a priest friend of mine

The road down the mountain is steep and unabated. If going up the mountain is climbing to the sky, then going down the mountain is like falling off a cliff. If one accidentally slips on the sole of the foot, it is very likely that you will roll down the mountain.

The huge guard team followed closely behind, and the black stern figure was still in the front, but this time, there was a man in Tsing Yi beside him.

Mo Feng looked back at the beauty who had been silent all the way, stretched out his hand to hold his fair and slender palm, and asked softly: "Qing Chen, are you tired?"

Qing Chen was slightly taken aback, then took his hand out of his palm and said softly, "I'm not tired."

Seeing him resisting himself so much, Mo Feng pursed his lips, and suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of him, half squatting down: "Come on, I will carry you on my back."

Qing Chen's eyes were slightly surprised, but he remained silent.

Lynch next to him was shocked: "Your Majesty, didn't you say that a man of seven feet cannot be carried by a man?"

"It's just you talking nonsense." Mo Feng gave him a hard look, and Lynch immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Seeing that the beauty behind him was indifferent, Mo Feng repeated it patiently: "Come up, I'm tired from squatting."

Only then did Qing Chen slowly raise his eyes, the black pupils were as calm as water.

After a while, he leaned over slightly behind Mo Feng, shaking his lips as if he was a little uneasy, and hesitated to speak.

Mo Feng smiled lightly, stretched out his arms and put his arms around his body, looked sideways and said softly, "Hold me."

Hearing this, he slowly wrapped his hands around his neck, and the next second, Mo Feng straightened up, carried him on his back and weighed it up, and then slowly moved forward.

Lin Qi was afraid that the soles of his emperor's feet would slip, so he hurriedly ran ahead of them, clearing away all obstacles such as gravel on the road for them.

Mo Feng obviously had a hard time walking, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the scorching sun was like fire. The fire burned his whole body, sweating like rain, and the mountain road was too steep. In order to prevent the soles of his feet from slipping, he could only move down inch by inch.

The mountain was only halfway down, and the clothes on Mo Feng's body were already wet with sweat, and even Qing Chen, who was carried on his body by him, felt his hard work.

He lay on Mo Feng's back, looked sideways at the sweat dripping down his face, and felt a little moved in his heart. Slowly, he raised his hand and used his sleeve to wipe away the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes. sweat.

Mo Feng was startled for a moment, then turned into a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and weighed up again behind his back to prevent him from slipping down.

After walking for half an afternoon on a mountain road, a group of people finally reached the foot of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, another group of imperial guards were left guarding the carriage, waiting for their return.

Mo Feng put him down gently, then took his hand and pulled him over there.

There was a large and gorgeous carriage in the middle. Mo Feng pulled him to the front of the carriage, stepped up first, then lowered his body and stretched out his hand to him: "Come up."

Qing Chen's eyes were dim, and he slowly stretched out his hand to cover his body. In the next second, he was firmly pulled into the carriage by Mo Feng and brought inside.

Lynch stood below and shook his head, then ordered the team to move forward.

The huge Imperial Guard team slowly returned to the palace.

Driving along the way was very smooth, spacious and comfortable, and in the luxuriously furnished carriage, Mo Feng stared at the delicate face of the beauty beside him, as if he was fascinated by it, and couldn't help reaching out to stroke his snow-white hair.

After a pause, he suddenly asked, "Qingchen, why is your hair like snow?"

Qing Chen's expression was indifferent, he didn't look at him, but said indifferently: "Disease contracted from urine since childhood."

"Illness?" Mo Feng was slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with a touch of distress, then, he gently held his hands, and said softly: "After returning to the palace, I will definitely let the imperial doctor cure your illness."

Qing Chen didn't answer, nor did he look at him.

Mo Feng smiled indifferently, and squeezed his hand even more tightly.

At night, when there was darkness between the sky and the earth, a group of people slowly arrived at the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

This is Qingchen's first time entering the mortal world after he became an adult, and also the first time entering the imperial palace.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the thin and cold moonlight casts a hazy light on the sky and the earth. At a glance, one can only see the red tiled roofs of the majestic palaces. Brilliant and majestic atmosphere.

Mo Feng led him into a palace, and said to him as he walked, "This is Weiyang Palace, how about you living here from now on?"

Qing Chen's expression was calm and calm, and when he heard his question, he just nodded slightly.

Lynch followed behind the two, looking hesitant to speak.

This Weiyang Palace is the place where the empresses of all dynasties lived, how could the emperor let a man live in it, he is still a Taoist priest!

Lynch was suspicious, but he dared not speak up.

The hot weather and the scorching sun make people feel dry.

The palace people of Weiyang Palace wiped their sweat in muffled voices, but saw the man sitting under the shade of a tree, his eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep, the sweltering weather didn't seem to have any effect on him.

However, not long after Qingchen closed his eyes and fell asleep, the peaceful atmosphere was interrupted, only to see a boy running in at the door, rushing into his arms without thinking.

Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes, looked down at the little man in his arms, the boy also raised his head, his round eyes stared at him intently, and said: "Beauty!"

Qing Chen noticed that he was well-dressed and handsome, and when he saw a group of palace people chasing after him from outside the door, calling for little prince, he suddenly understood.

Seeing that the beauty didn't intend to talk to him, the little man pursed his mouth a little aggrieved, wrapped his short arms around his waist, and said crisply, "Brother beauty will play with me!"

