Ballad of Tianmen

Yin Wuxin didn't deal with Feng Min, she wasn't that magnanimous.It was always a thorn in her heart to hear about Chu Feihuan's various intimacy with Feng Min from others, as well as the good thing that broke through before.Another crime was added to Chu Feihuan's crime, and this Feng Min became an object of disgust.

Chrysanthemums of various colors bloom in the garden, mixed with red and yellow.The breeze brought coolness and poured into the sleeves, but the sun was warm.

Feng Min and Chu Feihuan were sipping wine over there, and he didn't want to disturb their two-person world.

Her fingertips pressed against the wooden wheel, and with a heavy rub, the wheelchair turned in one direction. Yin Wuyi lowered her eyelashes, and the sun fell on her, casting a shadow on the ground.After walking a certain distance, he let go of his hand, frowning and looking at his reddish palm.The hands landed on the legs lightly, and a strange pain came into his mind, which made Yin Wuyi stunned.Unbelievably, I knocked again, but felt nothing, as if the touch just now was just an illusion.

He sighed for a long time, knowing that it was impossible, but still couldn't help looking forward to it, and in the end, he was disappointed one after another.Just like when she looked at Chu Feihuan, the occasional tenderness in her eyes was ultimately just an illusion of hers.That long-precipitated memory, she was the only one who was slowly tormented, but she was happy with it.

"Release the Lonely King." A crisp voice, still a bit childish, but with the arrogance of being in a position for a long time.

Yin Wuyi raised his head and looked, it was a young man in a bright yellow robe with a noble face.He held a picture scroll in his hand, like a treasure.Behind him, a seven or eight-year-old child tugged at the hem of his clothes, crying.The young man was not angry at this time, but when the child stretched out his hands and wiped his scroll, he suddenly became furious, pushed the child to the ground, and raised his head, striding towards the front garden .

The child sat on the ground, but the tears had already been withdrawn.After a while, he struggled to stand up by himself, staring blankly at the broken palm.

"Young master!" The voice was very familiar, and the person running over with her skirt in hand was Rue Xiang. She frowned at the little boy, wiped the dust off his clothes, and asked, "Where's your majesty?" The child didn't speak, and pointed his hand forward with his mouth flattened.Rue Xiang looked ahead, and then at the little doll, with disgust in her eyes.After thinking for a while, she lowered her head and chased after the boy where he disappeared.

That boy was the king of Chu who came out of the palace to look for Chu Feihuan, and this little baby was the second son of Xiaoyao Hou Chulin's family, and his mother was a maid, so he was not favored even with the child.Chu Lin didn't take care of him, or in other words, the entire Chu royal family never paid attention to him.This young master often went to Xuancheng Academy, but he was really young, even after hearing what the master said, he still looked dazed.

Yin Wuxin was under the shadow of the tree, most people passing by did not notice her.She didn't want to go out at first, but the child suddenly cast a glance here, and then stumbled towards her.

"Sir." The child actually knelt on the ground respectfully, and made a dignified salute.

This child... His mind sank, a dark look flickered in his eyes, Yin Wuyi smiled and stretched out a hand to the child.The child looked down at his dirty hands, his face was slightly flushed, as if he was a little embarrassed.After wiping the precious robe, he stood up with Yin Wuyi's hand, and stood respectfully by her side.

"My name is Chu Xiang." In an immature voice. "I heard from my brothers and sisters in the academy that the master has great talent, and I want to be his disciple."

"Is there no teacher in the mansion? You are too young in Xuancheng Academy." Rubbing Chu Xiang's head, Yin Wuyi replied with a smile.

"I'm already eight years old! Sister Xuancheng was able to write poems at the age of four, and literature at the age of six. At the age of 12, she accompanied the emperor's uncle to fight in the north and south. I am not young anymore. Those masters are not people with real skills, they just deal with it. Me." Chu Xiang said pretending to be very old-fashioned, he looked up at Yin Wuyi, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Xiaoyao Hou only spent time in the capital, you can learn from your father."

"But I still want to learn how to lead troops to fight." Chu Xiang said loudly.

"Okay." Yin Wuxin praised in his heart.Looking down at Chu Xiang's face carefully, he looked a bit like Chu Feihuan, his immature face was full of yearning, his dark eyes stared at Yin Wuxin for a moment, as if he was waiting for her answer .

"Come and find me in the small bamboo forest of Xuancheng Academy tomorrow." The Chu royal family is withered, and it is not a good thing to indulge in elegance in this troubled world.This kid is very smart and precocious.Immersed in her own thoughts, she didn't even hear the approaching footsteps, and it was Chu Xiang's cry that pulled her out.

