The cold moon shines on thousands of cities

At night, the entire imperial palace appeared to be extremely chilling and silent. Without the crowds of people during the day, the human touch here became even thinner. However, there were still lights on and off in the Dragon's Breath Hall, and His Majesty hadn't rested yet.

Layers of bright yellow curtains, someone in the huge bedroom is looking at things and thinking about others, and strong wine is pouring into their throats. It is not sorrow, but loneliness and longing.

Feng Qiyan was no longer as calm and capable as before, and there was no one else in the palace, even his closest relative, Eunuch Chu, was kicked out. Jade pendant, nothing else.

When the ruthless emperor is no longer ruthless, he must have someone he really loves or values. For decades, he never gave up. When that person died, he was devastated but irretrievable. With his child, if he is by his side, he must be in his twenties, but he has never seen it.

However, he has the supreme right, and sits on the great country of Fengguo, but what's the use of it, he didn't even protect the woman he loves the most, and countless ifs flashed in his heart, but unfortunately, in this world, If there is no if, the most unbelievable is also if.

If he is not an emperor, but an ordinary citizen, maybe he is enjoying family happiness with his wife and children now, without imperial power and wealth, but only seeking family harmony and beauty, he does not need three thousand beauties, only one beauty is enough, drink one cup after another , until the jug can no longer pour out a drop of wine, although you are not enjoying yourself, you can't drink any more, because tomorrow will be an early court, and whoever says that the emperor is the happiest person is not the same as being restricted.

Feng Qiyan picked up the jade pendant again, and kept rubbing the suet jade with his fingertips. There was still a small "Su" character faintly visible on it. He had been touched like this many times, so that The writing has become blurred.

His Su'er died before meeting each other. Their mother and son were persecuted by the gangsters. When he arrived, there was only a cold corpse left, but Su'er's body was nowhere to be found, so he always thought that Su'er was lucky. Maybe he is still alive, in a certain corner of this continent. For so many years, he has been sending people to search for relevant clues, but they have found nothing. Maybe it is to comfort himself. Even if there is no result, he still has to look for it. No news is the best news.

"Feng Jun Su", this is the name he got for the child, but he has not had the chance to call it once so far. At this moment, Feng Qiyan is not an emperor, but a father.

When he was mourning, there was a flash of black shadow, and a person appeared in front of him, that was his secret guard, who only served him, there were 12 people in total, all of them were of extraordinary skill, their names were "Twelve Demons of the Black Eagle" ".

After his special orders, these people can show up directly whenever they have something to report, even when he is resting at night.

"Eagle Nine? What's the matter at this time." Feng Qiyan restrained his emotions, put the jade pendant in his arms, and asked lightly.

"Your Majesty, the person you want to investigate seems to have some clues." Ying Jiu's voice was very deep and hoarse, and his vocal cords seemed to have been injured, so it would not be pleasant to listen to.

Feng Qiyan trembled a little when he heard the words, he was about to lose hope, but his subordinates found out the clues, if you told him that he was really dead, wouldn't it be better not to listen, at least he could lie to himself for a while longer , There is also a thought.

"Good news or bad news."

"It should be good news for His Majesty."

Feng Qiyan's heart skipped a beat, "Tell me, what did you find out?"

Ying Jiu narrowed his eyes, and said quietly: "Recently, I heard that some people have seen a man with the royal family mark on his back, but they only glanced over from a distance, saying that because it is golden, it is very conspicuous, but the specifics are I don't see what shape it is."

"Golden? If it's in the shape of a golden flame, it must be Su'er. Who saw it?" Feng Qiyan's eyes flashed, but he didn't show it, but he was happy in his heart. A stone finally fell to the ground , Hope is no longer just a fantasy, everything comes too suddenly.

"It was a farmer who went up the mountain to cut firewood and saw it when he was returning home at night. It is said that there were two men in black beside him at that time, and that man was in a coma." Ying Jiu said thoughtfully, and he also I find this strange.

"Okay, I got it, you go down and continue to investigate, if there are not enough manpower, let Ying Qi also go there, and you must tell me as soon as possible if there is any situation."

"Yes, this subordinate is retiring." Ying Jiu left, and Feng Qiyan was left alone in the hall, but his state of mind had also changed at this time, it was quite different from just now, but he still wanted to drink, in order to celebrate , I am also very fortunate, thankful that I used to have fantasies, but now they have become hopes.

Yaoguang Court

The night is low, the tent is warm in the spring night, and inside the red veil, there are two overlapping figures, their bodies are violently heaving, and there are light and heavy breathing at that time, everything tells the joy of the two happy.

"Qian, Qiancheng, slow down, I'm going to be unbearable." Yan Qinghan's voice changed a bit, it was cold and tinged with charm, and his long black hair was spread out on the bed, matching his forehead The few drops of sweat on the face are a fatal temptation for Luo Qiancheng, how can he stop with such a beauty?

Leaning over to cover the lips of the person below him, tossing and going, playing a game of cat and mouse in the small space, "Qinghan, Qinghan, Qinghan—" Luo Qiancheng couldn't stop calling his name, The voices are all affectionate, all are love.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon." Luo Qiancheng's body was already drenched with sweat, but the expression on his face was so happy, he liked to stare at the person under him for a moment, liked his expression, liked His murmurs, liking everything about him, liking him to the point of madness, can't be restrained again and again, as if the desire has no end.

Every inch of Yan Qinghan's muscles are tense, his hands and feet are cramping more than once or twice, and that person who does whatever he wants has no intention of letting go, and he is always floating on the top of bliss, and his mind has become a little blurred .

After several times of cloud and rain, it was finally the first break of the shower, and the bodies of both of them had reached their extremes. At this time, they could only lie limp on the bed, not even moving their fingers. After the joy, the rest was a mess, reminding See how fierce the battle the two have gone through.

Luo Qiancheng closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, then got up again, picked up Qinghan, who was motionless on the bed, and walked to the bathtub, he had to clean it up earlier, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable sleeping at night, he couldn't think of the baby in his arms. People suffer a little grievance.

The same naked two people, at this time, Yan Qinghan was extremely exhausted, and he didn't care about shame or not, and Luo Qiancheng could do whatever he wanted.

One day passes, and a new day is coming.