Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 280 The Covenant
"If you force us to stay, we will only lose out."

"Both will suffer, and I won't let you go!"

Nameless frowned, "You are too domineering!"

Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, then said softly, "I know, but..."

Wuming frowned even tighter, "You can't keep mine, why bother?"

Tears welled up in Feng Jin's eyes again, and she tried not to let them fall, "I want to try!"

Wuming looked at her, his eyes were empty and far away, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

For the first time, Feng Jin felt that she couldn't see through Wuming, and she couldn't understand him either, and her heart began to panic.

"I don't want to fight with you, let me go."

The nameless voice was very soft, revealing a trace of pleading.

Tears welled up in Feng Jin's eyes, and the teardrops condensed on the tip of her eyelashes, and they would fall off when the wind blew, her heart froze bit by bit, frozen into ice, in the early summer of June.

There were only a dozen steps between her and him, but it seemed like thousands of miles away, separated by an unbreakable gap.

"You let me go."

Wuming whispered again, his voice was soft and soft, a little helpless, a little bitter, and a little sad.

As the breeze blew, Feng Jin's tears could no longer be held back and rolled down.

She wanted to ask him why, but she couldn't.

"You let me go."

Wuming said the same thing for the third time, each time like a cold knife, it pierced Feng Jin's heart hard, causing her to tremble in pain.

It's the third time and it still hurts.

Tears blurred his vision, and the nameless and helpless face became a little ethereal and unrecognizable, and Feng Jin couldn't utter a single word, except for crying, it was still crying.

The two stood facing each other, with a distance of more than ten steps between them. The breeze blew, blowing Feng Jin's robe and black hair.

He has made up his mind to go, she can't keep him.

It turns out that even as the Son of Heaven, there are times when he is so powerless.

I don't know how long it has passed, from daytime to dusk, they have been standing face to face like this, Wuming never spoke again, Feng Jin also didn't speak.

The two of them stood in silence like this. This kind of silence and indifference made people even more heartbroken.

Feng Jin suddenly became disheartened, so what if he kept it?Are they really going to turn against each other?

She remembered a sentence, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to be in love with each other.

It's cool to say, how many people can do it?
She thought she was a chic person, but when it came time to really forget each other in the world, the pain in her heart could not be described as a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

Feng Jin stared at Wuming intently. At dusk, the light was not very bright, and Wuming's face became somewhat dim.

Feng Jin suddenly felt that their road ahead was also dark, she couldn't see where the road was, she couldn't even see if there was a road.

She looked at him, even though there were thousands of words in her heart that she wanted to tell him, but when she came to her mouth, there was only one sentence, "If I let you go, will you come back?"

Nameless remained silent, he didn't know the answer, and he didn't want to lie to her.

Feng Jin understood, and her heart felt like a knife was twisted.

"Whether you come back or not, I will wait for you here until you grow old and die."

Nameless or silent.

Feng Jin's tears welled up again, and she turned around slowly, big and big tears fell down, like beads with broken threads.

She couldn't see the palace, but she knew where the direction was. She raised her head and chest, and walked towards the palace step by step.

At least, she still has a place to stay, even if it's cold there, even if it's full of open and secret fights, swords and swords, at least it belongs to her.

Compared with those displaced people, her situation is much better.

"Ajin."

Wuming's voice made Feng Jin suddenly stop in her tracks, and she slowly turned her head in disbelief, staring at Wuming.

Wuming looked at her, his eyes were still empty and far away, but there was a trace of gentleness that was very shallow, so shallow that it was almost invisible, but made Feng Jin's heart suddenly warm up, "Is it Ah Jin?"

"Yes."

Feng Jin heard his voice tremble slightly.

"You wait for me here, when I remember those lost memories, I will come back."

No matter those memories are good or bad, even if the past was bad, he still doesn't want to be with her when he thinks about the past, but he will come back and give her an explanation.

It was the only promise he could make.

Feng Jin's tears poured out like a tide, she looked at him with tears in her eyes, her pale lips trembled violently, and it took her a while to utter a word with difficulty: "Okay!"

Wuming twitched the corners of his mouth, seemed to be smiling, but didn't seem to, but Feng Jin actually smiled, with tears still on his face.