"Little prince, why did you come here?" The palace man who caught up was sweating profusely and anxiously. Seeing that the Weiyang Palace, which had been empty until now, was actually occupied by a man, his heart became more and more surprised. Get up, but don't know his identity, don't know how to salute.

Qing Chen said lightly: "Take it back."

"Yes." The people who can live in this Weiyang Palace have absolutely extraordinary identities, the palace people dare not disobey, and hurried forward to leave the little prince.

But the little man refused, he tightly grabbed Qing Chen's sleeve, pouted and said: "I won't go, I want Brother Beauty to play with me!"

"This..." The palace man looked at him very embarrassed.

Qing Chen looked down at the little man in his arms, and didn't speak for a while, then, he was pulled up by the little man and walked to the other side, the little man pointed to the bunch of flowers in front of him and said: "Brother beauty, the flowers are beautiful, you like or not?"

Being pulled away from the shade of the tree, under the glare of the sun, Qing Chen narrowed his eyes somewhat uncomfortably, and saw the little man let him go, ran into the flowers, picked a few colorful flowers in twos and outs Flowers, then ran back in front of him, gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, motioning him to squat down.

Qing Chen didn't know what he meant, but he still squatted down slowly, and saw the little man holding up a blue flower, pinning it in Qing Chen's hair with great care, and clapping his hands happily at the end: " nice!"

Slightly stunned, the little man turned around and ran into the flowers again, while picking flowers, he muttered: "I want to pick a big bouquet of flowers for the beauty brother! The emperor said, the beauty matches the flower, and the flower complements the beauty!"

Qing Chen stood up slowly, looked down at the small figure among the flowers, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth invisibly.

The scorching sun was in the sky, scorching the earth like fire. There was no wind in the sultry air, and it was as hot as stepping on magma.

Qing Chen stood under the sun, dripping with sweat, and after a while, he suddenly felt a little short and heavy breathing, just realized that it was not good, and saw the figure of the little man running happily in front of him gradually blurred, In the next second, a monstrous heat wave engulfed him, and his thin figure like a leaf fell to the ground lightly.

The second before he lost consciousness, he heard the exclamation of the palace people and the cry of the villain.

.........

Qing Chen was woken up by the noisy voice beside his ear, and someone beside him vaguely seemed to be blaming something, he slowly opened his eyes, and felt a burst of weakness in his body.

What came into view was Mo Feng's handsome face. Seeing him wake up at this moment, Mo Feng seemed relieved, and asked with concern: "Qing Chen, what do you feel unwell?"

He shook his head lightly, only to hear the childish voice of the little man next to him: "Beauty brother! Beauty brother! Father, I want to see beauty brother!"

It turned out that the bed was too high, and the little man was too short, with Mo Feng standing in front of the bed, no matter how much he jumped around, he couldn't see a trace of Qingchen's face.

Mo Feng stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, and after confirming that his body temperature was normal, he gently hugged the little man under the bed, pinched his nose, and said, "You, next time, don't bother Brother Beauty to let him play with you."

"Beauty brother!" There was a hint of guilt on the little man's delicate face, Qing Chen looked at the scene where their father and son were in harmony, his expression was as calm as water, and he only nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Mo Feng smiled wickedly, pinched the face of the little man in his arms, and taught, "Yu'er, call me queen father."

The little man was very well-behaved, and he yelled at Qingchen: "Father's queen!"

Qing Chen looked at him in surprise, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his lips and said, "You..."

Leaving aside how shocking the world is to be called Father Empress, just because he is not related to this little man, he shouldn't be called by him like this, how should his biological mother feel about it.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Mo Feng handed the little man to Lin Qi to take away, then looked at him with a smile, and explained to him: "Yu'er is not my own child, but it is better than my own. He is my own child." I met him in the wild forest when I went hunting in the palace in the early years."

After listening to his words, Qing Chen hid the surprise in his eyes, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly.

Such a delicate little person, who is so cruel-hearted, throwing him in the wild forest and letting him perish by himself.

Mo Feng closed the quilt for him, and suddenly said: "When the imperial physician came, I asked him to examine you. The imperial physician said, your gray hair is not caused by any disease."

Hearing what he said, Qing Chen's expression was a little stagnant.

Mo Feng asked him in a low voice: "Who are Qingchen's parents?"

Qing Chen lowered his eyes, pondered silently for a moment, and then slowly said: "Ordinary people are close relatives."

Mo Feng nodded, and then said: "The imperial doctor said that this may be caused by close relatives, so this is not a disease, so don't take it to heart."

After hearing his words, Qing Chen's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, Mo Feng held his hands comfortingly, stretched out his hands to caress his face, and took the blue flower from his snow-white hair.

Staring at Qing Chen's beautiful face, Mo Feng suddenly froze and asked him: "Qing Chen's parents...are they still alive?"

This question was asked without any hint of belittling and ridicule. Mo Feng's concern for Qing Chen may have already exceeded his imagination.

There was no displeasure on Qing Chen's face, he slowly shook his head: "They... passed away when I was 15 years old."

After that, he entered the Mo Nian Temple outside Xiangshui, devoted himself to cultivating the Tao, and did not care about the world and the mundane world.

Hearing this, Mo Feng was silent for a while, his deep eyes stared deeply at Qing Chen, and then slowly and softly said: "Qing Chen, how about letting me take care of you from now on."

Qing Chen slowly raised his eyes to look at him with a calm expression, while Mo Feng stared at him deeply, waiting for a reply.

However, this is an unanswered question after all.