Xu Hongyan sighed and said, "If it's convenient for Young Master Feng San, you should go back to the Feng Clan and take a look. In the past year, Master Feng has come to the fu several times to ask about you. How can there be an overnight grudge between father and son … You have to know that the son wants to raise his family, but the father can't wait … "Feng Zhiyao clearly didn't expect Xu Hongyan to talk to him about this and was surprised. When he heard the phrase "want to raise his family, but the father can't wait", his expression changed. The smile on his face was a bit bitter as he nodded and said, "Many thanks for Great Master Xu's reminder." He was the son of a concubine in the family and had never been valued by his father. When he was young, he was almost kicked out of the family because of his unruly behavior. Last year, before he left with the army, he completely broke off relations with the family. The Feng Clan had already publicly declared that the Feng Clan and Feng Zhiyao had no relationship. Now, where could he go to see?
Qing Cheng Lane
Qing Cheng Lane, which had changed its owner and courtesan, was still the most famous dance and music venue in the capital. However, the once famous Young Master Feng San was no longer a guest of honor in Qing Cheng Lane. He could only secretly enter through the back door. He pushed open a remote room in the depths of the corridor. There was already someone waiting in the room. When the other person saw Feng Zhiyao push open the door and enter, he raised his head and smiled, "Feng Zhiyao, it's rare to see you like this. It really leaves a … deep impression." Young Master Feng San had always been very ostentatious. Even on the battlefield, he still wore a red brocade robe that was dazzling. However, right now, he was wearing ordinary cotton clothes. Even his handsome face that made people raise their eyebrows had been modified a bit and became a bit mediocre. Feng Zhiyao gave a dissatisfied snort and looked at the cotton clothes on his body with disdain, "That's why this young master doesn't like to do these shady things. It's really too unglamorous."
"You just went to the Xu Manor?" The young man was the second young master of the Leng Clan, General Murong's son-in-law, Leng Haoyu. Leng Haoyu now took over all of the properties and power of the Prince Ding Mansion in the Da Chu State. Normally, he could only hide behind the scenes and not show off in front of people. The two most famous playful young masters of the Chu capital in the past had both disappeared without a trace. This made all the talented women of the Chu capital very disappointed.
Feng Zhiyao nodded and said, "There's no need to worry about the Xu family. Lord Xu and Fourth Young Master Xu are both smart people. What we need to do is more troublesome. How's the investigation going? Any news? "
Leng Haoyu shook his head helplessly. "Mo Jingqi is extremely suspicious. No one knows the whereabouts of the Sky Falling Flower. I'm afraid even his mother, the Empress Dowager, doesn't know. " Feng Zhiyao also sighed. "It doesn't matter. The thing is always in the Chu Palace. I don't believe that we won't be able to find it even if we turn the entire palace upside down!" With Mo Jingqi's personality, it was impossible for such a treasure to be placed too far away from him. After thinking for a while, Feng Zhiyao said, "Let's find Taizu's posthumous edict first and settle down Lord Xu and Young Master Xu. If we still can't find the Bi Luo Flower by then, let others escort the Xu family and the East and West back to the northwest. I'll stay and continue to look." Leng Haoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at him. "Prince and Wangfei didn't intend to let you stay in the capital? Besides, I won't leave the capital in the near future. I'll look for it myself. What are you doing in the capital? " Feng Zhiyao glared at him angrily. "I'll naturally report to Prince and Wangfei. You have so many things to do. How long will it take you to find the Sky Falling Flower?" Leng Haoyu helplessly touched his nose. Did he look like someone who couldn't tell what was important and didn't know what to do first?
Looking at Feng Zhiyao's motionless eyes staring at him, Leng Haoyu admitted defeat and sighed. He waved his hand and said: "As long as Wang Ye and Wang Fei agree, it's fine. I don't care about your business." Only then did Feng Zhiyao snort in satisfaction. He took the wine from the table and drank by himself.
