Ji Chaoyun knew about the divine contract.
When Feng Xiao gave him things, he said that the golden phoenix feathers are the most precious treasures in the world and should not be known to others, otherwise they will suffer disasters. So he imposed a divine deed on the purse, which only the two of them and his blood relatives could open.
But Feng Qi... Isn't he the prince of the Feng clan
Ji Chaoyun asked: "But you are obviously the prince of the Feng family, how could you..."
Feng Qi showed a strange expression. He hesitated for a moment, leaned in the direction of Ji Chaoyun, and said softly: "This is a secret. My brother and uncle never let me tell others. If I tell you, can you keep it a secret for me?"
Ji Chaoyun nodded: "Well."
"I'm not my father's own son." Feng Qi said, "In the war between gods and demons, my father led the Phoenix clan to fight the enemy, and he picked me up from the battlefield. My father regarded me as a parent and son, and he was seriously injured later. When I passed away, my elder brother took over as the patriarch, and according to my father's last wish, he named me the second prince and took good care of me."
"From the battlefield..."
"Yeah, I don't know who my biological parents are. When I was picked up by my father, I was still a phoenix egg, and I don't remember anything." Feng Qi smiled and said, "But I don't care about that, my father The king, brother, uncle, and all the clansmen treat me very well. Fengming Valley is a good place to live, why should I be trapped in the past?"
Ji Chaoyun: "So it turns out... the Feng Clan still has this secret."
His eyes drooped, and an unspeakable sourness filled his heart.
He knew that Feng Xiao had no wife and children, but he didn't know whether he had siblings. They met too hastily. In just three months, it was not easy to stay together, and they would not have time to ask these questions. But after all, that person has a long lifespan and an extraordinary identity, it is not impossible that he still has blood relatives in this world.
In fact, when he first met Feng Qi, he thought about whether this person would be the descendant of that person left in the world.
Now, that seems to be the case.
Then isn't he a descendant of Feng Xiao...
It's ridiculous.
"I inquired about your secret before, and now I'm telling you my secret. It's fair." Feng Qi looked at the other party's expression, but Ji Chaoyun's eyebrows were always downcast, and he couldn't understand his attitude.
Feng Qi paused and said warmly, "However, my origin is not important, is it? My father has passed away, and my uncles and brothers do not know my origin. Whether I am blood relatives or not, it will not hinder... "
It won't stop me from liking you.
His last few words were extremely light, and Ji Chaoyun was deep in his thoughts, unable to hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"
"… fine."
It is inappropriate to say these now.
Feng Qi closed his eyes, resisting some kind of urge to come out, thinking silently in his heart.
Ji Chaoyun hadn't accepted him yet. The absurdity of last night made their relationship more slippery than before, and they would be completely destroyed if they were careless.
Can't stimulate him any more.
Feng Qi looked at Ji Chaoyun's profile again, the latter's expression was so cold that he couldn't see any real emotions.
It's always been that way.
He will never show any emotion to outsiders, the more heavier his thoughts are, the deeper he hides.
The afterglow of the setting sun finally dimmed little by little. Under the lead-grey sky, Ji Chaoyun faces the vast and boundless mountains, and his body is thinner than before.
Feng Qi suddenly regretted mentioning this matter today. He rubbed his brows and said, "Chaoyun, it's getting dark, shall we go back?"
Ji Chaoyun suddenly sobered up and said softly, "I... I'm going to practice swords."
Feng Qi frowned and subconsciously pulled him: "Your body has just recovered, you can't..."
"It's okay." Ji Chaoyun never looked at him, he struggled, but he couldn't. Ji Chaoyun's eyes were sour, and he turned his head to one side, "Today's homework... I haven't done it yet, I have to make it up. You let me... Let me be quiet, please."
Throughout the day, he kept his emotions well hidden.
He knew that this was not the time to think about this, and he had no time to blame himself. What he should do is to do his best to clear his grievances and stay in the academy. But now, all the perfectly hidden emotions seemed to collapse at this moment, Ji Chaoyun's voice trembled slightly, and there was even a connotation of prayer in his tone.
Feng Qi froze in place for a while, and his subconsciously loosened his strength. Ji Chaoyun broke free from his hand, softly said "sorry", turned his head and walked quickly away from the cliff.
The sky quickly darkened, and in the dim light, it was almost impossible to see the back of the young man leaving in embarrassment.
The crescent moon is like a hook, and the everlasting and deserted moonlight sprinkles on the clearing among the bamboo forests. In the center of the open space, a plain white and thin figure danced with the sword intent and did not stop for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, the sword momentum suddenly stopped, the sword energy knocked down a bamboo forest in front, and then stopped abruptly.
