hide, the blind man just happened to fall into his mouth.

"Stop making trouble." Long Ziye refused with a blushing face.

Ever since he felt the faint heartbeat in his belly, Long Ziye couldn't ignore the existence of "him", couldn't help seeing "him" as a real life, especially the more and more stable heartbeat, and the more and more The big belly made him feel strange to make out in front of children.

Feng Wuji lowered his head and kissed his stomach, "Son, your father is shy and ignoring others again."

Long Ziye pushed his head away and said, "Don't talk nonsense to him, he will be spoiled by you."

"I am his father, I will not harm him."

Long Ziye felt that the man was kissing his neck again, and his hands were stroking his body. He blushed and felt a little helpless. He said several times that the child really knew what they were doing, but he always didn't know what they were doing. taboo.

After blindness, his world was dark, and only the heartbeat of the child in his belly was left to accompany him. He felt that they depended on each other in this dark and cold world, which was indeed the case, but the feeling was so profound that Long Ziye almost I feel that I live by the sound of this heartbeat.

His fear and panic of being helpless gradually dissipated in the company of the child. It's not that Feng Wuji didn't pay, but compared with the child who is close to his heart and connected by flesh and blood in his arms, the support given by the child is always more. Even in deep sleep, you can hear the beating heartbeat to accompany you.

"It hurts..." Long Ziye shrank back, but the hands behind his back hugged him tightly.

"Who told you to be distracted at this time." Feng Wuji whispered against his lips.

Long Ziye's eyelashes trembled shyly. Although he didn't want to be intimate with him in front of the child, he still felt a little sorry for rejecting him.

"I'll help you." His hand stroked down his chest, but was stopped when he got close to the point.

"Midnight, I'm jealous, you value the child more than me."

"You..." Long Ziye was taken aback when he heard the words, then raised his face, curled his brows and eyes with a smile, and grabbed his hand tightly. "Wuji, he is also your child, why are you jealous?" He touched his face with his hands, groping his facial features, "However, I am curious, what is your jealous expression."

Feng Wuji looked at his upturned face in another direction, and what he said, feeling very sad, but he didn't show it.

"Only give birth to one, you are only allowed to give birth to this one, if you dare to play tricks to get pregnant secretly, I will definitely kill him."

Long Ziye wrinkled his face in grievance and said: "You really love to hold grudges. But, Wuji, if possible, I would like to give you another child. How can a majestic prince have only one child, let alone don't know whether he is a boy or a girl."

"One is enough. If he feels lonely, he will die by himself."

Long Ziye laughed and said: "Don't be angry with him anymore. Well, it's all my fault, I apologize to you." He groped for his facial features with both hands, found his lips, then raised his face, pouted his lips and touched his lips .

"Are you not ashamed at this time?" Feng Wuji kissed him fiercely.

Long Ziye was gasping for breath while laughing, he likes men to show his possessiveness, even if it's just naive to compete with children, it makes him feel his own importance.

"Lie down, I'll get you a meal."

Long Ziye nodded docilely. Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually departing, his exquisite facial features gradually revealed a painful expression, because it was too cold, and the cold was almost unbearable.

He lifted the quilt, held his belly and walked along with the crackling sound. When he reached a certain place, he felt a warmth in his legs. It should be a brazier. When he was about to squat down, he was unstable and was about to fall. When he was waving his hands in the air in a panic, he accidentally touched a hard object.

Long Ziye supported the thing and insisted on squatting down, but his heavy stomach didn't allow it at all. When he knelt down on the ground, he was already out of breath.

Relying on his hearing, he put his hand towards the fire source, and as he got closer, he felt that his hand felt a little warm, and couldn't help but feel joy, and moved a little closer.

"Midnight!"

Feng Wuji roared in fear, rushed forward and grabbed the hand that was going into the fire, seeing that pair of white fingers quickly turned red, he held it firmly, silently picked him up and walked towards the bed, with mixed emotions in his heart, unable to speak.