Late at night
Several shadows quickly flew over the palace wall and entered the palace. Since more than a month ago, the security of the Chu Palace had become stricter. From time to time, groups of palace guards and eunuchs could be seen patrolling. But these didn't hinder the people who wanted to enter. Several shadows avoided the patrolling guards like ghosts and went into the depths of the palace.
In the Empress's palace, Empress Hua changed out of the heavy and graceful decorations and clothes she wore during the day. She only wore a light purple gauze dress. Her beautiful hair was casually tied up with a purple jade hairpin. She sat down and was lost in thought while holding a scroll. After washing away the exquisite and gorgeous makeup, the Empress's beautiful face was less graceful and noble. It was more gentle and young. She didn't look like a mother of a nine-year-old child who was only thirty years old. She looked more like a beautiful young woman in her early twenties.
A breeze suddenly blew through the half-closed window, causing the candlelight in the palace hall to sway. The Empress was startled. When she came back to her senses, she suddenly felt that there was something more in the palace hall. She suddenly turned around and saw a tall black figure standing in the corner not far away looking at her. The Empress was shocked and quickly said in unison, "Who is it?!"
"It's me." The man in black walked out. His handsome peach blossom eyes looked at the woman in purple under the lamp with a complicated expression.
The strange and somewhat familiar voice made the Empress stunned. When she saw the man in black's face, she was completely stunned. She frowned and said, "Why are you in the palace?" Then she remembered that her exclamation just now might attract the guards and palace maids. She quickly went to the window and covered it.
"You don't have to worry. No one will come." The man in black was Young Master Feng San, Feng Zhiyao.
The Empress breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the handsome young man in black, she couldn't help but sigh. She turned around and poured a cup of tea. She pointed to the chair on the side and said, "Sit down and talk. Aren't you in the northwest? Why did you come back? Why are you in the palace? " Feng Zhiyao looked at the blue and white teacup in front of him and said in a low voice, "I came back on the order of the Prince to do something. I also came to see you. Don't you welcome me?" His voice suddenly became a little bitter. The Empress was stunned for a moment. She smiled and said, "Why? Usually, very few people I used to know come to see me. There are only so many people coming and going in the palace. "Feng Zhiyao stared at her and asked," How have you been these years? "
The atmosphere in the hall was a little heavy. The Empress smiled faintly and said, "The Empress of a country, the mother of the world. What's wrong with that? Let's not talk about this … We haven't seen each other for many years. "
Feng Zhiyao said faintly, "Twelve years … eleven years and six months."
The Empress' smile was a little forced, "I didn't expect you to remember so clearly."
For a moment, the two were speechless. Feng Zhiyao seriously looked at the woman in front of him. Everyone said that Su Zuidie was the number one beauty in the Chu capital. But in Feng Zhiyao's eyes, he never thought that Su Zuidie was that beautiful. In his eyes, the most beautiful woman was always the one who gently helped the nine year old girl who was pushed to the ground and beaten by her brothers. It was she who wiped the stains on his face and told him with a smile that if he didn't want to be bullied, he had to work hard to become strong. It was she who held his hand and secretly went to the Prince Ding Mansion to ask Xiuyao to practice martial arts with him. It was also she who secretly sent people to give him medicine and money when he was sick and had no one to take care of him. From then on, in Feng Zhiyao's eyes, there was only that gentle and noble woman. Unfortunately, the distance between them was too far. He was the son of a concubine of a merchant family. Even if the Feng family was one of the four richest merchants in the Da Chu State, they couldn't compare to a family of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen. And she was indeed the most noble daughter of the Duke Hua family. Later on, the late Emperor personally chose the wife of Mo Jingqi, who was still a prince at the time. Between them, even if their relationship was the most intimate, it was only him calling her Sister Feng. Even if it was this name, after he turned thirteen, he was not willing to call her that anymore.
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