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Daqi's entire dynasty was a little worried. The emperor on the Golden Luan Hall was getting worse day by day, and the phoenixes of Qihuang Mountain had not given Daqi any instructions about the new emperor so far.When I asked Fenghuang who was stationed in the court, that person just shook his head and said that the time has not come yet.

When the people of Daqi talked about the royal family, they couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing. Emperor Longbao loved the people like his son in his life, but he was really cruel to his own parents and children. Even if he wasn't cruel, God would be cruel on his behalf.The eldest prince died unfortunately while defending the border in his early years, and the whole country sighed.The second prince was forced to practice martial arts and joined the army. His poor health has worsened after several years in the military camp. Now he is recuperating in the East Palace. He heard that he would cough up blood when he coughed.However, the third princess' son-in-law was assassinated and killed during a business trip, and all the officials were slaughtered. The third princess who rushed to hear the news couldn't accept it for a while, and left with the son-in-law.

And the worst one is about the fourth prince. Ever since the second prince coughed up blood for the first time, Emperor Longbao also found that he was too harsh on his sons. Originally, he wanted to take good care of these four sons. The fourth prince was killed by thieves who broke into the house while playing in the summer resort. He was only seven years old.

The experience of the royal family was talked about, and all of them showed sadness. Even if it was not the royal family, the parents of an ordinary family would feel unbearable grief when they saw their children die tragically one by one.

Wen Renhuang slowly opened his eyes one afternoon in the tenth year since he came to Qihuang Mountain.

The sun was shining brightly outside the house, and there were ice cubes cooling down in the Yuxiu Temple, making the whole house cool.He stretched and slowly sat up from the bed.

Fengtian outside the bed was drawing something at the table, and Wen Renhuang, who was not yet fully awake, tilted his head and stared at Fengtian.

Feng Tian seemed to feel his gaze, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Has the little pig finally woke up?"

Wen Renhuang finally woke up to this sentence "Little Pig!" "I'm not a little pig!" Disdain appeared on the young man's delicate face, "Have you ever seen a pig as handsome as Xiao Ye!"

"It's the first time I've seen such a handsome pig as Mr. Ren." Feng Tian laughed, "Get up and walk around after waking up. I ordered someone to make you your favorite ice cream. It's very comfortable to eat now."

Wen Renhuang, who was still a little annoyed at first, ran out happily when he heard that there was ice cream, shouting as he ran, "Feng Tian is still the best for me!"

The man who had been smiling calmly paused for a moment with the brush in his hand, and marked a heavy point, but he frowned slightly and took it over.

After Wen Renhuang came in, he took a look at the painting, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved with a smile: "Sure enough, Feng Tian, ​​you recognize that I am handsome, and the one in the painting is me!"

But Feng Tian, ​​who was said to be painting him, just smiled and said nothing, and drew the domineering eyes of the person in the painting stroke by stroke.

Wen Renhuang looked at it and said, "Feng Tian, ​​you drew it wrong. My eyes are not like this. My eyes are a little bigger than what you drew. These are too pointed."

Feng Tian raised his eyebrows and said: "Since when did I say that I was painting you? There are thousands of shapes in this painting, and there are just a few of them that you imagined. Don't be too confident."

Wen Renhuang blushed, and said unconvinced: "That's not true, Feng Tian, ​​you are thinking of me in your heart, that's why you draw like me!"

"Okay, okay, I was thinking of you, so I drew you." Feng Tian smiled helplessly, looking at Wen Renhuang's instantly smug face, he didn't know what to say about this child.

"Wenren, let me tell you, if I don't want you to go down the mountain, I will let you stay by my side in the Temple of Xiuyu, will you?"

Wen Renhuang, who was proudly eating ice cream, suddenly choked, coughed several times and swallowed several saliva before he dared to look at Fengtian.What does Feng Tian mean by this?Is this a confession?

Thinking of the infinite possibilities, his mind went blank in an instant.

Fengtian was pleased by his frightened expression, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the top of his head, "No hurry, it will take a while before it's full, if you don't want to, forget it."

At the end, his tone gradually calmed down, and he continued to draw with his head down.

Wen Renhuang didn't know how to answer, so he could only hesitate and reply.

