Father is too cruel, I don't want to be a eunuch

  "Prince Wang, he has no relation with me whatsoever." Xing Wuyun picked up the cup in front of him, just about to pour tea.

  But Feng Ao Tian snatched it over, "Why use a cup that I've used?"

  "If you don't give it to me, then I won't drink it. Let me die of thirst." Xing Wuyun withdrew his hand and looked at Feng Ao Tian, saying in a low tone.

  "Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, 'Then you can die of thirst.' As she spoke, her wrist moved and the cup in her hand was tossed out."

  Xing Wuyun's figure flashed, and he steadily caught the cup in his hand. A proud smile played on his lips as he sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

  Looking at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, although I don't know why his martial arts are the same as mine, but I should know his identity."

  "Let's hear it." Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun, staring at him holding his own cup, savoring the drink with relish.

  "Has the king ever heard about the origin of the two countries, Feng and Qiu?" Xing Wuyun leaned against the soft couch, fiddling with the cup in her hand, seemingly lost in thought. Why was it that the tea water she drank from the cup she used wasn't so bitter?

  "What is the origin of the two countries of Feng and Qiu?" Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze towards Mu Han Jin.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Xing Wuyun, picked up the cup, and poured tea for Feng Ao Tian. He then placed it in her hand, and they leaned against each other. Feng Ao Tian rested her head on his chest, her delicate face radiating a soft glow as she spoke, "The two countries of Feng and Qiu were originally one country, originating from a sect 500 years ago called 'Feng Qiu'. This sect was dual-gated, with a male and female leader in charge of the two major organizations. The male led Feng, while the female led Qiu. Later, they established the country of Feng Qiu, where men took the throne, and women established the dark guard of Feng Qiu. Each generation's dark lord was succeeded by a woman. 300 years ago, the dark lord fell in love with the King of Qi at that time, and due to her emotions, she betrayed the Emperor of Feng Qiu. From then on, the country of Feng Qiu split into two countries: Feng Guo and Qiu Guo, which remains until today."

  Feng Ao Tian listened carefully, "What does that have to do with the fake Feng Ao Yun?"

  "The king of Qi ascended to the throne as emperor for less than a month, when this dark lord was killed by the Emperor of Zhi Guo. The dark guards in her hands disappeared overnight without a trace. Later, the Emperor of Zhi Guo sent people to search for them, but still found nothing. This matter was thus settled, and the dark guards of Feng Zhi Guo have never appeared again." Mu Hanjin said slowly, "Because when that dark lord died, she said that 300 years later, Feng Zhi would merge, and the Emperor of Zhi Guo has been uneasy about this matter all these years. The reason why there have been constant wars on the borders is actually because Zhi Guo was afraid of fulfilling what the dark lord said, so they took the initiative to attack first and annexed Feng Guo into Zhi Guo."

  "What's next?" Feng Ao Tian asked further.

  "That year, the Emperor of Qiguo also secretly cultivated his own dark guards, and the Dark Master was the eldest disciple of the 'Wuxie Gate' at that time." Mu Hanjin looked at Xing Wuyun, "This matter, let Young Master Xing explain to His Highness."

  Xing Wuyun's peach blossom eyes flickered, and he put the teacup on the low table, leaning lazily against it. "The 'Wu Xie Men' is divided into two major sects: Zheng Xie and Xie Xie. The so-called Zheng Xie refers to the righteous energy within, while Xie Xie refers to the evil thoughts within. In those years, the Xie Sect was defeated by the Zheng Sect, and in a fit of anger, they left the sect. From then on, the 'Wu Xie Men' only had the Zheng Sect, and the Xie Sect disappeared from the Jianghu."

  "According to what you said, you are a true disciple of the 'Wu Xie Men' sect, while that fake Feng Ao Yun is a heretic disciple of the 'Wu Xie Men' sect?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Xing Wu Yun and asked.

  "He is or isn't, I don't know. After all, the Evil Sect has been gone for 300 years. If he really is a disciple of the Evil Sect, then he can't be unrelated to the Dark Guards of Qī Guó.However, there's another possibility." Xíng Wú Yún said slowly, "Actually, after the Evil Sect left 'Wú Xié Mén' back then, Eldest Brother took his disciples and became the Dark Guards of Qī Guó, while Second Brother took his disciples and established their own sect. That is now one of the three major halls in the world, 'Shì Hún Gé'."