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Long Ziye didn't need to say, he knew why he did this, and he could only suppress the distressed reprimand at this moment, Long Ziye couldn't see, and he was suffering from Frost Pill, how could he blame him.

"Wuji? What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Feng Wuji placed him on the bed and said, "Does the hand hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little hot."

Feng Wuji smiled bitterly: "Really? You, tell me what you want, and wait for me when I'm not by your side, run around with a stomach full, I'll be worried."

"I'm sorry." Long Ziye lowered his eyes, a little at a loss for making Feng Wuji unhappy.

"Fool, it's okay, I just..." He paused, and then spoke in a very light tone, "I care about you too much."

Long Ziye looked stunned, raised his head, opened and closed his mouth like a fish, blinked his eyes, and shed tears without saying a word.

"What's wrong?"

Long Ziye choked with sobs, raised a smile, and shook his head lightly. At this moment, he was so beautiful that the pear blossoms were raining.

This is the closest sentence he has ever heard to "I love you". He thought he didn't care about it, but when he heard it, he couldn't help being moved and joyful.

"You said you cared about me, I'm so happy."

Feng Wuji's frowning brows suddenly loosened, he laughed and said: "Idiot, I really am a fool."

Long Ziye blushed and asked him to wipe away his tears, before he opened his mouth to speak, suddenly there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his mouth turned into a weak moan, his face turned pale instantly, and he grabbed Feng Wuji's hand very hard, almost breaking His flesh and blood.

"What's wrong?" Feng Wuji's smile froze on his face.

"stomachache……"

The sudden severe pain became more intense one after another, and he felt his stomach sinking little by little, which was very different from the previous fetal movement.

Feng Wuji stroked his stomach and said: "I'll rub it for you, will it be better?"

Long Ziye shook his head, and said with difficulty: "No, it doesn't seem to be fetal movement, Wuji, I'm in so much pain."

Feng Wuji's expression changed from panic to calm at this time, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Ru Qiu, please come here, doctor, hurry up!"

"It hurts, Wuji, I'm in so much pain." Long Ziye panted, sweat quickly followed the sudden sharp pain, and wet his forehead.

Like a fire burning, he seemed to be able to feel the activity of the child in his belly, as if it was about to burst out of his belly.

"Midnight, bear with it."

"Pain, Wuji, am I going to die? Wuji, Wuji..." Long Ziye gripped his clothes tightly, the pain from his stomach made his whole body heat up, making him uncomfortable who was used to the cold.

"Don't talk nonsense, you're fine, you're fine..." Feng Wuji kissed his nonsense mouth, his gloomy face quickly turned pale.

"It hurts, Wuji, save me, it hurts so much."

Feng Wuji looked at his lover who kept crying out in pain, feeling really anxious in his heart, fearing that the doctor would not be able to deal with Long Ziye's situation, but the master went out to look for an antidote, and has not returned yet.

A burst of hurried footsteps interrupted his thinking, Feng Wuji hugged Long Ziye and glared at the person coming.

"Show the princess quickly, what's wrong with him?"

The doctor obediently stepped forward to take the pulse, his face suddenly turned from panic to serious, and then from serious to panic.

"My lord, the concubine is about to give birth, but, but it's not yet full-term, and the worm on the concubine's body..."

When Feng Wuji heard that he was about to give birth, he was also stunned.

"It's about to give birth? Then, then go and get the midwife... Wait, what did you say about his worm?"

The doctor hesitated and said: "It is more difficult for a man to give birth than a woman, and an experienced doctor is needed to help deliver the baby. Otherwise, ordinary people, including grassroots, don't know... what to do, and the princess..."

"Get to the point!" Feng Wuji growled coldly.

"The insect Gu on the princess seems to have woken up. If the fetus is not produced quickly and the insect Gu is taken out, the princess and the fetus in the belly may..." The doctor paused, his face was extremely ugly, and he didn't dare to say more.

"Mediocrity!"

Before Feng Wuji could open his mouth, his clear voice broke into everyone's ears with disdain.