Chu Feihuan stood in front of her with a half-smile.Beside her, the young man lowered his head, seemed a little dejected, and half folded the picture scroll that he regarded as a treasure in his hand.

Leaving the palace without authorization, playing with things and losing one's ambition.After hearing Chu Feihuan's criticism, the young Chu Luo was still angry.He secretly kicked the small stone under his feet, and kicked towards Chu Xiang viciously. Even though it was a bit unbearable, Chu Xiang just bit his lower lip, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Yuxiang, send someone to take the King of Chu back to the palace." Chu Feihuan said a word after a long time.

With a sound of "啪——", the scroll was thrown on the ground, stepped on a few times, and shook his sleeves. Chu Luo still lost his temper, leaving behind a bright yellow back.

"Chu Xiang will study with me in the future." Yin Wuyi said.

"Why not Luo Er?"

Yin Wuxin didn't answer.Chu Feihuan glanced at his young cousin, he looked at him with a look of timidity, admiration, and hope. "Alright, you won't have nothing to do in this academy."

"And that Rue Xiang, don't let her appear in my yard. Since you like her, why let her take care of people? Wouldn't it be better to keep her as a young lady?" What, just now, seeing the light flashing in Yunxiang's eyes, Yin Wuyi made up such an idea.

"Then who will take care of you?" Chu Feihuan obviously didn't want to explain more, avoiding the sharpness in Yin Wuwu's words, she asked.

Looking carefully at the concern, it seems that it is not fake, but Yin Wuyi sneered in his heart.

"There are people from Tianmen Mountain, and they will accompany me. You don't have to worry about me doing anything harmful to you. I, Tianmen Mountain, have nothing to do with the survivors of the Yin family." These things Chu Feihuan didn't expect , Yin Wuxin thought of it for her, and let it go.

There was a rustling sound, a few leaves could not withstand the entanglement of the autumn wind, they spun a few times in the air, and landed on Yin Wuxin's shoulder.Staring at the fallen leaves, Chu Feihuan responded, "Okay." She wanted to stretch out her hand, but finally tucked it back into her sleeve, glanced at Yin Wuyi with a cold face, and said, "There is still something to do in the mansion." ,I go first."

Chu Feihuan left, but Chu Xiang followed Yin Wuxin all the time.Seeing that Yin Wuyi's legs and feet were inconvenient, he wanted to step forward to help, but he was young and couldn't gather all the strength in his hands.

"Have you learned archery yet?" Yin Wuwu asked.

"Learned." Chu Xiang replied in a low voice, seeming a little lack of confidence.

There are a few bows in the room, which are basically useless to Yin Wuyi.He picked the smallest one and handed it to Chu Xiang.

"From now on, forget what your masters said."

"The ring finger overlaps the little finger and presses the big finger, and the head finger acts as a string. The front of the body is sparse, it is a fierce tiger flying, the forehead is facing, it is Feng'er who wants to fight, the mountain bow is for the moon in the arms, the arrow is flat, it is the balance on the string. And limbs, adjust the breath." Yin Wuwu made a pattern while speaking, and pierced the bull's-eye with a whoosh sound.Chu Xiang looked at her adoringly, and took the bow and arrow.As a result, Yujian didn't even touch the vertical target, and directly sank into the bamboo forest.He lowered his head in frustration, and continued to aim at the target and shoot arrows as if he was a little unbelieving.After a few times it got a little better, at least the arrow was on the target.

"It seems that Uncle Wang is not good at discipline." A faint sigh suddenly sounded behind, startling the two of them.

"Didn't Your Highness go back to the residence?" Yin Wuyi frowned, with an unwelcome look on his face.

"Here again, I have something to tell you. Xiang'er, you are practicing by yourself now."

Smoke billows from the incense burner.

"Xiang'er is much better than Luo'er when he was young. Among the brothers, there are many people who are more suitable to be king than Luo'er, but Luo'er is a direct descendant. The father didn't want to abolish the law of the ancestors, so he insisted on appointing Luo'er as the heir. Catch all those brothers who have different intentions." Chu Feihuan opened his mouth, but what he said was related to the King of Chu. "Luo Er's temperament is not suitable to be the king of Chu, but I still have to assist him and help him secure this position."

"What do you want to say?" Yin Wuwu raised his head.

"Xiang'er is still young and has the qualifications. He can indeed be molded into an emperor. However, my country of Chu can only have one emperor." Chu Feihuan's words were clear enough.