  "This country's Dark Guard would not easily appear in Feng Guo, so your meaning is that this person is the master of 'Soulsnatcher Pavilion'?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes shot out a cold gleam, raised his gaze and looked at Xing Wu Yun to ask.

  "It seems so." Xing Wuyun nodded and continued, "Now that we know his identity, then, Your Highness, what about the Shuixue Lian?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "What do you want?"

  "It's better to seize the day than to wait for it." Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Ao Tian's words and knew there was a plan, so he hurriedly leaned in and said with a smile.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Accompany me in a drink?"

  "Alright." Mu Hanjin replied in a warm voice.

  Xing Wuyun's expression turned stern, "Your Highness, wasn't the Shuixian Lotus meant for me alone?"

  "Grandfather said that if you can find it, it will belong to you alone, but..." Feng Ao Tian shook his head and sighed.

  "If we're talking about being ruthless, the king is first and Wei Zuo Mo is absolutely second." Xing Wu Yun muttered helplessly.

  Feng Ao Tian glanced at Xing Wu Yun and said, "Follow me to get some wine."

  "Yes." Xing Wuyun hastily got up from the soft couch and followed Feng Ao Tian as he left.

  Mu Hanjin was about to catch up, but Feng Ao Tian pushed him onto the bed and kissed his mouth corner, "Stay well for me."

  Mo Hanjin's gentle eyes blinked lightly, and a faint smile played on the corners of his mouth. "Okay."

  Feng Ao Tian rose from his body, turned around, and looked at Xing Wu Yun who was eagerly waiting at the door of the bedroom. A hint of evil charm appeared on the corner of his mouth as he lightly tapped his toes before leaving the bedroom.

  Xing Wuyun saw the situation and hastily flew up, closely following behind. In a moment, they flew into the imperial palace without anyone noticing. The two of them landed in the Imperial Flower Garden.

  Xing Wuyun followed Feng Ao Tian as they walked forward, passing through pavilions and corridors, artificial hills and strange rocks. The garden was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the tips of the willows swayed gently in the moonlight, creating a serene and secluded atmosphere.

  Feng Ao Tian wore a moon-white brocade robe with a subtle sheen, her figure radiant and exuding a faint aura of serenity. Xing Wu Yun walked behind her, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on her body, as if a celestial being had descended to earth, transcending the mundane world and leaving him somewhat dazed.

  As they walked through the flower cluster and stood beside the small pavilion by the water, Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze to Xing Wu Yun, "The Broken Snow Lotus is right here."

  Xing Wuyun took a step forward and looked at the clear lake in front of him. He seemed to have understood something, and just as he was about to turn around, Feng Ao Tian kicked him down with one foot.

  Xing Wuyun struggled in the lake, turned around, and a pair of bright eyes showed grievance, "Your Highness, this is already the fourth time."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "The Shuixian Lotus is in the lake, you can find it yourself, I'll rest for a while."

  As she spoke, she sat down in a pavilion on one side, admiring the scenery in the imperial garden.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian, who showed no intention of helping him out of the lake. He lowered his head and gazed at the lake, which was neither large nor small. At this moment, with the night deep and people quiet, the cold air biting and the dew heavy, he was alone, soaking in the icy water. How long would he have to keep searching?

  However, thinking of the only Snow Lotus in the world, he gritted his teeth and plunged into the lake. The lake was sparkling with ripples, the moonlight shone on the water, and waves were stirred up, it was very serene.

  After a long time, Xing Wuyun still couldn't find it, and hurriedly poked his head out of the lake, panting heavily, then dived back in. When he wanted to come out again, he lowered his head and found that his feet were entangled by seaweed, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get free. He suddenly felt very unlucky, drinking large mouthfuls of lake water, even though he was unable to struggle, he couldn't shake it off. Gradually, his body sank into the lake.

  Feng Ao Tian listened to the lake surface, which had become quiet, and waited for a long time without seeing Xing Wu Yun's figure. He lightly tapped his toes and flew into the lake, swimming inside for a while before discovering his slowly sinking silhouette.

