On the wooden candlestick, white candles are densely arranged like a forest
The swaying lights illuminate the entire tower hall as if it were daytime
The crane in the wind stood in front of the spiritual tablet that read "Beloved Concubine Yi'er" with a deep expression on his face.
Seventeen years
He always thought that the next time he stood here, he would be less sad.
But in fact, every year when he goes hunting, his heart still hurts when he hears the bells of Longyin Temple in the distance.
Feng Manxiu lit the last candle on the candlestick, turned around and walked towards Feng Zhonghe
His impression of his mother comes entirely from his father
According to his father, his mother is the most beautiful, touching, kind and pure woman in the world.
Feng Manxiu also understood how deep his father's love for his mother was.
Standing behind his father, he noticed the faint silver thread on his temples, and his heart couldn't help but shrink.
Thousands of words turn into just one call
"Father!"
Turning around, Feng Zhonghe smiled gently and put his arm on his shoulder.
"Xiu'er, in front of your mother, tell the truth to your father, what exactly happened during the hunt today?!"
"What's going on?!"
Feng Manxiu raised eyebrows pretending to be confused
"You brat, you're even more difficult to deal with than your mother was when she was young!"
Feng Zhonghe chuckled softly, his tone was reproachful, and his tone was full of doting.
"Do you think your father is the emperor for nothing and is the luckiest person in the Aolong Kingdom? In my father's opinion, there is never the luckiest person in this world, only the most powerful person!"
Knowing that his father had discovered the flaw, Feng Manxiu did not hide it, but raised the corners of his lips with a childish smile.
"Xiu'er doesn't like to be a powerful person, Xiu'er just wants to be a lucky person!"
"Okay! Now, you are still young, father can do whatever you like!"
The crane in the wind looked up at the night outside the window
"However, when it's time for you to grow up, you will always grow up..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Manxiu suddenly reached out and pulled him aside.
Whoosh!
A flying knife slid past Feng Zhonghe's clothes and stared at the candle holder opposite.
Under the light, there was a faint blue luster shining on the bright blade.