He is like the old man, not the old man

When the sound of the flute changed, the little phoenixes who were playing snowballs suddenly stopped.

"Ah, it's lovesickness! Mingo can actually blow lovesickness!"

"He likes Yun Yu so much, Yun Yu is definitely going to marry him!"

"Hahaha!"

They pushed each other and went in the other direction of the path through the thick snow.

"Let's make trouble with them!"

"In the future, I will also learn Mingo. After getting the patriarch's permission, I will open a magic circle to show my sweetheart!"

"The more times you do it, the more tired you will be!"

The little phoenixes gradually disappeared on the other side of the snow.

Fu Yin looked at the direction where the phoenixes were leaving, and was silent for a long time, unable to control her envious mood, she actually followed them two steps.

The cold wind blowing on his face made him wake up all of a sudden.

He stood under the tree, staring at it blankly, the warmth in his heart seemed to have cooled down for a moment, and the joy was still there, mixed with some envy, which made people happy and sad at the same time.

"Your Majesty?" Jun Xi called out worriedly.

Fu Yin didn't answer, he picked up a snowflake the size of a petal from his sleeve, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, after looking at it, he felt a little stupid again.

He held the snow tightly and walked towards the place where the sound of the flute came from.Jun Xi quickly followed behind him, Fu Yin walked too fast, as if she was trying to suppress her emotions, no matter how fast she speeded up, she could only see Fu Yin's back in the wind and snow, lonely and desolate.

With the imperial crown on his head, he headed towards the piper. Along the way, the lanterns of Fenghuang's courtyard illuminated the way for him. The warm red light fell on him, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye because of his haste.

Jun Xi couldn't help feeling a little scared.

The sound of the flute gradually became clearer, and the flute player was not far away. In front of Fu Yin was a forest covered in wind and snow. He only needed to walk a little longer, and he would be able to see the phoenix playing lovesickness at night.

Fu Yin stopped.

Jun Xi asked, "Why doesn't Your Majesty leave?"

Fu Yin replied in a low voice: "I know that the person passing by is not the person I want, so why bother to meet him?"

Jun Xi was taken aback, and couldn't help getting excited, "Your Majesty wants to see Lord Taiheng?"

Fu Yin didn't answer, he looked at the place where the flute sound came from, and talked about the past: "The first time I saw him was in the heavy snow 2000 years ago, when Elder Zhelan was killed by him. Abandoned by others, unable to afford it, in order to make his sister happy, he opened a magic circle privately and made Pengwu fall a heavy snow."

"Jun Xi." He closed his eyes, "What I think of is never the snow falling."

What he thought was that someone could take him so seriously and be desperate for him.

Jun Xi tugged at Fu Yin's sleeve, "Your Majesty, aren't you angry with Immortal Taiheng?"

Fu Yin laughed at himself, "Why am I still mad at him? It's my business that I like him, and it's his business if he doesn't respond. Besides, I've figured out his bad temper a long time ago. Don't take it to heart, if I want to be angry for those stupid things he did, how can he live well until now?"

Junxi's eyes suddenly turned red, her lips trembled, and she wanted to say that Your Majesty, your phoenix likes you, he didn't lie to you, and he is not well now, his phoenix feathers were broken, and his body was full of injuries, he Tormented every day.

"Then why doesn't Your Majesty like Taiheng Xianjun anymore?" She asked while holding back her tears.

Fu Yin broke a branch, snow fell on the branch, he tapped on the branch, and the branch turned into a jade flute.

He touched the flute carefully, and replied calmly, "Because I'm tired, Junxi."

Jun Xi tightened his grip on the phoenix feathers that had gradually transformed into his hands.

"I know that no matter how long I wait, he won't be like the phoenix they said, sitting on such a snowy night and playing lovesick songs for me."

The sound of the flute did not know when it stopped.

Trembling, Jun Xi took out the blood-stained phoenix feather from her sleeve. She knelt down in front of Fu Yin, with her hands facing up, and presented the phoenix feather with gold tail feathers in front of Fu Yin.

"Your Majesty, this servant lied to you." Junxi cried and said, "Taiheng Xianjun was indeed captured by Chaoyin and taken to the Demon Realm. In order to protect His Majesty, he was tortured by Chaoyin for several days and even had his phoenix feather broken... In order to prevent Chao Yin from using him to threaten His Majesty, he committed suicide in order to escape, and that day His Majesty met Immortal Taiheng on Pengwu Island was the time when he was tortured by Jiufengyan!"

Fu Yin's mind was blank, and in an instant, his eyes were like flowers, and his eyes were full of the bloody phoenix feather.

He touched the long golden feather with trembling hands.

"What did you say?"

There is no one in the courtyard.

When Fu Yin broke in, the room was full of icy air, the windows were wide open, and the wind and snow were blowing in. The red candle on the table was still intact, without any trace of burning.Fu Yin walked slowly to the bed, the quilt and pillows were neatly laid out, and the bed was flat without a single wrinkle.

Tai Heng is not here.

Fu Yin became more and more panicked, he rushed out of the small courtyard and ran towards Zhe Lan's residence.There were no red lanterns hanging in front of the courtyard, and when Fu Yin entered, he saw only a few empty houses.

Panic almost engulfed all of Fu Yin's senses. He controlled his trembling fingers and pinched a spell, bringing himself to the top of the mountain. Sensei went out.

Farther away, further away, until the entire Pengwu Island is covered.

He could hear laughter, the wind and snow rustling, and leaves falling into the water, but he couldn't hear Tai Heng's voice.

His phoenix is ​​gone.

Fu Yin sat down on the ground slumped, looking at the snow all over the mountains, his mind went blank.

He stood up slowly, walked down the mountain, and when he passed the suspended stone platform where Tai Heng had stood with him, he took a painful look.

At this glance, he was stunned.

Fu Yin ran forward, and pressed his hands in the obvious sunken snow. He watched with wide eyes, outlined the traces, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

There used to be a huge cat curled up here, watching the snow and playing the flute with its master.

It's Tai Heng.

Fu Yin lowered his head deeply, his throat overflowed with a low growl, the sadness in it shook people's hearts.

He missed the phoenix who played lovesickness for him.