  Xing Wuyun felt that he was going to drown in the lake, but when he lowered his head, he found a wine bottle under his feet. He excitedly stretched out his hand and with his last bit of strength, pulled the bottle into his arms, hugging it tightly. Even if he died, he wanted to be accompanied by wine.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a satisfied expression, thinking it was amusing. He quickly swam over, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his own embrace, lowered his head, kissed his lips, and transferred his breath into his mouth. Then he took out the dagger from his chest and cut off the seaweed that bound them apart.

  Xing Wuyun's eyes widened as he gazed at the face inches from his, and the softness imprinted on his lips. For a moment, his mind wandered, her raven hair drifting with the lake water like a celestial being emerging from a jade pool, causing him to lose all rational thought.

  With one hand holding the wine jug and the other wrapped around her slender waist, he savored her lips as if tasting his favorite Fleur de Lis wine, unable to help but let out a satisfied sigh.

  Feng Ao Tian opened her eyes wide, looking at Xing Wu Yun in front of her, and suddenly felt that she had been kissed by him again. The two slowly swam out of the lake surface, Feng Ao Tian lightly patted him, and threw him onto the lakeside, while she turned around and fell to one side.

  Xing Wuyun carefully protected the wine as he fell, afraid of breaking it. He looked up to see Feng Ao Tian bursting through the calm lake surface, splashing out countless water droplets, and flying back onto land. He quickly scrambled to his feet, "Your Highness, I've found it."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian looked at him, wondering if he only had wine in his brain.

  "Your Highness, I didn't think of it earlier, but this Shuixue Lian is best buried in the lake." Xing Wuyun held the Shuixue Lian tightly in his arms, wishing he could quickly find a secluded spot to secretly treasure it, unfortunately, there was only one jar of this wine.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly moved forward, his eyes locked onto Xiang Yun's gaze, his body leaning forward slightly.

  Xing Wuyun's body leaned back, his face vigilant as he looked at her, "Prince Wang, what are you going to do?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't move!"

  Xing Wuyun opened his eyes wide, a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes that shone even brighter under the moonlight. He slightly pursed his red lips, and only then did he remember that he had just been with her, and what's more, had thoroughly enjoyed it... Upon realizing this, he suddenly felt that he was indeed ill.

  Feng Ao Tian's body slowly leaned in towards him, until her lips slowly approached, Xing Wu Yun suddenly swallowed hard, those lips looked so tempting...

  He tightly hugged the wine jar, his eyes staring blankly at her as she slowly approached him. Feng Ao Tian raised his hand to cover his gaze, then put it down again, saying to the thing he had taken from Xing Wu Yun's head, "So you like staying on top of his head."

  As he spoke, he looked at Xing Wuyun and said, "There is a toad on your head, but you don't have the slightest feeling. Your vigilance is too low."

  Xing Wuyun finally came to his senses, looking at Feng Ao Tian's hand holding the toad. His eyes blinked, flashing a hint of disappointment, just as he was about to speak, he saw the toad in her hand suddenly leap towards him. Xing Wuyun's body, which was already leaning back, instantly fell to the ground. The toad landed right on his handsome face. He widened his eyes and felt something wet and sticky on his lips. Hurriedly raising his hand, he tried to grab the toad off his face, but it kicked its hind legs and jumped into the lake.

  Xing Wuyun hastily turned over, vomiting, and was actually kissed by a toad, thinking of this, he suddenly felt chills, hating that his own mouth would be cut off.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at the scene in front of him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the beauty of the night was indeed captivating. She had her hands clasped around her chest, leaning against one side, "Not leaving yet?"

  Xing Wuyun raised her eyes, with tears in her eyes, "Prince Wang, you did it on purpose."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, and with a flick of his wrist, the wine in his arms fell into her hands. "I'm kind enough to save you, yet you dare be disrespectful to me? I won't punish you, but who should I punish?"

  Xing Wuyun suddenly stood up from the ground, turned around, stared at the lake surface, and looked at the toad that was already standing on a lotus leaf on the lake surface. A flash of anger flickered in his eyes, and with a light tap of his toes, he spun around, his yellow shirt fluttering in the wind, looking very elegant and carefree. With a flourish of his hand, he picked up the toad and landed ashore, saying harshly, "How dare you be disrespectful to me? If I don't punish you, who will?"

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth slightly curled up, thinking when did he become like this? He didn't even bother with him, turned around and flew out of the Imperial Garden.

