There is no moon tonight in Zhenmenguan, dark clouds are heavy, and the wind rustles the trees.

The lights in the house are still on. General Li woke up a few days ago. When he heard that the Zinus were gathering outside the city to attack the city, he wanted to get out of bed. However, the old general's body has suffered too many hidden injuries over the years. Once he gets injured at this age, all the injuries will break out. Now he can't even get out of bed. In the past few days, he has woken up for a while every time, and he can't even speak clearly. He will fall asleep soon in a daze.

The military doctor is helpless against the poison in the old general's body and is looking for a way to detoxify the old general. Otherwise, according to the old general's current condition, the situation is not optimistic.

I don't know if they know that General Lao Li has woken up, but the Zinu outside the city have been much more obedient these days. In the eyes of Zinu, General Lao Li is the god of war who guards this city, a mountain they cannot cross, higher than Tianshan Mountain. As long as General Lao Li is alive, they cannot pass the town gate.

After receiving the news, the generals in the Zinu army waved their hands, and they stopped attacking the city and set up camp far away, just like a group of vicious wolves staring at the piece of fat in front of them and drooling.

The two lanterns hanging at the door illuminated the people coming, and there were long shadows dragging on the ground. The general in armor came to General Li's courtyard. The guard at the gate saluted and called out "General Zhou" when he saw him.

Zhou Chu was a person who followed the old general and was promoted by the old general. The guard at the gate was very familiar with General Zhou and asked with a smile, "General Zhou, why are you here to see the general so late at night?"

Because Zhou Chu was a person who followed the old general and he often came to see General Li, the guard did not doubt that Zhou Chu came at this time. Seeing that General Zhou was about to go in, he let him in. Zhou Chu asked if the old general had woken up. When he learned that General Li had fallen asleep, he hummed, waited for the door to open, and went in.

The person who walked in subconsciously glanced around to make sure that there was no one else in the room, and then walked towards the bed. The old general lying on the bed had gray hair and a dry body under the quilt. He was lying here now, just like any other old man in pain. But Zhou Yan knew that if it were in the past, he would probably not be a match for the old general. Thinking of this, his eyes deepened, and the look in his eyes was complicated.

The person standing in front of the bed did not speak, just stood there and watched silently.

Perhaps feeling the gaze falling on him, the person sleeping on the bed moved uncomfortably. Even in this state, his sensitivity has not changed at all.

The hand on the edge of the bed moved, and the person seemed to be about to wake up in the next moment.

Zhou Di's eyes fell on the dry hand, and he noticed that the fingers moved. A light flashed quickly in his eyes. He stood there motionless, his whole body tensed.

"Old General, don't blame me, blame yourself for blocking others' way..." The man who crouched down grabbed the quilt on the old general with both hands. His face was ferocious in the backlight. Zhou Di smiled evilly and said softly, "Old General, have a safe journey on the road to the underworld!"

Zhou Di pulled General Li's quilt over his head. The man in his sleep struggled subconsciously, but stopped moving the next second.

After making sure that his men were not moving, Zhou Yu put down the quilt in his hand, and waited for a while before pulling open the quilt. Seeing the old face under the quilt, he laughed softly with madness in his eyes.

"Haha... No one will stand in my way anymore!"

"All those who stand in my way deserve to die!"

That night, the people sitting at the desk were still reviewing the official business in front of them. Feng Lingxiao reached out to touch the teacup beside him, wanting to take a sip of water. With a "bang", his hand accidentally touched the cup, and the cup fell to the ground and broke. Feng Lingxiao suddenly felt a palpitation, which made him feel not very good.

The guards outside the door heard the sound and shouted "Prince" at the door.

"Nothing." A voice came from inside.

The guards outside hesitated for a moment. Without the prince's order, they did not dare to go in, so they retreated to their own positions.

A figure in the study left the previous moment, and the next moment another figure of the same height appeared and sat in front of the desk. Looking through the window paper from the outside, the person inside was still sitting at the desk to handle official business.

Not long after, the princess sent someone to bring supper to the prince.

The young servant who brought it asked the big brother of the guard outside, and learned that the prince was still busy inside, so he left the things to the guard outside, and told the people to help him send it in, and then the young man went back to report to their master.

"Okay, got it." Liang Xijun knew that his prince was still in the study room, and he knew that his prince would not come to his place tonight, and he was inevitably disappointed. But when he thought that now that he had a child, the first thing the prince did when he returned home every day was to come to see their child, and occasionally he would stay overnight at his place, he felt a little comforted.

It was better than the prince ignoring them. As long as the prince liked their child, no one could replace their position in this palace.

Thinking of the current situation in the court, Liang Xijun thought in his heart what he could do to help his husband. He hoped more than anyone else that his husband could be made the prince. If one day his husband could ascend to the throne, he, the princess, would be the emperor, and their child would be the prince, and he would be the master of the world in the future.

"Oh oh..." The children in the room were still awake at this moment. The nanny who was taking care of the children was coaxing their little master to sleep, and the servants in the room were all circling around this little thing.