Feng Wuji looked at the person coming, his face sank, then he shouted to the man behind the person in surprise: "Master!"

Qian Yunao didn't even look at him, but just stared at the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and save him, if he makes any mistakes, I will never let him go you."

The man was wearing a half mask, his waist-length hair was hanging over his shoulders, and his strange clothes added a bit of unruliness.

The lips under the mask lightly raised and said: "I will save the person you want me to save, but it is not difficult for a man to give birth and add Heart-biting Gu."

"Then you are still talking nonsense here?"

"You forgot my rules?"

Qian Yunao was taken aback, turned to look at his apprentice and said, "Go out, everyone go out, no one is allowed to come in, if there is anything missing, I will notify you."

"Master, I will not leave him." Feng Wuji hugged the moaning lover tightly, heartache unbearable, eyes persistently said.

"Then just watch him die in pain." The man said with a nonchalant smile.

"Wuji, you go out, if you don't go out, Ziye will really die."

"Master..."

The man smiled and interrupted calmly: "It's useless to call you master, the rules are the rules and cannot be broken, but it's a pity beauty, you must know that the death of a person with the heart-eating gu in his body is disgusting and miserable."

"You!" Feng Wuji said angrily, but Qian Yunao slapped the man faster than him.

"Shut up! I told him what was going on, and I..."

"Get out of here!" The man's smile deepened, but his mouth was cold and scolded.

Although Long Ziye was in inhuman pain, he was not completely unconscious. When he heard the words "disgusting and miserable", his sanity, which flew away due to the pain, returned to a little bit.

Since they were all dead, he didn't want to be so miserable in front of him.

"Wuji, you go out, go out and wait for me and the baby, okay?"

Qian Yunao moved forward to stun the disciple who wanted to refute, bent over and picked him up, as effortlessly as carrying a chicken, stared at the shivering Ruqiu with cold eyes and said, "Hurry up and follow?"

The man looked at him and smiled slightly.

Walking to the side of the bed, he took his wrist that was so painful and trembling, and when he withdrew his hand, it was firmly held.

"Doctor, can I still be saved? Am I going to die? Please help me, I don't want to die. If..." He gritted his teeth to endure waves of more severe pain, "If I really die, Don't let him see me dying so miserable..."

The man shook off his hand coldly and said, "I want you to live, even if you want to die, it's still harder than going to heaven."

After listening to his words, before Long Ziye had time to react, another burst of pain swept all his rationality, and he shouted out the pain hoarsely.

"How are you going to save him?" After dismissing the idlers, Qian Yunao came in with a basin of hot water, and there was a little white smoke at the junction of his palm and the basin. Withdraw the internal force and put the water on the table.

"Happy to take Gu, Caesarean section to take a child."

Qian Yun'ao widened his eyes and said, "No, even if you swiped the saber twice in a row, it's impossible to save Long Ziye."

"Yes, so it's impossible to do that. If it's other poisons or Gu insects, I don't dare to say, but the heart-biting Gu is raised by me, so there is a way to take it out, and the Atu people have their own way to give birth to children. , it’s just that you people are superficial and ignorant, you just want to get a child by caesarean section.”

Qian Yunao ignored his sarcasm, and urged: "Then hurry up."

The man smiled lightly, took out a porcelain bottle, uncorked the bottle, a fragrance emanated from the air, like the fragrance of flowers, not strong but elegant and pleasant, refreshing and comfortable, but Qian Yunao's expression changed immediately , want luck to resist, but already dizzy.

Before closing his eyes, the last look was that the man took off the mask, smiled at him and said softly: "You and I are uncertain, how can I let you know my way of saving lives."

After dawn, Feng Haotian, the eldest son of King Yuri, was born. In the same year, King Yuri resigned, and took his beloved wife and young son to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, never to care about worldly affairs.

The legend and affection of King Yuri were sung in Fengling for a while.

For the next 30 years, Fengling suddenly lost her former style, and her national power remained at the same level. In the next few years, the emperor fell ill, and Fengling's position among the countries was in jeopardy.