  Xing Wuyun held up one of the toad's legs in his hand and said, "Hmph, I'll soak you in wine when I get back."

  As he spoke, he closely followed and flew away.

  The garden regained its usual tranquility, and a bright yellow figure fell down. Looking at the departing figure, his eyes gleamed with ferocity, and he turned around solemnly, leaving.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to her bedroom and found that Mu Hanjin had already prepared the dishes to go with their wine, waiting for her.

  She smiled slightly and put down the wine jar, then walked into the inner hall, took off her wet clothes, changed into a dry undergarment, and came out.

  Xing Wuyun also fell down immediately, but kept sneezing non-stop. While sneezing, he stared fiercely at the toad in his hand.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Xing Wuyun's appearance and asked in a warm voice, "What's wrong with you?"

  "Is this empty jar yours? Give me one." Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanjin and asked.

  "Feng Gonggong, go find one for me." Feng Ao Tian walked out from the inner hall, looked at him and sat down, saying.

  "It is." replied Feng Gonggong, and immediately ordered someone to go fetch it.

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, warm and gentle, looking at Feng Ao Tian, then sat down beside her. Suddenly, she remembered the pipa melody she played that night, a hint of melancholy flashed in her heart.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Tonight, you can't let him off easy."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly and turned to look at Xing Wuyun, who was still competing with the toad.

  Before long, Si Xi carried a jar into the bedroom, Xing Wu Yun picked up the toad and threw it directly into the wine jar. Then, he stuffed the jar into Si Xi's arms, "Fill this jar with wine, then seal the jar well and bury it under the pear blossom tree."

  "Yes." Si Xi led the order and immediately retreated with the tray again.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Don't you go change your clothes yet? The smell on you is truly peculiar."

  Xing Wuyun coldly snorted and didn't mind, "I'm just like this, it doesn't matter."

  "Grandfather can smell you..." Feng Ao Tian leaned forward slightly, his finger pointing at the man's slightly raised lips, "There is a toad-like aura emanating from this place."

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback at first, then he turned around and glared fiercely at Feng Ao Tian, before getting up and striding into the inner hall.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, turning his gaze to look at Mu Han Jin who was staring at her with a profound meaning.

  "Look what we have here, do you want to let me take a sniff too?" Feng Ao Tian said, stretching out his hand, hooking around his neck, lowering his head, and lightly sipping at his lips.

  Mo Hanjin's mouth curved into a faint smile as she let her paint her own lips, lightly sucking on them...

  "Look not at what is contrary to propriety." Xing Wuyun changed into a new set of clothes, sat down directly, picked up the cup and rinsed his mouth, until he felt no longer nauseous, then raised his eyes and looked at the two of them.

  Feng Ao Tian Ruo gazed at him with interest, his thin lips already red and swollen from being bitten for a long time. His handsome face was tinged with a faint pink color, and his eyebrows and eyes exuded a carefree and unrestrained air. He casually rolled up his sleeves and looked at the scattered snow lotus in front of him, sweeping away the previous concealment. His eyes sparkled with dazzling light as he raised his hand to hold the wine jar in his arms. Before opening it, he took a deep sniff, then opened it and took another deep breath. With an expression of enjoyment, he exclaimed, "This is truly the world's unparalleled good wine."

  "Fill it up for Grandpa." Feng Ao Tian's eyes dimmed slightly as he stared at him.

  Xing Wuyun also had no choice but to reluctantly raise his cup, "I'll drink first as a toast." He said, and then tilted his head back and drank, followed by another sigh.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, "This is actually the first time I've shared a drink with you since I returned to the capital."

  "I offer a toast to Your Majesty." Mu Hanjin said with a smile, raising his cup.

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian raised his cup and they both drank it all in one gulp.

  Xing Wuyun looked at the two people in front of him, sighed helplessly, and really couldn't understand how two men could generate such passion. He shook his head, poured himself another cup, and drank it alone.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin also ignored him, exchanging a glance and smiling at each other as they quietly drank their wine.

  That night, the Regent's residence was still quiet, but it exuded a faint warmth.

  The next morning, the two of them had just finished drinking, Xing Wuyun hugged the wine jar and fell asleep on the table, Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin lay on the roof, admiring the unusually quiet night scene until dawn.

