Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 59

Just as he was wondering, there was another bang sound of the door being knocked open. Uncle Rong rolled out like the wind again, rolled up to the scroll nailed on the wall, stared blankly at the words, and slowly stretched out his hand to go He touched it, but quickly withdrew his hand as if being scalded.

He turned his head and stared at Uncle Rong curiously. Why are Uncle Rong's eyes a little red?Why is your face a little pale?Why are your lips a little blue?Hey, it's whiter, greener, and redder...

With a whoosh and a flick of his sleeves, a villain who wanted to peep into other people's turbulent heart was steadily invited out of the yard and stayed in the tree.

Baozi Xiao's grievances... What are you doing, don't you just want to cry?Is it worth losing your temper?I often cry too, why didn't I send you up the tree?

Be ruthless——I want to practice martial arts, I want to practice the strongest martial arts. If I finish it, I don’t care if I want to cry or not. As long as I am happy, roll up my sleeves and make a sound, and you all go to the tree and stay there!

After the hard work, I looked under the tree...how did I get down...

Someone opened the door and came in, walking steadily, Baozi Xiao was overjoyed, and turned around to see Uncle Qi.

Just as he was about to call out, he saw that Uncle Qi lost his usual laughing expression, and walked quickly to Uncle Rong's room.

Baozi Xiao stared at his hand, the hand he pushed the door seemed to be shaking?

There was a low voice in the room, and the voice could be heard from a distance, like a sob trapped in a nightmare.

Xiao Baozi suddenly felt bleak, everyone is abnormal today, everyone is very strange, as if, there is something unknown, in this ordinary day, the whole body is turned upside down, and with a bang, many people who have long been scattered are scattered. The dusty past, the rising soot, filled the new fog.

This strange and stagnant atmosphere puzzled him. After thinking for a long time, he simply stretched and lay down.

A ray of yellow sunset reflected on his long eyelashes, which were long and slightly curled, like quiet golden strings.

He fell asleep.

When Baozi Xiao woke up, he was already sleeping in his mother's arms.

Opening his eyes, for the first moment, he looked into a pair of clear and beautiful eyes like glass.

He was stunned, a little confused, wondering if he was still in a dream, because he had seen these eyes in the dream just now.

However, he smiled instantly.

Because he saw that lazy bastard of his, smiling and pressing her cold hand to his cheek.

So he was shocked, and immediately became sober that he couldn't wake up again.

Grinning, Xiao Baozi was very happy to think of the pair of beautiful eyes that he could not forget when he stood on tiptoe to hand over the jade lock piece.

He said, "Uncle, you are here."

Chu Feihuan looked at the child in front of him, his eyes were tinged with a rare warmth. Three years ago, he was holding his small and soft body. At that time, he was just a baby, lying quietly in the fire ground of Changle Palace. He stood beside his mother's appalling corpse. When he picked him up, he could clearly smell the baby's milk in the strong smell of blood and flames. The child's face was as plump as a peach in the firelight. At that moment, he suddenly felt that the flowers on the trestle bridge bloomed like a tree, a branch in late spring, and finally withered forever.

After three years, the baby grows into a lively child, the dead person is resurrected after three lives, and everything seems to be starting again perfectly.

But what about myself...

Some things that are lost are lost forever, and can never be retrieved, like time, like those quiet but silent years, like... his once healthy and intact limbs.

What kind of smoke dream is the past?Whose prophecy and ending is it that wakes up from a dream?

His eyes sank, like the deep sea.

Xiao Rong suddenly leaned over.

He didn't understand what happened, and he didn't know why this uncle he liked looked at him with such sad and painful eyes, but the pain made him feel a little pain. In his short four-year-old life, He had never felt like this before, and he couldn't wait to pass on the warmth to the people he valued.

He leaned over and touched Chu Feihuan's slightly cold cheek with his face.

He also patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and relieved like an adult, "Okay, everything is fine now..."

Chu Feihuan was stunned.

His eyes slowly turned to the little fat claws on his shoulders, but the warm and soft touch on his cheeks was still there.

For a moment, I didn't know how to treat a child's thoughtfulness and comfort.

Unlike the pity of adults, which will bring people the pain of tearing, the innocent friendship is as clean as gardenia, as smooth and beautiful as silk, brushing away the cracks and wounds that drip blood in the heart, and the curative effect is like a panacea.

Chu Feihuan lowered his eyelashes, hiding his agitation behind his eyes—he still didn't know how to deal with it in the end.

But Baozi Xiao didn't think much of it at all, he grinned and looked at his mother triumphantly.

Qin Changge nodded approvingly at him, at this time Qi Fanrong Xiaotian had already come out to greet him.

Seeing Chu Feihuan, Qi Fan said: "Brother Chu, the green garden in the backyard is quiet and quiet. I have ordered someone to clean it out, so how about resting there?"

Rong Xiaotian was silent and stood far away.

"I still live in Haoxuexuan." Chu Feihuan said softly, "I'm used to it."

