The moonlight was obscured by the emerging black clouds, and only a vague light emerged from the thick clouds.
The wind blows in the floating clouds, mixed with little bits of snow and ice shards, and it will cause goose bumps on your face.
The morning that has not yet arrived always wants to use darkness to give birth to dawn, so it looks particularly dark.
Originally, when passing through a town, you would see some lights from the sky, but now is the time when people sleep best, even that The weak light also became extremely thin and small.
Feng Fuyao shrank her neck and tried her best to hide her slapping little face in her furry tinder cloak.
This cloak was still worn by the Cicada Mother, who was afraid that she would be frozen by the cold air in the mountains, so she specially took out the fire beast that she had treasured for a long time.
Sewn from fur, and every brocade robe she wears is carefully made for her by Cicada Mother.
The fabric she uses is also her own hand-woven Fire Cloud brocade.
It is not only gorgeous, exquisite and pure in color, but also extremely warm.
Wear resistant.
Recalling this, she couldn't help but bring a smile to her face, as if her eyes were bright and pink.
Riding on the darkness of night, the huge red bird breaks through the sky and chirps with a clear voice.
When the early morning light shone on the earth, Feng Fuyao finally arrived outside Jiuyou Mountain.
The trees in Jiuyou Mountain were much taller than those outside, but there was not much difference.
I don’t know what was special about it.
The three thousand beloved concubines at that time had a special liking for him.
She searched around the mountain for most of the time before she found a small courtyard halfway up the mountain.
From the sky, she could see the exquisite purple attic and the waterside pavilion with half-curtains.
This is indeed the style that a talented woman likes.
Look It turns out that the concubine has good taste.
The layout should be closed and put away.
Well, if there is more, it will appear cumbersome, and if it is less, it will appear empty.
It is indeed good.
However, what was the bright red mass behind?
Feng Fuyao moved the black umbrella in her hand to make her field of vision wider.
She stared at it for a while, but she couldn't see what was inside clearly the more she wanted to see.
Instead, There is a dizzy feeling.
Thinking that something was wrong, he made Hongluan, who was originally planning to fly over, stop in the air.
After calming down, he looked over again.
For some reason, there was a very light layer of light in the sky above the courtyard that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
The white light shield makes it difficult for people to see inside, and the backyard is even thicker and obviously different from other places.
She casually took out a feather and used her inner strength to shoot it down.
The feather instantly ignited and turned into ashes.
She frowned and felt suspicious.
This didn't look like a formation, but more like a spell.
Although I was curious about what this was, I looked at the increasingly brighter sky and thought that time was running out.
Feng Fuyao tapped Hong Luan's bird's back with her toes and said softly: "Hong Luan, go find a place to rest for a while."
She would disguise herself as a young man's voice as soon as she left Xiaoling Mountain.
Hong Luan nodded humanely.
Feng Fuyao held an umbrella with one hand and held out her luck with the other and flew towards the door of the courtyard.
Her figure was so fast that only a few afterimages were left in the air.
Hong Luan waved his wings and left after seeing her landing safely.
Feng Fuyao looked at the ancient dark brown door in front of her and the plaque inscribed with "Huanchen Garden" made of the same wood above.
She found that the faintly visible handwriting, although handsome and elegant, had a hint of childishness.
It could be seen that it must be the name of His Highness when he was a child.
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He wrote it.
I heard that his beloved concubine passed away when he was very young.
This must be a place where he and his mother and concubine have memories.
No wonder he always comes here.
Taking a deep breath, she shook the hem of her clothes, thinking that the shortcut in the air would not be possible.
This would not only alert the snake, but also reduce the chance of getting the elixir.
Now she had to take one step at a time.
Feng Fuyao grabbed the iron ring in the beast's mouth and knocked on it.
The door made several heavy noises.
Just now she saw a few figures above the yard.
Someone must have gotten up and they could hear the sound.
After a while, there was a sound of thin and light footsteps through the door.
The wooden door was opened from the inside, but strangely, no one was seen.
She looked around, and finally fixed her gaze below.
A little child with a white tiger head hat and a nose and cheeks that were red from the cold came out.
The child was very cute, with big round eyes, a small white nose, and a slightly pouty mouth.
He was only five or six years old.
It looks very painful.
He raised his head and looked at Feng Fuyao with eyes full of amazement.
This is Mr.
Fuyao.
Why didn't anyone tell him that Mr.
Fuyao was so handsome?
If he knew, why did he wait until now?
He regrets it so much now.
Such a good job, no wonder His Highness had to ask him to get up early to pick him up.
The kid wiped the snot on his face and grinned at Feng Fuyao.
His voice was as tender and soft as a piece of crystal cake that melted in your mouth.
"Young Master Fuyao is here.
I've been waiting for you for a long time."
As he said that, he also made a move that you requested, and his bulging body looked even more naive.
Feng Fuyao smiled and followed him into the courtyard.
As he walked, he thought that this Ninth Prince really lived up to his reputation.
He was equipped with elixirs and magic skills.
He was the most handsome man in the Six Kingdoms.
It seemed that he could predict sails and tell fortunes now.