  The two of them immediately went downstairs, but didn't feel a bit sleepy. They entered the inner hall and began to wash up and change their clothes.

  Xing Wuyun slowly came to, looked down at the wine jug in his arms, feeling satisfied but also a little regretful. He then walked into the inner hall and saw that the two of them were already dressed and ready. "Your Highness, does this Shuixue Lian have a secret recipe for brewing wine?"

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at him, "I'm only in charge of hiding the wine, not brewing it."

  "Alas, what a pity! This is the only jar, and I'm afraid we won't be able to drink it again in the future." Xing Wuyun shook his head and sighed.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a loving gaze, his mouth curled up in a faint smile, "Alright, aren't you on duty today?"

  Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, can...can..."

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes dimmed slightly, "How could it be? Now I don't want to go?"

  "I am a lazy person." Xing Wuyun really felt that the imperial palace was a prison, and he truly didn't know why so many people were willing to risk their lives to get in.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "The Regent's Palace and the Imperial Palace, choose one. Do you want to be on duty in this palace or go to the imperial palace for duty?"

  Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Is there another choice?"

  "Don't test my patience." Feng Ao Tian sat down immediately, his eyes gleaming with cold severity.

  Xing Wuyun felt that he had sold himself for a pot of wine to the regent, and suddenly thought that this wine was not good stuff. However, now that things have come to this point, the imperial palace still has some leisure time. He raised his eyes, looked around, and replied decisively, "I bid farewell."

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at Xing Wu Yun's back as he turned to leave, then lifted his eyes and looked towards Mu Han Jin, "Follow this king into the palace."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, "Should we inform all officials?"

  "No need, today I'm going to meet that fake emperor." Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a low voice.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "The identities of the successive Soul-Devouring Pavilion masters have always been extremely secretive. I've already sent people to investigate, but all those who knew about his origins are dead, and there's no way to find out."

  "In this world, unless they are twins, there won't be two people who look exactly alike. His background must be related to the Crown Prince. If so, let's start investigating from the Crown Prince's side." Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin and asked indifferently.

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, "I have already sent someone to investigate in person."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "Let's go." As he spoke, he took Mu Hanjin's hand and the two left the Regent Prince's mansion. In less than an hour, all officials in the capital city had already learned that the Regent Prince was now awake.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped into the imperial palace, where Xing Wu Yun happened to be changing into his official uniform. He was lazily patrolling with a pair of guards when he saw her arrive, and hastily paid his respects, saying "Your subject greets Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian Shang took a step forward, leaning his body to the side, and whispered in his ear, "The imperial palace is full of fine wines and spirits. This king remembers that in the southwestern corner of the Western Palace, there is an old eunuch who particularly likes brewing wine. This jar of shattered snow lotus was also scooped from him."

  Xing Wuyun's eyes, which had just been dull and lifeless, suddenly shone with a radiant light. He hastily turned to Feng Ao Tian, looking as if he had found a treasure, and bowed his head in gratitude, saying "Your humble servant thanks Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth curved into a faint smile as he walked forward.

  Xing Wuyun walked forward with a spirited and majestic air, leading the Imperial Guard.

  Mu Hanjin looked at him with a joyful figure and turned to Feng Ao Tian beside her, "Your Highness, how did he become so happy?"

  "We've found the treasure." Feng Ao Tian gripped Mu Han Jin's hand tightly as they headed towards the Empress Dowager's chambers.

  Inside the Empress Dowager's palace, Xing Zhiyan was reporting on affairs when she heard Guo Hui come to report, "Your Majesty, the Regent King has arrived."

  Feng Ao's eyes flashed with a cold glint as he raised his gaze and looked at Xing Zhiyan to the side, "Everyone withdraw."

  "Yes." Xing Zhiyan bowed and replied, then retreated and went out.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped into the bedroom and saw Xing Zhiyan raise her eyes, looking at her with a hint of evil charm on her lips, smiling lightly, "How did the Empress Dowager see me, and then leave?"

  "I'm just feeling a bit stifled, so I'll take a walk and not disturb Your Majesty and the Empress Dowager's conversation." Xing Ziyuan's eyes were cold and calm as she turned away, her demeanor elegant as she walked out of the palace.

