The Princess of the Fairy Phoenix Road

Chapter 1136 I'm sorry for him! (3)
Feng Liancheng's temperament actually has an extremely rational and tough side.

No matter what his true thoughts are, Lord Yanling has to admit this——

Even the entanglement between him and Chu Xunyang before was just a play on the spot after his own planning and calculation, not a real covetousness, otherwise, even if it was just the other party's wishful thinking, today, he can't be so calm I discussed this matter with Chu Xunyang.

Chu Xunyang also expected this, and couldn't help urging again, "I'm asking you something! Is it Feng Liancheng or Feng Gan? Do as the Romans do. Since we are going to be here permanently, we have to queue up early. Well, at any rate, you have to take advantage of the dragon's merits early, so that you can rest easy in the future!"

"Conglong Zhigong?" Lord Yanling rubbed her smooth chin with his fingertips, but he looked at her bright eyes with helplessness, "I said that you were anxious to get involved because you were afraid that the world would not be chaotic. Just muddy the water."

While speaking, he raised her chin again and bit her lips.

"I don't want to get involved, but sooner or later they will take the initiative to come to the door. Are they going to keep retreating?" Chu Xunyang said vaguely, wrapped his neck around him, and nibbled on his lips twice.

"You can't stop like this?" Lord Yanling asked ambiguously.

"A major matter between life and death, of course - to strike first -"

The two of them were talking half-truth and half-fiction, but gradually, there was only whispering and rustling in the carriage.

Mr. Yanling has long been accustomed to the fact that his daughter-in-law accidentally wipes out a gun from time to time, but every time he is about to put out a fire, his mood is hovering on the edge of happiness and pain.

He wanted to correct her ingenuity that didn't depend on the occasion and location, but felt that it would be a disadvantage to reject this kind of welfare that was offered to the door, so he could only continue to collapse in this entangled state of mind.

After leaving the palace, the two went directly back to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, and went to Rong Xianyang's place.

"Where's father? Are you back?" Lord Yanling asked.

"Not yet, it should have gone directly to the yamen after the court!" The steward in his yard replied.

"It's noon soon, so let's go in and wait for a while." Lord Yanling nodded, took Chu Xunyang's hand, and walked straight into the house without stopping.

This is the first time for Chu Xunyang to come to Rong Xianyang's courtyard. The atmosphere of the entire courtyard is very similar to him, cold and rigid, and the furnishings in the room are also laid out in a simple atmosphere, as if it was completely tailor-made for him. Strict and cold atmosphere, without any soft breakthrough.

Chu Xunyang spent a long time in the military camp in his previous life, so he didn't find it difficult to accept such an atmosphere.

A servant came in to serve tea and then retreated voluntarily.

Chu Xunyang held the tea bowl and casually looked around.

Mr. Yanling could probably guess her thoughts, so he said with a bitter expression: "It is said that my father was not like this before, but since his mother passed away, his whole person has changed. After all these years, I have not been with him. They said that after his mother passed away, he burned everything related to his mother with his own hands. Since then, he has never said anything about his mother. There is no mother left in this room. He is probably really afraid of recalling those past events."

When he was a teenager, Rong Xianyang was a handsome young man with profound knowledge, both civil and military skills, and he treated others with restraint, peace and courtesy.

It is true that what Lord Yanling said was just dictated by his mother who took care of him since he was a child. Since he was sensible, he has seen his father like this now.

He is still well-educated, outstanding in both literary and martial arts, but he is like a cold monument, without joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. As a father, although he takes care of him and teaches him with all his heart, he probably uses him as his own use. The last way to miss that woman.

He could feel the deep and mountain-like paternal love he gave, but that feeling was too thick and rich, and sometimes it made him breathless even in a trance.

"Emotional matters have always been a matter of a person's self-knowledge. It doesn't mean that he can let go of it. Since he doesn't want to mention it, we should just pretend that we don't know." Chu Xunyang stretched out his hand and held his finger .

At this moment, she suddenly thought of Chu Yi'an again.

After Liang Xi's death, Chu Yi'an has suffered so far, but the most painful thing for him is that the situation forced him. Even if he loves him again, he must hide that relationship and not mention it to anyone.

Compared with him, Rong Xianyang is different.

Feng Qingmo was his legitimate wife, and if he wanted to cherish or commemorate her, he could do so in a fair manner.

but--

But he erased all traces of that woman from his life.

How much does he have to be afraid of losing what he once had, to be so cowardly, he dare not even leave a breakthrough for himself.

"It's been so many years—" Lord Yanling was just helpless, he originally wanted to say, after so many years, he thought he should let go, but he felt that he couldn't say these words——

Some things and some people, once imprinted in the years, are destined to have a long life, and they cannot be erased just by saying they want to.

"The nanny who took care of me said that he is more sorrowful than heartbroken, and it must be true!" Yanling Jun lost his mind for a moment, and quickly changed the subject. He pinched Chu Xunyang's fingertips and pulled Standing up holding her hand, "Father may not come back in a while, let's go and burn incense for mother first!"

"En!" Chu Xunyang nodded.

The memorial tablet of Princess Yangxian was enshrined in a separate room next to Rong Xianyang's study. It had been placed there for more than [-] years, and incense candles were worshiped every day. Some traces of smoke could be faintly discerned on the beams of the room. Pushing the door open, you will be greeted by a strong smell of incense.

Because Lord Yanling was here, the steward in the yard only opened the door for the two of them and then retreated consciously.

Lord Yanling took a joss stick and lit it, and brought Chu Xunyang to burn incense for Princess Yangxian, as a way of comforting her that he had married a wife and accomplished a major event in life.

Perhaps it was because he had never seen his mother before, Lord Yanling had no sadness on his face, he was always calm, but the tight corners of his lips revealed some unknown emotions in his heart.

The two were burning incense, and just about to get up, they heard someone in the yard saying: "The son is back!"

"En!" Rong Xianyang replied in a low voice with a calm voice.

"Eldest Young Master and Princess Dingguo are here, and they are offering incense to the princess." The steward continued to report.

(End of this chapter)