When he came to his senses, he saw that the child was talking with his mouth open, and he didn't know what the little guy was saying. Liang Xijun smiled when he saw it, and asked the old nanny to hold the child for him to hold.

The old nanny listened to the princess' words and hurriedly put the little master in their princess' arms.

When he was in his mother's arms, the child stared at his mother with his eyes wide open. His full forehead, nose and eyes looked very much like his father's. He was a real little boy. Liang Baojun couldn't help but smile when he saw the child's cute look, and asked, "It's dark now, how come you are still so energetic?"

"Baby, if you don't go to sleep, Mom will leave you alone to sleep." He was tired after being around this bad boy all day.

The boy waving his fists doesn't care whether you are sleepy or not, he is not sleepy anyway.

The servants in the room saw the cute look of the little master, and they couldn't help but tease the little master. They wanted to coax the child to sleep, but in the end they teased the child to be more and more energetic.

"Princess, why don't you go and rest first, the old slave will serve the little master here." The old slave saw that their princess was tired, so he let their princess go to rest first.

Liang Xijun shook his head and held the child in his arms. The child was his comfort in the night, and he did not want to put the child down to go to sleep. He did not go to bed until he coaxed the child to sleep and told the night watchman to be careful at night.

At night, a carriage left the city from a small door on the side, and the people inside the carriage closed their eyes and dozed off. All the way, Feng Lingxiao felt uneasy in his heart, wondering if something had happened to the people in the manor.

The first time he felt so uneasy was when his father got into trouble many years ago. He hadn't felt this way in all these years.

When he thought of what happened back then, Feng Lingxiao clenched his fists. The person he hated the most in his heart was probably his father, the emperor who was above all others, the one who recruited his father into the palace even though he clearly didn't love him, causing his father to be trapped in the quagmire of the harem, and finally died here without knowing why.

Even if he was still young at that time, if it weren't for his eighth uncle's strong protection and sending him to the border to live with his grandfather, he would have died in the cruel palace.

In the three years since he returned to Fengdu, he has been investigating the death of his husband. He always feels that something has blocked his steps and prevented him from finding out the truth of what happened. This made him feel that the person who blocked him must be someone related to the cause of his father's death.

But who could that person be?

It's not that he doesn't want to know some things, but at the last moment, Feng Lingxiao suddenly became afraid to know the truth of what happened. He was afraid that the truth was what he least wanted to see.

"Hurry up." The person inside ordered.

"Yes, master." The man driving the carriage outside responded, picked up the whip at hand and whipped the horse, and the horse ran faster.

"Drive_Drive..." The carriage rushed to the manor outside the city, and the wheels turned and made a sound.

At this time, everyone in the house had taken the medicine and lay down. The people who entered the house smelled the smell of medicine and couldn't help frowning. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fang Ziye knew who was coming. He lay there without moving, but the itchy throat made him cough twice.

Since he was sent to this manor, he has been in this manor and has never gone out. He

caught a cold these days and got sick. The doctor came to see him and prescribed medicine, but he didn't seem to get better, so it has been delayed until now. Fang Ziye was in a daze every day. He knew what was wrong with his body.

There were some things that he couldn't let go of. Knowing that the situation was irreversible, how could he still struggle? He just didn't want to accept it. He hated Feng Lingxiao for being cruel to him and hated himself for not being a little cruel...

All these things disturbed him day and night, making him unable to sleep at night.

"Ye'er, I know you are awake, open your eyes and look at me." Suddenly, he fell into a familiar embrace, and Feng Lingxiao said in his ear.

Only after he held this person in his arms did Feng Lingxiao feel at ease, but there was still a strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know why he suddenly felt palpitations. Did something really happen, or was he just imagining things?

"Ahem..." Fang Ziye coughed twice again, turned his face away, and struggled to let the person holding him let go. Seeing that the person didn't let go, he said angrily, "Let me go!"

"I won't let go. Ye'er, let me hug you." Feng Lingxiao knew that this person was still angry with him because of what happened that day, and he didn't like Fang Ziye being angry with him.

He liked the person who laughed carefreely in front of him, and he also liked the person who blushed when looking at him and smiled gently at him. No matter which Fang Ziye looked like, he liked them all. The only thing he didn't like was this person who had a cold face in front of him and didn't want to look at him.

After this quarrel between the two, it was Master Feng who gave in first.

But Master Feng didn't seem to understand that it wasn't a question of who gave in first.

Fang Ziye was unwilling to forgive the man who swapped his child. The worst thing was that he thought he had kept it a secret, but it turned out that he had known about it for a long time. He bit his lip and wanted to ask when did you know about it, but he didn't ask. He was still angry with this man and didn't want to talk to him.

Feeling that the person holding him was different, he couldn't bear it and let him hold him without struggling.

"Hmm..." Fang Ziye's eyes widened when his lips were kissed, and he subconsciously wanted to struggle, but when he remembered to struggle, he had no chance anymore. That person would not give him any chance. Feng Lingxiao held the person in his arms. Only in this way could he eliminate the uneasiness in his heart.

Lips against lips, two figures overlapped on the bed.