Ji Chaoyun landed on one knee, took a deep breath, his trembling hand finally couldn't hold the hilt, and fell weakly to the ground. There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, his breathing was rapid and trembling slightly, and his cheeks showed a thin red after excessive overdraft.
Ji Chaoyun reached into his arms with trembling hands and took out the purse.
He stroked the delicate phoenix pattern on the purse with his fingertips, and he could still remember how the man sat in front of the house and drew it stitch by stitch.
Those hands that are used to holding divine weapons and have the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, when they do this kind of meticulous work, are still so good-looking that they are reluctant to look away.
"How can you even do this?"
"If you live a long time, you will naturally be able to order anything. Come and see, do you like it?"
"... I like it." Ji Chaoyun knelt on the ground, his eyes were red, and whispered, "I really... like you very much. But I seem to have done a very bad thing. I... What should I do?"
He put the purse close to his heart, as if just like that, he could feel the breath of the other party.
After a long while, Ji Chaoyun said softly, "But I still want to see you."
Even after so many years, even if he made such a ridiculous mistake, he still... wants to see him.
So, he must stay.
No matter how much effort and difficulty it still takes, he must stay here and pass the gate to heaven.
Self-pity is the most useless thing.
After a long time, Ji Chaoyun's breathing gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes again and took a deep breath, his fingers no longer trembling.
He put away his purse, picked up the accompanying sword that had fallen on the ground, and stood up. His eyes touched the bamboo forest that was messed up by him, but he was stunned.
When he usually practices swords... Is that the case
At the other end, Feng Qi was sitting in the courtyard, sitting in a state of anxiety, his eyes couldn't help looking outside the door, and his expression was anxious.
Almost three hours have passed since Ji Chaoyun left, but the man still hasn't come back. Feng Qi had the intention to find someone, but with Ji Chaoyun's current situation, his appearance in front of that person would be counterproductive.
Feng Qi walked around the courtyard anxiously, and Ji Chaoyun's pale face appeared over and over again in his heart.
He just lost control of his spiritual power yesterday, and he was tossed all night in the boom period. Today, he ran around all day and went to practice swordsmanship. How could his body stand it
Does he take himself for iron
The more Feng Qi thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and finally he couldn't bear his temper, got up and walked out of the courtyard.
As soon as he opened the courtyard door and walked out, he saw Ji Chaoyun slowly walking towards the courtyard from a distance, with a strange look on his face. The eyes of the two were caught off guard, and Feng Qi looked away with a guilty conscience: "Then what... I'm not going to find you, I'll open the door to get some air!"
"?"
In the yard... open the door for ventilation
"..." Feng Qi said this without thinking at all, and only after saying this did he realize that he was stupid. He couldn't hang on his face, and he retreated into the door as if nothing had happened.
After a while, Ji Chaoyun pushed open the hidden door and walked in.
Feng Qi carefully looked at the other party's expression.
The thin red on his face due to sword practice has not yet dissipated, his hair was soaked with some dampness, and his dark eyes had been washed, clear and beautiful. Although his expression was still that icy and icy, his eyes seemed to have lost the heavy heart that was breathless before, instead he seemed to have a hint of hesitation and a guilty conscience.
… Guilt
Feng Qi's heart sank for no reason, and he asked tremblingly, "What's the matter with you?"
Ji Chaoyun didn't dare to look at him, and whispered: "Did you say before that the bamboo forest outside this yard is your own hand, transplanted one by one, it is an extremely rare fairy bamboo."
"… Yes indeed."
Ji Chaoyun said: "Did you also say that every green bamboo in this forest is worth a fortune, and it takes hundreds of high-grade spirit stones to buy one, and there is no market for it."
"...that's right."
Ji Chaoyun pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Then if I break your fairy bamboo..."
Ji Chaoyun took Feng Qi out of the door.
When Feng Qi heard him ask this question beforehand, he already knew that it was not easy to find immortal bamboo. From the seedling to the current bamboo forest, he did not know how much spiritual energy was spent on him, and it would be false to say that he did not care. .
If it was someone else, Feng Qi would probably be able to fight with him.
But who made this person Ji Chaoyun
Feng Qi sighed, holding back his heartache and said, "It's okay, don't take it to heart, I'm still a bamboo or two—"
He raised his head persuasively, and his voice stopped abruptly.
