After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Re-entering the Small World——

"The most important thing right now is to find the last fragment of a certain knife." Xuan Zhe told him, looking at Zhou Feng without blinking.

"Really?" Zhou Feng raised his eyes clean and clear. I don't know if he has ever seen the sea in the middle of the night, like thick black sea water, with a deep coldness.

"Really." Xuan Zhe touched Zhou Feng's lips in a funny and gentle way, and hesitantly ran over with the belly of his thumb.

"You know, those who stay are the most miserable. No matter what you want to do, we are always together."

Zhou Feng had already anticipated what Xuan Zhe wanted to do, life and death were only a matter of thought, he had nothing to care about.

"I know." With a hoarse voice, Xuan Zhe lowered his head to rub against Zhou Feng's. A few strands of hair drooped from his temples and rubbed against Zhou Feng's forehead, feeling inexplicably itchy.

Jiang Yao was absent-minded, her mind was full of Yuxiang, she sighed and felt helpless, and then she was relieved, now that she is at this point, there is nothing she can't lose.

There may be some movement in Wuzhou, but they are all waiting and watching, not moving.Heaven wants to fight with immortals, how can they get involved, even if they can get involved, no one is willing to lose their own interests.

The island master of Penglai wrote a letter, the content of which was nothing more than to persuade Jiang Yao to return to Penglai as soon as possible and not to make unnecessary sacrifices, as if the dust had settled long ago, as if the young man who had gently touched her eyebrows could never come back.

……

"Let's try one last time." Xuan Zhe held Zhou Feng's cheek, and kissed him tenderly on his forehead.

"If you have a knife in your heart, you can know the knife. You just need to close your eyes and fall into meditation. I think we will all go to the same place, and we will always go to the same place."

They reach the same goal by different routes, but unfortunately, those who love each other always think about wanting each other to live.As long as he is alive, everything can turn around, everything has a chance to start over, he can love his lover again, he can go through years of training, and get everything again.

Xuan Zhe opened his eyes, and he looked at Zhou Feng who was always full of hostility, but now he was very cute.

"The hostility is all in the eyebrows and eyes, but when you close your eyes, you are cute and cute."

"But in fact, you are cute everywhere."

"Forget it, I'll walk with you one more time."

……

Zhou Feng is the prince born of a concubine of the Great Zhou Dynasty, his mother and concubine are weak, and he has a rift with the queen.She was afraid that the empress who had been in charge of Fengyin and had a legitimate son would murder him, so she pretended Zhou Feng to be her daughter-in-law.

He was born in the royal family where the monarch's heart is unpredictable, and he has great ambitions and ambitions but also pretends to be a daughter who is unbearable.

The emperor has seven sons, but only one "female" named "Zhou Feng." Rare things are precious, and people are no exception.

The old emperor invited the best teacher for his daughter to teach her poetry and books. The teacher's name is Xuan Zhe.

In fact, there have been unwritten rules for a long time, whoever wants to be the princess, then he will have no chance of official career.

But the old emperor was eccentric, and always felt that his "girl" should match the best young man in the world.

Xuan Zhe was the number one scholar three years ago, and now Prime Minister You, it is not an exaggeration to say that one person is under one man and above ten thousand people.

More importantly, he is a child of a poor family.Nowadays, the aristocratic family and the poor family are in dire straits. The aristocratic family has a deep heritage, while the poor family is vulnerable. The old emperor needs such a capable person to balance the power.

Although he came from a low background, his talents and learning are unparalleled in the world. The old emperor wanted to match him.

Since this father has a heart, Zhou Feng naturally cannot refuse, of course he can act affectionately.

The old emperor wanted to test Xuan Zhe, and sent this powerless civil servant to the frontier for training, but Zhou Feng thought it was the best excuse to pretend to be affectionate.

He knelt outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and exchanged three hours for the chance to say goodbye to Xuan Zhe.Although Zhou Feng is a man, he has exquisite eyebrows and makeup, not as delicate as a normal daughter, but with a tall eyebrow like a sword, and a tall figure that looks quite heroic.

The city wall is towering, separated by a natural moat.

When Zhou Feng came running with his skirt in hand, his legs were still shaking, his cheeks were wet with sweat, and his temple hair was wet. He didn't know how much Xuan Zhe could guess.What's more, the old emperor was still watching from above the city wall.