  Feng Ao Tian led Mu Han Jin's hand, walking slowly into the inner chamber. As soon as they entered, he saw Feng Ao Yun sitting upright on the main seat. She stood in the center of the grand hall, a deep smile at the corner of her mouth. "I must be blind," she said, "I didn't expect the master of Nieyuan Pavilion to look so much like the late emperor."

  Phoenix Proud Cloud's eyes flashed with a hint of micro flash, looking at Phoenix Proud Tian, "I was originally Phoenix Proud Cloud, your imperial brother."

  "Oh." Feng Ao Tian looked at the man in front of him, "I, the king, have grown up with the former emperor since childhood, so I naturally know his habits."

  "Is that so?" Feng Ao Yun coldly snorted, "Will you follow me to a place?"

  "What's wrong with that?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at Feng Ao Yun.

  "But he doesn't have to follow." Feng Ao Yun pointed at Mu Han Jin and said in a deep voice.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at Mu Han Jin. His eyes flashed with a hint of dim light, grasping his hand and pulling him into his arms, lightly kissing the corner of his mouth, then said, "You take a stroll in the palace, wait for me."

  "Yes, Your Highness." Mu Hanjin nodded, now seemingly accustomed to such intimate gestures with her, and not minding doing so in front of others.

  Feng Ao Yun gazed at the warmth between Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin, a hint of gloom flashing across her eyes. She then rose to her feet, walked to her front, and stepped out of the bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and followed him at a moderate pace, the two of them walking slowly through the majestic imperial palace, out of the empress dowager's bedroom, and along the corridor step by step.

  Feng Ao Yun gazed at the scene before him with a thoughtful expression, as if he had returned to the past. One hand was behind his back, while the other stroked the red brick wall, and a warm smile played on his lips, as if he wanted to melt into the scenery before him.

  Phoenix proudly at this moment, has been walking by his side, looking at him with such an expression, the image of her imperial brother's similar expression appears in her mind, still remembering that when she was five years old, he followed her imperial brother strolling along this corridor, step by step, walking very slowly, he turned his head, smiling and looking at her, "Do you still remember this place?"

  Feng Ao Tian returned to his senses, the two had already walked to a corner of a palace, he slowly squatted down and pulled out a piece of broken stone from the gap, he slowly stood up and placed the stone in her hand, on which was carved a cloud character and a sky character. "You once said that clouds and sky would never be separated."

  Feng Ao's heart skipped a beat, she raised her eyes and stared at him. This sentence was one that she remembered from the beginning to the end of her previous life, but now, why did he say it out loud? She couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"

  "What do you think?" Feng Ao Yun raised his hand, hooked her nose, stretched out his hand and grasped hers in the palm of his broad hand, leading her to continue walking forward.

  At this moment, Feng Ao Tian was a little dazed, as if her heart was out of control, following the figure in front of her, such a scene made her think she was no longer herself.

  The figure in front of me, the familiar back, the familiar figure, and the words that belong to her and him, why does this person know?

  A gentle breeze blew by, pulling her back from her thoughts. She lowered her head and looked at the familiar hand holding hers. She was taken aback, pulled her hand out of his, raised her eyes, and met his gaze. "Who are you?"

  Feng Ao Yun smiled faintly and didn't speak, raised her hand, and once again grasped hers in the palm of his hand, continuing to walk forward. This path was rarely traversed by anyone, except for the eunuchs and palace maids on duty within the palace, only she and her imperial brother would come here.

  Before he knew it, he had brought her to a palace that had been abandoned for a long time. It was the former residence of his brother's mother, the queen dowager. His own mother had also passed away early on, so whenever he missed her or felt down, he would come here.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his figure, those two years, he always came to this place, and she always quietly stayed by his side, raised her eyes, looking at the scenery that had already disappeared in front of her.

  Feng Ao Yun pushed open the large door of the palace, and due to the fact that no concubine had entered for many years, the door made a heavy creaking sound. He raised his head, gazing at the scenery before him, then turned around, and a gentle smile played on his lips. "Come in."

  Feng Ao Tian stepped into the palace, holding her hand and walking slowly. The sound of her childhood laughter seemed to echo in his ears, as well as the emperor's doting gaze upon her, accompanying her...

  "It's been so long since I came here, and this place hasn't changed at all." Feng Ao Yun slowly walked forward, pushed open the door of the house in the courtyard, and even though the room was already filled with dust, he raised his hand to stroke the familiar decorations. Then, he turned around and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Does this soft couch still remember?"

