A few days ago, Feng Xing was respectful and called Mr. Yi, but today he suddenly called him a virtuous brother.

Yifeijiu has always been carefree when it comes to unimportant things, and has never noticed the tears shining in the corners of Master Feng's eyes. He thought it was just a similar smell, so he talked casually to each other.

Feng Xing put on a drink and said he wanted to tell a story to Yifeijiu: "From I can remember, my father has served as a senior official in the court. When he was twelve years old, the village encountered a flood. During the family's escape, his younger brother, who was only ten years old, was unfortunately lost..."

Yifeijiu is a person who is calm and composed in any other place except for his hair, but after hearing this brief opening remark, he was shocked to the point of pouring out some wine: "You, you are..."

"Your brother!"

The two hands were tightly held together.

Back then, Feng Xingzong's parents searched for a whole year but couldn't find him. They thought that the youngest son was afraid that he would be in danger. In addition to grief, they doubled their favor to the eldest son Feng Xingzong.

Of course, he also gave him more severe teachings, so that he later became an upright person, a censor with talent to assist the king.

After his parents passed away with regret, Feng Xingzong was still silently continuing to search for his younger brother's great cause.

It was not until recently that I found out that the third prince’s teacher, Yifeijiu, was the orphan of the flood that year. Like his hometown, he also had other aspects consistent with his younger brother in his memory.

The two hugged each other tightly and felt deeply moved, but they tacitly believed that this matter should not be made public, otherwise they might be charged with the crime of "official officials colluding with their gangs in private."

The most annoying and taboo thing about Shan Haiwang is that someone colludes in private to form his own power.

Yifeijiu asked about some past events based on his memory, and finally confirmed that this was his biological brother who had been separated for many years, and was very excited.

Yifei was watching the door frequently, Fengxing taught him to rest assured that no one could hear their conversation.

Yi Feijiu then said with confidence: "The king is so stupid, and the future crown prince of our country is a tyrant again. What is the best view of this?"

Feng Xing sighed and expressed his concerns about Aunt Sheji.

Yi Feijiu suddenly asked, "What if Gongzi Lantai was not dead?"

Fengxing Zong used the big bull eye to convey the questions.

Yi Feijiu lowered his voice and said, "If he is still alive, one day after the king dies, you and my brothers will join forces to help him seize the position of prince, what if?"

Feng Xingzong was shocked: "Brother Yu is a minister of Shanhai Kingdom after all. The deposed prince is contrary to etiquette and law, and he is so ruthless. How can Brother Yu do it?"

"Etiquette? What kind of bullshit etiquette?" Yifeijiu said rudely, "Etiquette is determined by people, to make people live a better life. If you are forced to support the tyrant and foolish monarch, put the safety of the people in dire straits, and make people live worse than livestock, then what's the use of keeping such etiquette?"

Yifeijiu has shown an unruly personality that is different from ordinary people since she was a child. She is super naughty and has made her parents very worried.

Later, after he was separated from his family, he was adopted by a kind but weird old man. The old man adopted a free-range education for him. Except for having to study more, he did whatever he wanted and was not regulated.

Yifeijiu slipped into the mountains, found a cave with warm winter and cool summer, and placed the codes of books he collected from all over the place. In the end, the cave became a small library. After playing wildly, he hid there and read endlessly.

Therefore, when he grows up like this, even every strand of hair is unrestrained, let alone in his heart. Fortunately, his three views are relatively positive and he has not been ill-fried by the old man.

Later, stimulated by another thing, he worked hard to get fame and became the teacher of one of the princes.

Everyone said that he was not lucky. This Gongzi Lantai was not able to support the mud, but Yifeijiu had unique eyes and soon discovered the talent of Lantai. And he also found that Gongzi Lantai was like himself, and he was a lover of blackness...

Yunrong Mountain.

I was fortunate to drink the Qizhen soup cooked by Yu'er every day, enjoy the treatment of Yu'er applying herbs by himself, and be nourished by the spiritual power input by Yu'er, Holantai's injury soon healed.

The other small scars gradually faded away, but three deeper whip marks were left on the front chest and back.

Shan Gui said that there is a herb in the mountains that has special effects on scar removal, but it was stopped by Holantai.

"Stay it," he said with a smile, "scar is a man's medal. In this way, we are considered a man who has been injured and experienced."

The mountain ghost gently stroked the shocking scars and said, "But Yu'er feels so distressed."

"Then I'll put on my clothes quickly."

Holantai's original robe had been whipped to pieces and almost turned into strips of cloth. Nowadays, the clothes were sewn by Shan Gui stitches and threads.

Don’t look at her cooking skills, the girl’s hair is doing really well.

When she tried it on for him that day, Holantai was shocked: "My God, can the little fairy make clothes?"

In his eyes, the small embroidery needle is much heavier than the bronze sword, making it much harder, and thousands of troops are easier to control than the embroidery needle. Anyway, if he had to sew a button, he would probably be able to sew his hands and clothes together.

