After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

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Xuan Zhe will come, wearing a black iron battle armor, to welcome this fake princess as his wife.Xuan Lang is full of loyalty and loyalty. He not only saved Zhou Feng from the fire and water, but also the author of Danqing who paved the way for He Qinghai Yan.

Zhou Feng was apprehensive, if one day he wanted to marry Xuan Zhe, what should he say about himself, he was actually a boy.

Her emotions are complicated, but she can't disregard her sincerity, so she has no choice but to let go of her thoughts unscrupulously. She misses his sharp eyebrows, and those gentle eyes like water, and hides the deep affection that can be blended into flesh and blood.

Does Xuanzhe like the princess Zhou Feng, or Zhou Feng?

Do you like that little princess who wears a mask and acts like a baby with him every day?

That's right, how could such an arrogant and cold person like him take the liberty of liking a man who deceives the emperor, deceives him, is soft and pretentious, and puts on airs.

Zhou Feng smiled wryly, he drank too much and collapsed on the railing.

Now, one wrong step, one wrong step, he can only wear the dress of his daughter's house, pretending to be a real princess, a lie needs countless lies to make up for, no matter how many those lies are, they are just constantly extending and cannot Connect the beginning and the end, turning them into a logical circle.

Especially if you have lied to the emperor for more than ten years, you will surely die for the crime of deceiving the emperor, and it is already too late if you want to redeem it.

As for Xuan Zhe, Zhou Feng trusted him inexplicably.Xuan Zhe is a heroic, righteous and loyal minister. With this triumph alone, his father will not be able to resist public opinion, and the crumbling country will never lose his virtuousness. That secret agreement will come to fruition.

Princess Zhou Feng will belong to him. It is a bloody road, a long ladder made of bones - ten miles of red makeup.

On the day of Xuanzhe's triumphant return, although he was apprehensive, he was still looking forward to it, like a gambler who had nothing at all and finally decided to put all his eggs in one basket, wanting to bet everything he had.

Zhou Feng changed into fiery red trousers, and he looked heroic, he didn't look like a daughter anymore. This morning, the maid Gui Bao was still worried that the princess would be immodest and lose her appearance.

Why didn't he think that if he was really a daughter, he would change into a red dress, but he only thought that today was the wedding day, there was no need for grandeur, no need for three books and six rituals, as long as he married his sweetheart, he couldn't wait for a moment.The grace of heaven is mighty, and if the great hero wins the battle, he will be able to embrace the beauty.

Unfortunately, he is a boy.

Fortunately, he is a man.

Xuan Zhe was standing by the gate of the city wall, looking sideways from a distance, and what he was thinking about should be raising his eyebrows with the princess "Zhou Feng", and singing in harmony.

Pity……

Xuanzhe.The tongue reaches the tip of the teeth, lingering and ambiguous, but two syllables can make people drunk.

Zhou Feng was born with sharp eyebrows and eyes, but because he has been dressed as a daughter all year round, the tails of his eyebrows have been trimmed and slender. At this time, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his eyebrows are full of charm.

Xuanzhe, dressed in iron armor and black robe, is majestic.He is strong and strong, a general capable minister, and a man in the dream of a spring girl.

I only love my daughter Lang.

Why does Qingqing bear Qingqing, the country breaks through mountains and rivers, and in the ups and downs, he is the driftwood.

He lowered his eyes, stroked the red belt around his waist, and asked himself for the umpteenth time why he fell in love with Xuan Zhe.

The answer is no solution.

Zhou Feng heard Xuan Zhe say. "I want to marry Zhou Feng as soon as possible." He didn't say, Princess Ning'an, but just said her name.

The monstrous nightmare jumped out and turned into a pillow, even if it was a ten-year awakening from the big dream, she would rather use her century-old body to capture You Ping.

"Xuan Zhe——" Zhou Feng stumbled and staggered, God hadn't opened his eyes for 15 years, only today he was in full swing, and sent down a blessing.

The arrow feather in the dream pierced through the air, but was cut off by Xuan Zhe's long sword.The dark clouds in the sky lowered down, as if a storm was about to come. In the flash, Zhou Feng thought of this scene, as if he had known him before.

It seems that on a certain day, at a certain time, somewhere, the sky is so dark, and the mood is so depressing.

Zhou Feng was caught in the memory and couldn't break free.

Finally, a clear and familiar voice woke him up anxiously. "Xiao Zhou, wake up, come with me."

"You..." Zhou Feng opened his eyes hesitantly, only to realize that he had fainted for no reason just now.

Everything around him was like a dream, as if he had fallen into a dream, but he had long been unable to tell what was a dream and what was real.

"This is the 1th confession I will make to you in the small world. Xiao Zhou, Zhou Feng, I love you."

"I wanted to accompany you through this small world, but it was too late."

Xuan Zhe was dressed in white, he seemed extremely helpless, but his brows were gentle, and the expression on his face was doting and distressed.

"One of your knife fragments is not in this small world, but I stepped here."

"You love me more than you love knives."

Xuan Zhe brushed away Zhou Feng's temple hair, took him into his arms, and carefully kissed the end of his eyebrows.

"Xiao Zhou, I'm very happy that you still like me."

Zhou Feng obviously has no memory, and obviously doesn't know what the civil official in front of him is talking about, but his eyes are red unconsciously.

Transparent drops of water slid across the cheeks, Xuanzhe wiped them off with his fingertips, and then covered his own kiss.

Xuan Zhe put the wood and stone sword in Zhou Feng's palm, then took his hand and brought the sword towards him. The tip of the sword was so sharp that it could cut through the flesh and stab into the chest with one blow.

"Xuan Zhe, Xuan Zhe." Zhou Feng finally came to his senses, pulled out his sword in a panic, and covered Xuan Zhe's chest with his hand, he bled profusely.

"What the hell is going on, what are you talking about?" There were no soldiers around, no city walls, and everything before had disappeared.Only on the barren land, only Zhou Feng and Xuan Zhe, just the two of them.

Zhou Feng's red trousers had long been replaced by black clothes, and he wore a tattered and not very complete red rope knife in his waist.

Dazed and bewildered, bewildered and ignorant.

"I owed you a sword back then, and only if you killed me would I have a chance to come back to you again."

……

The brilliance dissipated, and Zhou Feng returned to the small world.

Jiang Yao was pleasantly nestled in Yuxiang's arms. There was a ray of sunshine in the sky through the thick clouds, the waves were no longer churning, the air was fresh and not oppressive, as if everything was just right.

It's just that Zhou Feng feels that in his memory, it shouldn't be like this.

But Zhou Feng couldn't remember exactly what it was like.

I always feel empty in my heart.

"Jiang Yao, do you... think you forgot something?" Zhou Feng shared his uncomfortable feeling hesitantly.

Jiang Yao shook his head blankly, then tapped Yuxiang with his fingertips, with a coquettish tone. "Hey, do you think you forgot something?"

The young man's eyes were deep, but there were waves.In the end, he shook his head silently.

A gust of wind blew, making everyone shiver.

They said it was cold and they were going back.

But it is obviously not like this, it seems that one winter, somewhere a sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted.

It was snowing heavily, and it was so cold, someone was not afraid of the cold winter, so he found a winter plum for him.

Who on earth is it?