  Feng Ao Tian followed his gaze and saw the soft couch in front of him, covered with a net. However, memories came flooding back like waves, she slightly closed her eyes, then opened them again to look at him, "Hmm."

  Feng Ao Yun stepped forward and sat down on the soft couch, gesturing for her to sit beside him. "Shall we start over?"

  Feng Ao Tian blinked her eyes, looking at him, the figure in front of her getting closer and closer, until he stood before her, stretched out his hand, and pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

  Feng Ao Tian suddenly startled, then pushed her away. Feng Ao Yun raised his voice and laughed, "Back then, you also pushed me away like this and ran out."

  Feng Ao Tian turned her gaze, looking at him, these scenes vividly entered her mind one by one, as if she had personally experienced them. She couldn't help but feel that the female lead's previous incarnation had already infused that person into her own soul, to the point where she could so clearly feel the woman's crazy and extreme love and pain for him.

  "Who are you, really?" Feng Ao Tian asked again, she didn't believe that the person in front of her was really that person.

  "Who am I?" Feng Ao Yun got up from the soft couch, lifted her wrist, and rolled up her sleeve. On her arm was a scar, which had faded now, but it could still be seen that it was cut by a sharp object.

  "Do you still remember when you were seven years old, I encountered an assassin, you rushed to my front without caring about your own life, that knife cut on your arm, I held you in my arms, thinking that I would lose you from then on?" Feng Ao Yun gently stroked the scar and said quietly.

  Feng Ao Tian pushed him away and took a step back, "You can't be the Emperor's brother."

  "I was originally." Feng Ao Yun stepped forward and hugged her from behind, "I was originally your imperial brother."

  Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and he hid the chill in his gaze. He then raised his eyes to meet his brother's, "If you are my imperial brother, why do you want to kill me with your own hands?"

  Feng Ao Yun looked at Feng Ao Tian, lowered his head, and once again kissed her lips, sucking and biting hard. Feng Ao Tian pushed him away with force, looking at the blood on the corner of his lips that she had bitten out.

  And he still had a faint smile on his face, "Do you want to know?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded.

  "Stay by my side, don't do anything else, just stay with me." Feng Ao Yun said softly as he looked at her.

  Phoenix's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as she looked at him, "How long have you been following me?"

  "Until I tell you all the truth." Feng Ao Yun smiled warmly, but his eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and no longer looked at him, walking out of the bedroom by himself.

  Feng Ao Yun gazed at her indifferent back as she walked away, his eyes gleaming with an even more intense ferocity. He raised his hand, and the soft couch behind him shattered into pieces. His hands covered his head, and he crouched down to the ground.

  Feng Ao Tian walked on the winding path, recalling all the scenes about this body, every time he thought about it, his heart was like a knife cut.

  She restrained her emotions, then tiptoed away from the annoying place, unknowingly arriving at the side courtyard, where she saw Xing Wuyun standing by the gate, leaning against the doorframe and peeking inside.

  She immediately fell down, pushing him directly in. Xing Wuyun thus directly crashed into the door and almost fell over. Turning around, he saw Feng Ao Tian with a look of surprise, "Your Highness, can't you be gentle every time you appear?"

  Feng Ao Tian ignored him, his eyes gleaming with a gloomy light, and walked directly into the courtyard. There, he saw an old man sitting in the courtyard, which was filled with wine jars.

  Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at the wine jars in the courtyard, his eyes shining brightly. He couldn't help but forget his complaints and hurriedly ran over, lightly sniffing one jar after another.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a greedy expression and said in a low voice, "Come over."

  Xing Wuyun reluctantly turned around, taking three steps back to arrive at Feng Ao Tian's side, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, what are your orders."

  Feng Ao Tian raised her eyes and looked at the old man in front of her, who was also looking up at her.

  "Jiu Gonggong, from now on he will be your disciple." Feng Ao Tian said calmly, turning his gaze to Xing Wuyun, "Still not paying respects to the master."

  "Oh." Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Ao Tian's words, revealing a hint of surprise. Immediately, his handsome face overflowed with joy, and he hastily stepped forward, disregarding seniority, directly kneeling down and kowtowing to the wine shop owner in front of him, "Disciple pays respects to Master."