The material of the clothes made by Shan Gui is made of thick bamboo-linked cotton made of mountain bamboo. Although the material he used to be a prince is a little simpler than the material he used to be a prince, it is soft, comfortable, breathable, warm, fit, and beautiful, especially the details show the quality. Her little hands are so coincidental!

Rather than being skillful, she has a delicate heart that loves this man, Yunrongshan, and the people of the world.

"Work a wife and marry Zhu Huayu."

Lan Tai hugged her in his arms and sighed sincerely. But, does he still have a chance to fulfill everything he wanted to give her?

But the mountain ghost struggled out of his arms and asked sincerely: "Does you need to enter the bridal chamber to get married?"

Lantai's heart suddenly jumped, and he wanted to go into the bridal chamber with her every day.

Shan Gui asked: "Then you have to find a cave first, right?"

Ah, it turns out that Yu'er didn't know what it means to enter the bridal chamber.

Holantai wanted to tease her, but seeing her asking for advice seriously, she couldn't bear it anymore: "No, entering the bridal chamber refers to a wedding ceremony, and you can be a bridal chamber anywhere. Generally, you have to paste red double weddings and couplets. There will be a 'hundred tent' in front of the bed, and a 'hundred quilt' will be placed on the bed, which means embroidering a hundred tents and quilts with different expressions. Of course, more importantly, there must be a groom and a bride, and that..."

Before he finished speaking, Lantai suddenly stopped talking.

Because he discovered that the originally fresh room had quietly turned into a sea of ​​red at some point.

The word "Xi" is "Xi couplet", "Hundred Sons" is suddenly all of them, and the mountain ghost is already wearing a big red wedding dress, covering a red veil and waiting for him there.

Oh my god, this action is too fast!

The mountain ghost lifted up the veil without any hesitation, frowned and smiled naughtyly at him: "Is that true? It's so fun, I'll play with a bride, come here quickly, groom!"

She is usually dressed up simply, and her face is white and red with a bright red look, which makes Lan Tai feel burning. She really wants to knock her to the ground to the Dharma.

If a peerless beauty like Yu'er had met another man, she would have been knocked down eight hundred times.

The more Kelantai loved her, the more he wanted to protect her. When he could not give her anything, he could only use the power of the vast world to resist his overwhelming desires.

The "bride" waited for a long time, hey, why is the "bride-groom" still not coming? I'm anxious to wait.

I couldn't help but lift the veil again and saw that there was no movement. I simply walked over and invited him to enter the bridal chamber quickly: "Do you drink a drink?"

Lantai said in a tangled manner: "Yu'er, you can't joke about getting married."

"Oh," Shan Gui's smile disappeared suddenly, as pitiful as a child who did something wrong. "Yu'er doesn't understand, don't be angry, young master."

Then he added: "When I was in the Heavenly Court, the annual Yaochi Banquet was the most grand. Anyone who performed singing and dancing for the gods at the banquet must rehearse in advance. Is it okay to practice this marriage? Or is it that the young master never had the idea of ​​marrying Yuer as his wife?"

What she thought was that if she loved him, she would marry him as her wife as soon as possible, otherwise she would have no chance to marry him in the future.

The mountain ghost has never experienced the taste of loss, and does not know what kind of heart-wrenching pain it will be. He only wants to enjoy it when he can have it. Typically, it only focuses on the process, not the result.

As for the man who lost his wife, she had never considered what he would feel at that time, and she would not think about it for the time being.

Lan Tai felt very wronged, and it was a little difficult to say, but he still insisted on the principle of not lying to her: "I used to swear to heaven that I would marry you, but now I dare not."

The mountain ghost blinked his big eyes and asked in confusion why.

"Because I used to have the ability and potential to give you something, but now I can't give you anything."

"So that's it," I saw the expression on the pretty face of the mountain ghost turned from tenderness to anger at a speed visible to naked eyes. "Young Master thinks that Yu'er is with you, for your identity as a prince?! You think that when you can't give you any material enjoyment, Yu'er will choose to leave you?! In the eyes of the young master, is Yu'er such a superficial woman?!"

Holantai, who had never had the word "shame" in the dictionary, became red for the first time in his life after being questioned by the mountain ghost.

The "giving theory" I insisted on was worthless in the eyes of this woman whose love is above everything else, and it was a blasphemy to her innocent heart!

He only thought from his own perspective, but forgot to consider her feelings.

The mountain ghost suddenly stretched out a green jade finger and hooked Holantai's collar, saying in a tone that was very different from the past: "Young master now, you have nothing, right? You can't give anything to Yu'er, right? That's great. What Yu'er wants is such a young master, complete, pure, and uncivilized. You are mine, from head to toe!"

After saying that, they pulled hard, and their faces almost stuck together.

The mountain ghost unconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was holding something delicious in his hand. Then, without any politeness, even kissed him a little domineeringly, taking the initiative and exerting force than before!

One hand wrapped around his neck, and his eyes seemed to have a little provocation of "What should you do with me?"; the other hand reached under his clothes like a thief and slid around.
Chapter completed!