The wind lives in this life policy

Leaving the turret, Feng Ce took Ye Xiaofeng, and the two returned to the central axis of the Forbidden City, and followed this line to observe the main buildings such as the Hall of Supreme Harmony and the Palace of Qianqing.

The magnificent architectural complex makes people feel as if they were in a prosperous dynasty a hundred years ago, witnessing the long process of rise and fall. When Feng Ce stood at the gate of Qianqing Palace, staring at the supreme seat, he said thoughtfully, "Sure enough, prosperity must decline. , the long-term must be divided."

Ye Xiaofeng nodded, "This is probably the architectural language."

"Architectural language?"

"It is the person who designed this palace. What he wanted to express, in the past, was probably what the emperor wanted to express."

What the emperor wanted to express... Feng Ce smiled slightly, "It is nothing more than the Ninth Five-Year Honor, the Son of Destiny."

Ye Xiaofeng shrugged, "That's it..." He pulled Feng Ce around the Kunning Gate and came to the Imperial Garden, a famous scenic spot in the harem, "I used to think that the Imperial Garden was very big when I watched TV, but now I see it is still the same. It's small, but it may have been destroyed by the Eight-Power Allied Forces."

"The Eight-Nation Allied Forces?"

"Ah."

So Ye Xiaofeng gave Feng Ce a quick but detailed account of what happened in the late Qing Dynasty. When it came to the burning of the Old Summer Palace, Ye Xiaofeng felt a sense of nationality and was very angry, "Actually, I think the Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty are very similar Well, never married or anything, unlike the Han and Tang dynasties, who sent women out every now and then, cowardly! The Qing Dynasty is even more remarkable, when someone beats us, we have to apologize, pay compensation and cede land, what's the point?"

It was rare for Feng Ce to see Ye Xiaofeng like this, and he found it very eye-opening. He didn't know anything about the Ming and Qing dynasties, so it was inconvenient to intervene, but it involved the Han and Tang Dynasties, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"It can't be generalized." Feng Ce briefly explained his opinion, "When the Han Dynasty was first established, it encountered the 'Siege of Baideng'. Although it was resolved in the end, but the national strength was weak and the manpower was withered, so the crisis can only be temporarily resolved through marriage."

"is it?"

Ye Xiaofeng didn't pay attention to these things when he was studying. He only knew that the Ming Dynasty's policy of non-marriage was praised by future generations. Known for his wrist, he is loved by the people.

But Ye Xiaofeng only knew what it was and didn't know why. The reason why the Ming Dynasty didn't marry outsiders was also closely related to its policy of "closing the country".

"Yes..." Feng Ce said with a smile, "Every dynasty has its own unbearable helplessness, otherwise, no emperor would be willing to suffer such humiliation."

Ye Xiaofeng wanted to ask you again, but then he thought it was inappropriate to ask, as if forcing Feng Ce to choose between national feelings and private feelings... But Feng Ce saw Ye Xiaofeng's entanglement, and replied clearly, " If you want to ask me what will happen, then I can only answer you, this is the reason why I don't want to be emperor."

"But if you don't become emperor, what will your country do?"

Feng Ce didn't reply, just took Ye Xiaofeng's hand and walked around a rockery.

The Imperial Garden is centered on the Hall of Qin'an, and there are nearly [-] buildings in a balanced layout on both sides. These more than [-] buildings are either built against the wall, exquisite and chic, or stand alone, with moderate density.

Of course, among the imperial gardens, the four most distinctive ones are the Fubiting Pavilion and the Wanchun Pavilion.

Fubi Pavilion is a single-style square pavilion. It straddles the pool and stretches out to the south. At this time, just after noon, the sun is lazy and charming, the flowers are in the shadow of the water, the green leaves are dense in the sky, and the whole garden is quiet and peaceful. Shu Ning.

Feng Ce strolled leisurely until he reached a railing, before leaning against it lightly.

This leaning, unrestrained and casual, the slender figure was illuminated by the sunlight with a shadow of the same length, and the shadow just fell on Ye Xiaofeng's feet. Watching the red carps in the pond scrambling and frolicking.

The sky is so beautiful, the scenery is so beautiful, and the people... are also so beautiful. All the beautiful things are set against the beautiful landscape and pavilions in front of us.

Feng Ce looked far away, even beyond the scattered rockery in the imperial garden, he saw Jingshan which was farther away.

"Xiaofeng..."

He pronounced the name with a rather sigh.

Ye Xiaofeng was a little surprised. For the first time, Feng Ce didn't call his name when the two were making out.

Feng Ce closed his eyes and turned back to Ye Xiaofeng, "Since I came here, because of you, I have seen a lot...and understood a lot."

When he said these words, Feng Ce looked calm, his eyes were filled with gentle water color, even the moving shadow of the pool water was reflected in it.

He understands the ruthlessness of time, sees through the passing of time, understands the cruelty of reality, and appreciates the touchingness of love... In the long passage of time, any ups and downs and prosperity have become fleeting, and only the person in front of him can truly hold in his hands , embraced in the bosom.

"No matter how prosperous the era is, such as the rule of Wenjing, no matter how prosperous the dynasty is, such as the rule of Zhenguan... In the end, it will be a page of history and a comment. If I have never been here, I may not understand it, but since God let me come here and witnessed all of this, how can I pretend that it didn’t happen, and still talk about succession and talk about the future.”

With that said, he stretched out his hand to Ye Xiaofeng with his palm facing up.

Ye Xiaofeng stared at him blankly, like a demon, unable to let go of his eyes for a moment, and involuntarily handed himself over to the white, clean but always strong supportive palm.

"Feng Ce..."

Feng Ce shook it firmly, then pulled the person to his side little by little, and said softly, "I said, if you come, you will be safe. I already have a lot, and I don't dare to ask for more. You don't have to worry about my identity all the time. Identity is useless here, I am no longer Feng Ce of the past, not a prince, nor a landlord..."

Ye Xiaofeng somewhat understood, and somewhat understood the deep meaning of Feng Ce's words. This person said so much, but he was just trying to convince himself that he belonged to him.

"You gave me a lot."

Feng Ce's smile deepened, and the fingers that were holding each other caressed carefully.

"From you, I understand what tolerance is, what is humility, what is true love, and what is generosity... You say you envy my uncle and Wen Ran, so why don't I?"

Youguang loomed from between his eyebrows, thinking of those old people, Feng Ce's expression was always so tender and full of longing.

"Once upon a time, I was very envious, I admired my uncle and Wen Ran, I admired my elder brother and Lou Wanfeng, and I looked forward to the day when I could get what I wanted."

He thought he would have to wait for a long time, but fate had already arranged everything.

"Maybe God is pitiful, or maybe it fulfilled my wish and sent me to a thousand years later, and waited for another half a year, until that day, you came to my side."

Thinking about it now, maybe Ye Xiaofeng's anticipation began when he stepped into that room.

"If this is not destiny, then what is destiny."

Speaking of this, Feng Ce folded his hands together, put Ye Xiaofeng's hand in the palm of his hand, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss almost reverently on the gap between his overlapping hands.

Ye Xiaofeng couldn't say anything, and let that person firmly grasp himself, in this square inch of world where ancient and modern are connected.

"From now on, Xiaofeng, forget who I am, forget my origin, forget my identity, forget everything about me, just remember that you belong to me, or... I belong to you."

He is willing to stand at the dividing point of this timeline chosen by Ye Xiaofeng for him, willing to bid farewell to the farthest past together at the place closest to each other... just like the palace they are in now, even though it was once so glorious.