Wen Renhuang got a little hot from the sun after leaving the Feather Repairing Hall.When passing through a cedar forest, he glanced casually, and suddenly remembered that when he wanted to find Fengtian seven years ago, he had saved someone here.

Thinking of that person, Wen Renhuang felt a little blocked in his heart.If I hadn't exhausted my spiritual power because I saved that person, I would be the same as the others on the mountain now. They are Phoenixes, so I should be too.

But now, he looked at his hands, and when he wanted to gather his spiritual power like when he was a child, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen!

He covered his stomach and bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from screaming out in pain.

When I woke up that day, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was sleeping in the Yuxiu Temple. I never thought that it would be easy to find nowhere to find it. I have been looking for the Yuxiu Temple for so long. In the temple.He had already been changed and washed, and he was very happy at the thought that he might be able to see Feng Tian.

With a childlike heart, he immediately wanted to gather his spiritual energy to show Fengtian how powerful he was now, but at the moment of gathering energy, the cramping pain in his abdomen made him unable to help crying out.

Little Fatty's pain was only a little better. He touched his abdomen tremblingly. After three years of study, he knew that the sea of ​​energy in his abdomen was the source of spiritual power, but the severe pain just now gave him a bad feeling.He gathered Qi again, but the result was the same, and he fell down on the bed crying bitterly.

The crying soon attracted people, who hurriedly picked up Wen Renhuang, the ten-year-old child was still soft in his arms, which made Fengtian's heart tremble.

"Wenren, what's the matter, why are you crying?"

Feng Tian coaxed him softly, Wen Renhuang tremblingly leaned on Feng Tian's shoulder, and only after the severe pain subsided slowly did he look at the person who was holding him with tears in his eyes.

"Feng...Feng...Wow...!"

After seeing that it was Fengtian, Wen Renhuang cried again!What to do, what to do, I finally met Fengtian, I want him to see how powerful I am now, but I...

Looking at the little man in his arms and seeing himself crying again, crying more and more fiercely, and finally he couldn't even breathe freely, Feng Tian couldn't help frowning, he doesn't know how to coax the child, but it's not right to cry like this Method.How could this round bun face be able to cry so much?

So Feng Tian straightened his face and said: "Don't cry, if you cry again, I will throw you into the snow again."

Wen Renhuang suddenly didn't dare to cry at this moment, his spiritual power was gone probably because he stayed in the snow for a long time, what if something happened again when he went there again!So he immediately bit his lip, sobbing and refusing to make a sound.

"Tell me, why are you crying?" Feng Tian asked while touching his face.

Wen Renhuang bit his lips even harder, his eyes swollen from crying were full of grievances like two peaches.

After asking many times, Fengtian finally found out that the child wanted to find him, but he exhausted his spiritual power to save a person on the way.

After Wen Renhuang said that he couldn't use his spiritual power, he felt Fengtian's body stiffen.He was even more afraid, he was afraid that Fengtian would abandon him because he had no spiritual power.

After the age of seven, Feng Tian was the first thing he saw. He gave himself a name and gave him a dagger. Broken his own lips, leaving traces of blood.

Feng Tian watched him for a long time, Wen Renhuang didn't know what Feng Tian was thinking, but later Feng Tian hugged him, patted his back lightly and said to himself: "Silly Wenren, if you don't cry, maybe You just exhausted your spiritual power for a while and haven't recovered, so it's no big deal."

He believed in Fengtian, Fengtian said it was okay, so he just waited.Then he waited and waited, a day or two, a year or two, but his spiritual power did not recover.Every time he tried to gather Qi, the severe pain in his abdomen would make his life worse than death.

Later, Fengtian told him that if there is no spiritual power, there will be no, and he can just stay in Fengtian's Yuxiu Hall.

This stay is seven years.In the past seven years, Fengtian has also tried various methods to help him, but he has not recovered his spiritual power, and he is getting more and more discouraged.Occasionally, I heard someone comment, saying that he was able to enjoy himself in Qihuang Mountain without spiritual power thanks to Fengtian's favor. This kind of talk spread more and more, and the originally chubby child quickly lost weight.

Looking at the sickly cedar under the summer sun, Wen Renhuang slowly stood up straight from the severe pain in his abdomen.

"It's been... ten years..." He murmured, looking at the cedar in despair.

The author has something to say: =-= Readers, please be gentle, the development of the plot should not be too slow!