  The wine shop owner didn't mind Feng Ao Tian, but looked at Xing Wu Yun in front of him, his voice cold and calm, "Stick out your tongue."

  "Yes." Xing Wuyun immediately responded, raised his head and hastily stuck out his tongue.

  "Take off your pants." The wine shop owner said again.

  Xing Wuyun hastily stretched out his hand to block the front and looked at Wine Gonggong, "Master, I don't want to be a eunuch."

  "Just take it off if you're going to, no need for so much nonsense." The wine shop owner said somewhat impatiently.

  Xing Wuyun's face showed a difficult expression, and he looked at Wine Uncle, "Master, you want to tell your disciple what you want to do?"

  The old wine man immediately took out a silver needle and looked at him, "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

  Xing Wuyun listened and thought it was better not to cut, so he casually took off his waistband and stood in front of the wine shop owner with a big smile.

  The old man with the silver needle pointed at him and said in a light tone, "Alright, come back once every three hours every day. No drinking for a month."

  "Ah..." Xing Wuyun thought that a month without drinking was almost more unbearable than being killed.

  "If you want to drink better wine in the future, then endure it." The wine servant put away the silver needle and turned around, looking at Feng Ao Tian, "The old slave greets Your Highness."

  "Uncle Jiu, no need for formalities." Feng Ao Tian looked at the wine uncle in front of her. In her impression, he and Uncle Feng had been following her since childhood. However, Uncle Jiu liked quietness, and he was best at brewing wine, but he was a recluse with the best medical skills. The thousand-year-old poison that Feng Yin Qi was suffering from, she had sent someone to ask him about it early on, unfortunately, no one in this world could solve it.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun on one side, "Grandfather has left, you'd better follow Wine Public to learn well."

  "Yes, Your Highness." Xing Wuyun's face was filled with a smile as he watched Feng Ao Tian leave with a joyful expression.

  Turning around, he looked at the wine shopkeeper beside him, "Master, what should the disciple do?"

  "Go out from here, turn right at the third turning, left at the next three turnings, and walk forward for five hundred steps. There will be a clear spring there. Use this gourd to collect the dripping water from the rocky cliff until it's full." The old man said, handing him a calabash.

  Xing Wuyun readily agreed and immediately took the gourd with joy and left the side house.

  Feng Ao Tian left the Pianyuan and walked out, thinking to himself: Who is this person? If he's not really Feng Ao Yun, how did he know such a secret thing? And if he's really Feng Ao Yun, then what is his purpose in doing so?

  "Prince." Mu Hanjin saw her approaching from a distance and called out softly.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to his senses, raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin. For some reason, seeing him at this moment made him feel very much at ease. A faint smile played on the corner of his mouth as he walked forward until he stood in front of him, grasping his hand. "Return to the manor."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, allowing her to hold his hand as they left the palace side by side.

  Feng Ao Yun returned to his bedroom, Xing Zhi Yan waiting by his side, looking at his gloomy face, also not daring to speak.

  "How did things go?" Feng Ao Yun sat down and asked in a low voice.

  "In three more days, the uprising in the southwest will spread throughout the entire southwest." Xing Ziyuan replied with a bowed head.

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Yun raised his eyes and looked at the bedroom in front of him, then said, "Everything will proceed according to the original plan."

  "Yes." Xing Zhiyan replied, and then retreated out of the room.

  Feng Ao Yun Jing got up and lay on the bed, a cold smile playing on her lips. What else could she do? In her heart, there would always be someone who wasn't him.

  Xing Wuyun followed the instructions of the wine public, found that clear spring, and then saw a stone rock hanging above the clear spring. He flew down, took out the gourd, aimed at the stone rock, and saw that the water droplets fell one by one in half a day. Looking at the gourd in his hand, if he filled the entire gourd, he wouldn't have to go back today. However, looking at the clear spring in front of him, it was very clear, so it would be good to take a bath along with it.

  He put the gourd under the rock, took off his clothes and got into the clear spring pool, leaning comfortably on one side, closing his eyes to meditate.

  Suddenly a figure flashed by, Xing Wuyun suddenly opened his eyes and saw a woman falling beside the clear spring pool. He hurriedly covered himself with both hands, only to see the woman slightly bend down, hook up his clothes, and fly away.

  Digression

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