"Xuanxiang, send you a farewell, Afeng only wishes you to be safe." He learned the shy manner of his daughter's family, and wanted to refuse and welcome.

Xuan Zhe had deep brows and eyes, and he tilted his head in doubt. "Jun, who is you?"

There is a custom in Dazhou that only unmarried couples can be called kings.

When Zhou Feng threw himself into his arms, he still stopped, and reservedly replied his words that he knew why he asked.

"Where is Song Jun—" the words were cut in half, the noodles were tender, the pupils were bright, the eyes were full of the person in front of him, and the voice was crisp and sweet.

"It's clearly a gift to your sweetheart." Although Zhou Feng threw out the words, his earlobe was hot red, and a fire arose, even his neck became hot.

He deliberately fluttered his eyelashes, causing his eyes to be misty, and water droplets filled his eyes in an instant.

Xuanzhe's heart was sore and soft, as if he had been squeezed into a ball of chestnut cake overnight.

Now Zhou Feng's tears and sweat melted into one place, and he was extremely embarrassed, but time was in a hurry, and it was too late to gift him the little highness with exquisite makeup and dress.

Zhou Feng slandered, hoping that this toolman, Prime Minister Xuanzhexuan, would understand something and not be too demanding.

"Xuanxiang." Zhou Feng pretended to easily wipe away the teardrops that fell just now with the back of his hand, and then tugged on his lapel, speaking in the softest voice, like a whisper from that year to this year.

"When you come back victorious, it's time for me to get married." The water was full of waves, the stars were shaking, and she stood on tiptoe and rubbed his chin with her soft lips, her eyes full of complacency. "I will marry no one, only you."

Xuanzhe's fire was ignited all of a sudden, this time he couldn't get rid of his memory, and he rarely saw Zhou Feng acting coquettishly, at the same time he was awkward at first sight, but at the same time he found himself shamefully, very useful.

Although it was a literati expedition, in Xuan Zhe's view, the small fights in the small world were nothing at all, so he took the opportunity to comfort and kiss back his extraordinarily soft lips.

After Zhou Feng returned to the bedroom, he took off the pearl hairpin and wiped his mouth viciously.The mother and concubine wrote again to tell him that the year was not easy, and she asked him to hide his identity so that no one could find out. One day he will be released from the palace, and everything will be safe.

His eyes were flickering, and he was inexplicably sad.

Xuan Zhe was the only one in the palace who treated him well, but he still lied to Prime Minister Xuan Dayou.

Xuanzhe should like women.It's a pity that Zhou Feng is clearly a man, and he can't be a daughter.

Now forced by the situation, she was dressed as a little girl.

But one day he will regain his manly body, even if he is no longer a royal family member.

The deeper the dew is, the shadows of beans and candles overlap.

Zhou Feng seldom dreams at night, maybe because of parting today, he began to have rare dreams of yesterday.

In the dream, the battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, scattered flags everywhere, and dead bodies without arms.

The blood-red sky hangs low, as if it wants to merge with the soldiers struggling in the chaos of war.

Among the scenes, there is only one place that is worrying, which captures Zhou Feng's entire line of sight.An off-string arrow came menacingly, pierced through the air, and pierced the back of the tall horse, the straight-backed general.

His figure froze, but when he turned around, it was indeed a familiar face—pear blossoms were blowing from nowhere, and his brows and eyes were gradually blurred.

"Xuan Zhe?"

"Xuan Zhe!"

Zhou Feng frowned tightly, and squeezed a corner of the brocade quilt tightly with his slender fingers.The voice just now was neither soft nor heavy, and finally half of the soul returned.

He raised his palm to cover his forehead, barely blocking the sporadic moonlight in front of the window, and it seemed that there was still the tenderness of his hot palm on the farewell day around his neck.

This is already the seventh night that Xuan Zhe has been away, how could there be a sudden nightmare tonight.

Zhou Feng was a little dazed, and he didn't know the geometry of the universe.He is no longer a child who is unbearable in the world, and he also knows that the emperor's heart is unpredictable, even if the person in the yellow robe is his father.

Now that I have a big secret, I am not so worried, but now Xuanzhe just went to the border for a stroll, why did he start to have nightmares.

In the deep palace, which concubine and prince are not trembling, walking on thin ice.Even if she is pampered, she still wears an impenetrable mask. It is a disguise and self-protection. How can she be as comfortable as a fake princess.

Freedom is all fake, and only the growing anxiety can be real when it falls on the heart.