Got it After the two of them entered, the child grabbed a short handrail that was only taller than him and closed the door.
Feng Fuyao was just wondering how this child could open such a high door, but seeing that the handrail had not been installed recently and the color looked the same as the ones around her, it seemed that the beloved concubine was the one who had opened the door.
Her Highness must have pretended to do so when she was young.
A touch of melancholy arose in her heart.
A feeling of motherly love could be seen everywhere in this yard.
As for her only mother in her previous life, she frowned and a hint of ridicule escaped from the corner of her mouth.
Her mouth was a little bitter, but she had never felt this way before.
Snowflakes started to fall in the sky again at some point.
Feng Fuyao opened the umbrella in her hand and quietly tilted it over the head of the unhappy little man who was jumping around her.
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The child seemed to feel it and moved back.
He raised his head and smiled sweetly at her.
After bypassing the rockery pool and walking on a cleared path, the two of them walked to the front of a bamboo building.
They saw that the child was still looking back and smiling at her, his expression matching the white hair on his head.
The tiger was so similar that Feng Fuyao was moved and raised her lips to give him an even brighter smile.
The young master's face is as beautiful as jade, and his smile is more beautiful than a hibiscus, and even more beautiful than the flying snow in the sky.
It makes people's hearts stagnate, fearing that it will melt into the air before they can touch it.
The flaxen knee-length hair is carved from a long phoenix tail feather-shaped blood The jade crown rises gracefully on the back of the head, and the phoenix feathers stand upright on the head, making the young man more slender and straighter than before.
The fiery red furry cloak reflects the ink umbrella in his hand, and it is as beautiful as stepping out of a painting.
What came out was ordinary, and the child couldn't help but be stunned.
After a while, "Yi Banliang, can you be more promising?"
A joke came from the side while the two looked at each other beautifully.
A young man in black robe who looked to be about the same age as Feng Fuyao stood close to the door.
Feng Fuyao looked over and nodded to her.
Yi Pianliang came to his senses and quickly ran to the man in black, hugged his shoulders, sneered and pretended to be a big man, and even the little white tiger on his head changed.
He became evil and said disdainfully: "Suyu, don't say sarcastic words there.
Don't say that you were very promising just now.
I don't believe you.
I'm stunned.
Do you know that you are really annoying, little one?"
What do I do to you, sir?"
Although his voice was childish, his tone was absolutely old-fashioned.
It was obvious that he was very used to talking like this.
Feng Fuyao twitched the corner of her mouth.
She suddenly felt like someone had deceived her innocent feelings.
Su Yu smiled apologetically at Feng Fuyao, with the same expression on his face, which made Feng Fuyao even more convinced that he had been deceived just now.
The world is really going downhill, and now even a little brat is starting to act like it.
Sir.
Sensing something was wrong, Yi Pianliang quickly put away his expression and covered his mouth with regret on his face, and put on that innocent and harmless smile again while he was struggling.
Su Yu ignored Yi Suanliang, stood up straight and walked to her side, "Master Fuyao, His Highness is waiting for you inside."
Feng Fuyao nodded and walked up the stairs into the small building.
As she walked, she put away her ink umbrella and looked into the hall.
This is a three-story loft.
It doesn't look like much from the outside, but it's quite big from the inside.
The entire attic is a light ginger color, very warm.
The floor is covered with a carpet with simple and elegant patterns.
On the wall facing the door is an ink landscape painting with freehand splashes of ink, which is scratched and dotted to create a distant artistic conception.
It makes people yearn for it and wish they could immediately put on their spring clothes and go on an outing.
On the other two sides, there are wooden shelves and several small tables placed against the walls, with various rare antiques and flower-arranged porcelain vases placed on them.
On the right side, there is a horn-shaped spiral staircase leading upstairs.
Looking up, you can find that it is a design that goes straight to the top of the building.
There are several purple gauze curtains hanging from the top of the third floor to the second floor.
It was a kind of beauty that flowed down three thousand feet.
She didn't see anyone in the hall, so she looked down subconsciously.
"Master Fuyao, His Highness is on the second floor.
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You can go up by yourself."
At this time, Su Yu reminded Feng Fuyao from behind.
Feng Fuyao turned around and saw that neither of them had any intention of coming in.
She nodded to them and said calmly: "Okay."
While breathing, she stepped on the textured carpet on the ground and walked inside.
The door was gently closed from the outside.
Feng Fuyao paused for a moment and then walked inside.
The carpet on the stairs was thicker than that on the ground.
It was soft, and she also found that each step of the stairs was slightly wider than the ordinary steps, and the handrails were also higher.
Walking to the second floor, all you can see is snow-white, the white carpet on the ground, the white dragon curtains between the windows, there is nothing superfluous, only a few orchids are hung on the unblemished walls. , but the whole hall gives people a clean and beautiful feeling, which also makes people who are anxious feel relieved.
Feng Fuyao raised her head and looked up.
The first floor was cozy and the second floor was quiet and elegant.
Now she was a little curious about what the third floor was like.
"What are you looking at?"
An elegant and clean voice suddenly sounded from behind Feng Fuyao.
The tone of doubt and the clean voice made someone’s heart beat suddenly.
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