She didn't think about drinking Mengpo soup, how likely it was to think of the past, she didn't think about the promise given by Wuming, the chance of realizing it was almost zero.

Even the slightest hope is still hope, she will hold hope in her heart, waiting here for him, waiting for him to come back.

Wuming looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes became a little stronger, "I think I must have loved you very much in the past, otherwise..."

Otherwise, how could you be so heartbroken when you clearly forgot everything?
In this case, he didn't say it, he didn't want to give her unfounded hope.

Maybe, after a long time, she will forget him, she is the queen, what kind of man does she want?
He didn't want to see her so sad, so sad, haggard, with blue shadows under her eyes, and how many nights she didn't sleep well.

He stopped what he didn't say, and looked at her from a distance. The light was getting darker and darker. Standing there, her face was gradually hidden by the night, and people around her gradually lit up the lights.

"Goodbye."

Wuming turned around slowly and walked towards the gate of the city. After walking a dozen steps, he heard Night Breeze send a soft 'goodbye'.

Until the nameless tall figure completely disappeared into the darkness, Feng Jin still stood there and watched for a long time.

"Your Majesty, go back to the palace."

The deputy leader came over and said softly.

On the way back to the palace, the deputy leader asked in confusion, "Why didn't your majesty stop the leader?"

Feng Jin smiled wryly, "Can you stop it?"

"Your Majesty is as powerful as the leader. Besides, there are subordinates and troops patrolling the city. If His Majesty is determined, he can stop it."

"Even if he is stopped, he will be seriously injured, I—"

Feng Jin sighed faintly, "I don't want to part with it."

The deputy leader was silent for a moment, and asked cautiously, "What if the leader doesn't come back?"

Feng Jin's footsteps stopped suddenly, and the deputy leader looked at her face anxiously, fearing that she would get angry, but he saw that Feng Jin's pale face had only a trace of loneliness, and he was not angry. After feeling lonely, he became firm, "If he doesn't come back , I will go find him!"

She slowly raised her head, looking at the vast night sky, her expression was firm and domineering, "He belongs to me alone, he can't escape!"

The deputy leader was shocked and said nothing.

Feng Jin looked around, "Have we reached Xuanwu District?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Let the other hidden guards go back to the palace first, and you accompany me to the prime minister's mansion to ask for a glass of water and wine."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When they arrived at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the deputy chief went to knock on the door first. The porter who opened the door was startled when he saw the deputy chief, and then saw Feng Jin standing under the porch, his face immediately changed. He didn't know Feng Jin, but he knew Feng Jin. The jade crown and the dragon pattern pendant on the waist.

"Grass, grass people, see Your Majesty."

The porter trembled and was about to kneel down, Feng Jin slightly raised his hand, said 'Excuse me', and raised his foot to step over the threshold.

A young boy with fast legs went to notify Pei Xiu, and Pei Xiu immediately brought Pei's family to greet Feng Jin.

Seeing the Pei family members kneeling on the ground in the courtyard, Feng Jin's eyes dimmed, "It seems that I disturbed you, I wanted to come to Pei Qing for a glass of water and wine on a whim, but you are so tired that you can't even eat well .”

As soon as Pei Xiu heard it, she understood what Feng Jin meant. She didn't like the fact that the Pei family was mobilizing so many teachers. It seemed that the Empress had something on her mind today.

He had already received the news about the Changlu Street matter. Wuming had broken with the Queen. It was inevitable that the Queen would feel uncomfortable, but he did not expect that the Queen would come to the prime minister's mansion to ask him to drink.

Pei Xiu winked at Pei's family, and everyone bowed their heads respectfully and retreated, and soon they all retreated completely, leaving only a young and handsome man walking behind hesitantly, turning their heads to look at each other repeatedly. Feng Jin sent her eyes wide.

"you!"

Feng Jin glanced at him, "Stay here!"

The man immediately stayed happily, Pei Xiu took a look, and his face sank.

"What's your name?"

"Student Pei Chuan."

Feng Jin curled her lips, revealing a meaningful smile, "It seems to be Pei Qing's younger brother."

Her gaze fell on Pei Xiu's gloomy, dripping face, and she smiled slightly, "Your brother is not bad, if you ask him to pour wine for me, would Pei Qing be willing?"

(End of this chapter)