Saying this sentence, I felt a pain in my heart again, I got used to it—in the past three years, I was more used to the leftovers from dilapidated temples and gutters, right?
Rong Xiaotian had already hurriedly ordered someone to tidy up Hao Xuexuan, and Qi Fan stepped forward in person, took the wheelchair pushed by Qin Changge, and said, "It's not early, you'd better go back to Prince Zhao's mansion earlier, lest he Suspicious."

"Well," Qin Changge went into the study, found a piece of yellow mounting paper, swiped a big pen, drew a random talisman, put it in his arms, Qi Fan handed over another scroll, and said, "What did you want last time?" The three things I checked, Chihe is far away, and the news has not come back, and the other two things are written in the volume, you take it to read."

Nodding and putting them in his arms, Qin Changge looked back and smiled at Chu Fei, "Brother Chu, since you are back, please rest assured to recuperate. I will end my errands in Zhao Wangfu as soon as possible. Let's have a good chat."

Hurrying back to King Zhao's Mansion, it was already time to turn on the lights. Qin Changge pretended to stick the "magic talisman" on the gate of the small courtyard, while Xiao Baozi squatted at the gate of the courtyard, spitting vividly and talking to a pair of servants about the " How miraculous and grandiose is the "Immortal Master" and how difficult it was for the father and son to wait from morning to afternoon in order to obtain this talisman. The two servants were dumbfounded, and they were full of admiration for that ghostly talisman. .

After dismissing the servant girl, Xiao Baozi dragged Qin Changge and told about how he met Xiao Jue today, but cleverly concealed the plot of buying dim sum, and only said that when he met Xiao Jue while shopping, His Majesty the Emperor kindly invited him He ate the thousand-layer cake, which he sternly refused, but it was hard to be kind, but in order to prevent the emperor from getting angry and chopping off his head, he had to reluctantly eat a little bit of Yunyun.

Qin Changge didn't pay attention to his nonsense, all his attention was on the Taoist priest and the conversation, and after listening to it, he looked at Baozi carefully... Although this child is more like Rui Yi in the previous life, he does have Xiao Jue. The shadow, and with the growth of age, will only become more and more similar, and will be discovered sooner or later.

Hmm... What would Xiao Jue think if he didn't find her in Shanglin Nunnery?

If he really believed that Ruiyi's mother and son were both alive, and Baozi was his son, then it was normal to doubt her, and it seemed that he had to speed up his exploration in Zhao Wang's mansion.

He took out the paper scroll Qi Fan handed to her from his bosom, looked at it, smiled slightly, and said, "It really is."

The birthday of Meng Tingyuan, a great Confucian in Yingdu, was not the day Zhao Wang celebrated him in the palace.

And although the news about An Feiqing, a great tycoon in the east of Longdong, has not been sent back, Qi Fan has carefully checked his whereabouts when he was in Yingdu. What method did they use? I asked An Feiqing's whereabouts in Beijing for many days from the driver of An Feiqing's house. There were two strange things. Out of the city, another thing is that on the day of the accident, An Feiqing ordered the driver to set up the car, saying that he would go to Tianqu Street to buy some Kyoto gifts for his family members who stayed in Longdong. They went out from Nansi Street, and they could take a shortcut to Tianqu Street However, An Feiqing insisted on taking a detour from Xifu Street. Somehow, the car was going well and suddenly swayed, and hit the gatekeeper of a mansion next to it. Whose mansion is it? He is illiterate, and only vaguely remembers the four characters on the plaque.

Qi Fan finally said in the letter: Xifu Avenue was originally the residence of princes and nobles. Many princesses, princes, princes, and county kings live there. The four-character plaque name can exclude the princess’s mansion and the king’s mansion, but there are county kings and princes. It's possible, as for who it is - we have to continue to investigate.

Qin Changge sighed slightly, "It's really complicated... the king of the county..." She smiled slowly, set the scroll on fire, and burned it.

With a lick of the tongue of fire, the scroll turned from white to black and then to gray, and fell slowly into the lamp on the table. Qin Changge clapped his hands and said to his son, "Sleep!"

The wind blew up in the middle of the night, and the night wind in late autumn slapped the window paper, giving a vague sense of winter. Qin Changge finished exercising for a week, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as stars.

Shimen's Biluo magic skill is a superb martial art. After this period of time, Qin Changge has achieved some success. Her body is now slender and light, and her bones are flexible and soft. It is a good material for practicing light kung fu. "Shaxing" is even more effective, Qin Changge is very satisfied-lightness work is the most important, the magic weapon for escaping.

Getting out of bed, changed into dark clothes, covered his face with a gauze, Qin Changge flied out lightly, his figure fluttering like water plants in the night, although it was not as good as the super lightness skills of his previous life, but it must be about the same for ordinary royal guards .

The night was dark, and Qin Changge didn't even look at it. He went straight to the place where Xiao Chen drank at night. From a distance, he saw bright lights on both sides of the corridor, clustered in rows, winding endlessly, as if they were walking towards the sky, just like the Milky Way Hanging upside down, flying light and flowing colors.

What a luxury!Qin Changge stopped in his tracks, cursing inwardly, how can anyone pass by with so many lanterns still lit in the middle of the night!

(End of this chapter)