The lush green bamboo forests that were originally lush, now centered on a certain area, within a radius of several meters, have become barren. Nearly 100 green bamboos were cut off from the waist and scratched by the sword light. They couldn't die any longer. Obviously, they couldn't be saved.
"..."
Ji Chaoyun lowered his head guiltily, and his voice was weak and flies: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know why... I usually practice swords here, and this has never happened. But today, I am uneasy, and I will wait until I find out. already… "
Feng Qi didn't answer, Ji Chaoyun glanced at him secretly, and said without confidence, "... I'll pay you."
"It's okay... it's okay." Feng Qi struggled to squeeze a few words out of the gap between his teeth.
"… real?"
"Well, really." Feng Qi pressed the corners of his throbbing brows, trying his best to make himself look calm and light, "It's all things outside the body. If you destroy it, you will destroy it. Don't worry about it."
"But you said earlier..."
"No, that's a lie to you." Feng Qi interrupted decisively and said righteously, "It's just a bamboo forest. It's a bit expensive, and it's not so precious. I'll find someone to clean it up and transplant some more. Good. As long as you...as long as you don't feel bad."
Ji Chaoyun was stunned, understood what he was talking about, and shook his head: "It's all right."
Feng Qi finally let go of his hanging heart, he sighed softly, and said, "It's fine, we—"
"Don't mention it again." Ji Chaoyun interrupted him gently, "As if it never happened, let's not mention it again."
"… good."
It was already dark, and the two of them walked slowly in the bamboo forest one after the other.
Feng Qi looked up at Ji Chaoyun's back, and finally sighed helplessly.
Although the bamboo forest was destroyed, luckily, the people were coaxed.
As long as he can be happy, let alone a bamboo forest, he is willing to let him pluck all the feathers on his body.
Although in Ji Chaoyun's heart, it may still be better than a feather left by a bastard.
… bastard Feng Xiao.
His Royal Highness Feng Er only felt that there was probably no one in this world who was more aggrieved and depressed than himself, and he swore in his heart that if he could see that bastard one day, he would definitely beat him up to vent his anger.
What is a blood-related senior, even his own father beats him.
Feng Qi thought about it all the way, and felt a little more at ease. When the two walked to the gate of the courtyard, they suddenly heard a bird chirping in the forest.
The two turned around at the same time and saw a magpie flying from a distance.
Feng Qi and Ji Chaoyun looked at each other, raised their hands, and let the magpie fall to his fingertips.
On the slender ankle of the magpie, a spirit storage ring was tied.
"It's Ah Tao." Feng Qi explained briefly, took off the Spirit Storage Ring, touched the feathers of the magpie, and said to it, "Thank you, you can go back."
The magpie didn't hear it, and rubbed his fingertips intimately, chattering non-stop, and tried to drill into his arms, but refused to leave.
Feng Qi gave it a warning look.
The magpie stopped, it hummed aggrievedly, turned and flew away.
Feng Qi patted off the feathers that had been rubbed by the magpies on his body, and said, "I told Ah Tao not to send these little birds to deliver letters, each one being more entangled than the other."
Ji Chaoyun said: "Feng is the king of birds, it's normal for them to like you."
"I don't care that they like it, I just want..."
Feng Qi glanced at Ji Chaoyun and didn't say anything. But the latter's attention was only on the Spirit Storage Ring in his hand, and he didn't pay attention to his hesitant words.
The two hurried back to the courtyard, opened the Spirit Storage Ring, and took out a bottle of elixir and a jug that Ah Tao put in it.
At the same time, there is a secret letter.
Feng Qi unfolded the letter and scanned it quickly, his eyes suddenly sank.
Ji Chaoyun jumped uncomfortably in his heart and asked, "Miss Ah Tao found out?"
Feng Qi nodded, his expression gloomy: "A Tao said that from this bottle of wound medicine in Lingyuanhai, a little remnant of blood lotus lucidum was found."
The author has something to say:
Feng Xiao - a virtuous little expert at home.
Feng Qi - an idiot of life, can't clean the room.
Feng Xiao: I am worried about your youth education in Fengming Valley :)
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I don’t know if you will feel abused in the first half of this chapter. I was very worried that I forgot to warn orz yesterday when I was coding.
Gong's identity is basically ready to be revealed. Gongshou met three hundred years ago, and things about the Dragon Clan can be explained immediately. This paragraph will not be very cruel~
Recently, a little cutie asked when the horse will fall off, it will not be too fast, everyone will wait. But for a little spoiler, Shou will know his identity a little earlier than Gong.
Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-11-16 11:35:11~2019-11-17 08:51:59~
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