Just as Feng Jier was going through many twists and turns in Jinzhou, Feng Ming, who was in Feng Country, couldn't sleep for several days and nights.
The longer time passed, the less hope he had of finding Murong Changsi. He was suffering day by day, and his longing for Murong Changsi became heavier and heavier...
That night, he opened the portrait of Murong Changsi again and looked at it quietly, his eyes full of frost, rain and snow that could not be melted away.
Chang Si, where are you? Brother Ming, I miss you so much... I miss you so much, are you doing well? Good or bad, can you let me know?
At this moment, the candlelight in the main hall suddenly moved. Feng Ming's face paused, and his eyes looking at the candlelight also became sad.
He once went to the Prime Minister to calculate a divination, and the Prime Minister concluded that Murong Changsi had encountered something unexpected.
But he didn't want to believe it! It was his fault for not protecting Murong Changsi well in the first place. Why should Changsi have to bear all this?
He had always known that the descendants of the Murong family had a magical treasure map flowing in their blood. It was passed down to the daughters of the Murong family. No one knew how the treasure map appeared. Only Emperor Feng knew!
So what if you know?
The treasure map cannot be revealed to the world
Therefore, in this life, he just wants to protect Chang Si and live a happy and worry-free life with her.
Some of the daughters of the Murong family have died before they reached adulthood. Murong Changsi has already passed her hair age. If nothing happens, as long as she never marries, she will live her life in peace. Unless the Murong family's treasure map
The secret has been leaked
For so many years, he had been guarding Murong Changsi carefully. Ever since the disappearance of the imperial aunt, he had suspected that there would be a disaster at Murong Villa. However, he never expected that someone would dare to destroy Murong Villa overnight under his nose.
Without leaving any trace, none of the elite soldiers he sent could resist the man's powerful momentum...
The old prime minister conducted overt and covert investigations for a year before getting some clues. This matter was done by the Lord of Night City, Ye Xilou! That Lord of Night City was so cruel and arrogant that he didn't take anything seriously.
His ambition is obvious
If he had kidnapped Chang Si, he would not have waited for four years without any movement. According to reports from his people, Ye Xilou has also been looking for someone in the past four years.
That man's portrait...is undoubtedly Murong Changsi's
In this world, except for him, Master Murong, the emperor's aunt, and the maid Caiyi, no one knows the true face of Changsi.
If this portrait falls into the hands of Ye Xilou, there is only one possibility. He has met Murong Changsi, and Changsi may have escaped his clutches...
Thinking of this, Feng Ming took a breath, glanced sideways at the corner of the hall, and said with a smile: "Yu Yao, it's late at night, if you continue to pretend to be a kid to fool the emperor, the emperor won't let you go."
The moment the candle flame trembled, he should have thought that it was him, the imperial sister, who was responsible for the trouble. He had no choice but to focus all his thoughts on Chang Si...
Feng Yuyao giggled and ran into Feng Ming's arms, pouting her red mouth and saying: "Brother Huang also knows that it is late at night, so you shouldn't blame Yuyao. Yuyao is reminding Brother Huang to go earlier."
Take a rest!"
Feng Ming touched her nose lovingly: "You are the best at quibbling, okay. Brother Huang will send you back to the palace first, and then you can rest, okay?"
Feng Yuyao stared at Feng Ming's face with her eyes, looking at it repeatedly, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Huang is the prettiest! Brother Huang is the best to Yuyao!"
Feng Ming was also amused by her, and their laughter spread in the hall, adding a bit of warmth to the cold night.
"Huh? Brother Huang is missing her again, can't he sleep?"
Seeing the paintings on the table, Feng Yuyao dragged her cheeks and looked thoughtful.
Feng Ming hummed softly, and was about to tell Yuyao that she was the daughter of the emperor's aunt, Murong Changsi, according to seniority... Yuyao suddenly turned around, looked at Feng Ming seriously and said: "Brother Emperor, I
I have seen her, and I saw her wearing a glittering and gorgeous palace dress, sitting in a seat as high as the imperial brother!"
Feng Ming's eyes tightened, and he hugged Feng Yuyao and asked seriously: "When and where did we see her? Did Yuyao foresee her after seeing her? Or..."
Feng Yuyao suddenly leaned against Feng Ming and said in a soft voice: "Brother Huang, Yuyao is a little uncomfortable, and suddenly feels very uncomfortable. Brother Huang, can you not think about her?"
Feng Yuyao was still young. She didn't know that the reason why she felt suddenly uncomfortable at this moment was because she had vaguely foreseen the future of Feng Ming and Murong Changsi...
She can see someone and clearly foresee that person's future, but only for Feng Ming, and for people with the blood of the Feng family, she can't foresee anything... If it happens to Feng Ming, something bad is about to happen.
She couldn't see anything, she just felt stuffy and uncomfortable.
Feng Ming saw Yuyao frowning, obviously not as cheerful as before, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart and coaxed Feng Yuyao to sleep slowly.
Yuyao actually said she had met Chang Si!
Changsi, where are you? Feng Ming couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and finally there was a glimmer of hope.