also wind

Heavy snow fell, and the strong wind blew across the long street unscrupulously, rolling up dead branches and leaves all over the place.

The young chivalrous man climbed over the wall and entered the hospital with ease, and walked unimpeded in his green clothes.After sleeping for a few days, my spirit was a little weak, and I felt that the palace seemed to be quieter than before, and my anxiety was even worse, so I couldn't help speeding up my pace.

Walking to the familiar courtyard, I don't see the blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, but I see the old housekeeper, Uncle Fu, cleaning in front of the courtyard.

When Uncle Fu saw him, he straightened up slowly, put the broom aside, and came to him: "Young Master Liu, why are you here now?"

Liu Yi felt that there was something abnormal in the palace, and he thought about it, so he asked, "Uncle Fu, what happened?"

Uncle Fu's smiling face in the past is now broken, and he sighed one after another: "The prince and the son are gone... an imperial decree came down, the second son was called to the capital... the palace is gone. The second son takes pity on us old slaves and does not want us I traveled a long distance, went to Beijing to suffer, and dismissed most of the servants. It has been two days now, and the old slave is going home, so I will come to see the palace for the last time, and I am afraid that it will not be long before it will be sealed."

Liu Yi's heart sank, the rumors he heard along the way became true, he couldn't believe it: the Southwest Palace is no longer there, and that person really left...

Liu Yi stepped into the very familiar room again in a trance, but there was no one who was sitting at the desk, and no one asked him with a teasing smile: "Hero Liu climbed over the wall again today?".

no more... no more...

Liu Yi left the palace in a daze, not knowing whether he had been in a coma for too long or was too stimulated, he didn't know what day and night it was, as if he was in a dream, but he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he struggled.

Walking aimlessly on the street, perhaps because of this rare snowstorm, there are no vendors hawking on the street, and the doors of the shops are closed, the bustle of the past is gone, and Liu Yi is alone again, and his thin green shirt is hard to bear. Fleeing the wind and snow, countless snow falls on Liu Yi's shoulders and hair, the severe cold makes people tremble slightly...

Back at the inn, a store clerk saw him coming in, and hurriedly greeted him: "Master, it's a good thing you're back! You were in a hurry to go out just now, and I didn't stop you!" He said and stuffed him with a small package, " This is left by the Mr. Qi who sent you here, and he said that it will be handed over to you when you wake up."

Liu Yi was still in a daze at first, but when he heard "Mr. Qi", he immediately came back to his senses, grabbed the shop assistant and asked, "What else did he say?"

Seeing his face change, the store clerk was a little worried: "It's gone! I'll let the little one hand it over to you personally..."

Liu Yi let go of him, thanked him, clutched the package in his hand, and went upstairs to his room.

After entering the room, the eager mood gradually calmed down, Liu Yi suddenly felt a little helpless, this is an emotion that rarely occurs to him, he is a little out of control today.

Slowly opened the package, inside was a letter and a... small wooden figure.The moment he saw the wooden man, Liu Yi suddenly wanted to laugh—laughed angrily.

It was still summer, and it was extremely hot during that time. He would stay at Qi Feng's place every day, and every time he was asked, he would excuse that the weather was too hot and the palace was cool so he didn't want to go back, but Qi Feng didn't know whether he believed it or not. They didn't chase him anyway.

Liu Yi looks elegant, but he doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting. He is just a "simple-minded" quack with little knowledge of swordsmanship.Looking at Qi Feng every day, he is either painting or reading, or playing the piano and playing chess... So he also finds something to do by himself-wood carving.

I learned this skill from an old friend I met before, and that old friend praised him for his talent, not to mention, he really learned it decently.

In those few days, Liu Yi sat beside Qi Feng and carved his wood. He carved two small figures—one is Qi Feng playing the piano, and the other is dancing sword by himself.He ran to show off to Qi Feng, and gave him his own one by the way, and also got a painting of Qi Feng - leaning against a willow tree and taking a nap.

At that time, he was so happy that he thought it was an exchange of tokens of love...

And now, Qi Feng has returned the wooden man...does he want to return the product himself?He drugged himself to stun him, and went to Beijing alone, how could he do this?

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Liu Yi put the little wooden man into his arms, opened the letter, and saw the familiar handwriting, delicate and elegant yet profound and powerful, just like him.

The content is as expected: "This is a long way to go, and the capital is treacherous. I will not be free in the future, which is contrary to the king's will. One person in the cage is enough. I hope you will be happy forever, don't read it."

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On the winding official road, a group of chariots and horses moved forward slowly. In the carriage sat a man in Chinese clothes. He was too thin, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face looked tired.

At noon, the carriage stopped at a roadside inn, and the people in the carriage pulled down the curtain, and were led by the servants to the private room on the second floor.

"Young master has become very thin recently, you must eat more food. The prince and the prince must also hope that you take good care of yourself." Zhuiyun saw that his son was getting thinner and less talkative since the accident in the palace. It is worry.

The prince's mansion underwent a sudden change, everything happened too fast, and the burden fell on the young master's head at once.He was separated from his father and brother forever, and the military power of the palace was confiscated. With the power of the son alone, he was powerless to return to heaven, so he had to obey the order and go to Beijing.

And the young master just locked himself in the house for a day when he got the news, and when he came out the next day, he calmly dealt with the affairs of the mansion, holding the pain in his heart, so that no one could pry.And the young man who had been carefree since he was a child suddenly lost his close relative, how could he be exposed so lightly?But looking at the world, who can the young master cry for now...

"Zuiyun, how many days have we been away?" The young master asked this question every day.

Zhuiyun hurriedly replied: "It has been five days, and we will arrive in the capital in about two days."

"It's been five days..." Liu Yi, are you awake?How are you?will you hate meLiu Yi...

Qi Feng confirms the date every day, as if he is waiting for something, or maybe he is not waiting for anything.

Perhaps the father and brother had expected something, and they had told him many things before they left... The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, and the thorn of the King of Southwest will be removed sooner or later, and now he has preserved his reputation as a loyal hero.As for the last uncertain factor of myself, I only need to keep it under my nose. After three to five years, what kind of waves can I make?

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