The flowers on the pear trees are all in bloom, and when the wind blows, they decorate the palace as beautifully as in a dream.
That day Feng Ruohen was summoned into the palace by Feng Yao. In the royal study, he saw letters on the desk that were almost confused with the mountains of memorials.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that beautiful font, and I feel like I’ve lost it and found it again.
And those lines of handwriting were filled with shy love and longing, which made Feng Ruohen taste the pain in his heart for the first time.
His royal brother, the master of this country, appeared at this time wearing a dragon robe with a boyish smile on his face.
The ecstasy is hard to conceal.
He said, "Ruohen, did you see it? Qin'er is finally willing to tell me where she is. We have been exchanging letters over the years, and I want to find her!"
These years...
But think about it, he has been looking for her all these years.
The majestic mountains and rivers are all over his footprints, just to find traces of that woman.
Countless times I set out with expectations and countless times returned with disappointment.
He never thought that in these years, the person with the blood most similar to his would always have what he longed for most.
"If you go find her, what will happen to the state affairs?" Feng Ruohen asked expressionlessly as he looked at the pile of memorials.
Holding in his hand the letter from the woman he held in his heart, with the love and affection written in it, and the flying spirit, at that moment, he really had an idea, if he wanted to take her back...
"You're here!" Feng Yao happily pulled him to sit on the throne in front of the desk.
He looked at his younger brother from top to bottom, with an extremely affirmative look, "If you hadn't been helping me all these years, how could I have become this emperor!"
Feng Yao didn't have the consciousness of being an emperor, and he didn't even call himself "I" in front of Feng Ruohen.
He happily took out the golden scroll from his sleeves and unfolded it for the people sitting on his throne to see, "I have even drafted the imperial edict! Tomorrow morning I will announce my abdication in favor of someone worthy of my honour. It is most suitable for you to be the Emperor of Wind! I
Well, let’s go find Qin’er and live happily ever after!”
Finally, he patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said, "I'll leave Feng Country to you!"
Leave it to... Feng Ruohen sneered.
Are you going to give it to him if he doesn't want it?