0p0 Chapter 377 - The Kingdom of Eastern Chu is destroyed
Chapter 377 - The Kingdom of Eastern Chu is destroyed
The man in the bamboo hat curled up a cold smile, picked up Xing'er and jumped up to the second floor in a few steps.
He casually threw Xing'er into a dark corner, and the man in the bamboo hat disappeared into the darkness.
Feng Yixuan from Nanyue Kingdom finished reading the letter in his hand with trembling hands, and mist instantly appeared in his eyes.
"Wuqing, what's wrong with you?" Song Yunshi hurriedly stepped forward and held his arm with distress in her eyes.
When Feng Yixuan suddenly hugged Song Yun, he opened his mouth several times but couldn't say a word.
"Yun'er, do you know that the Kingdom of Dongchu has been destroyed?"
"Didn't someone bring back the news a few days ago?" Song Yunshi asked in confusion, reaching out and patting Feng Yixuan on the back.
"The army that destroyed Dong Chu was led by my mother, and my mother is still alive... she is still alive..." Feng Yixuan was as excited as a child, and his chin kept rubbing against Song Yunshi's neck.
Song Yunshi was stunned for a moment, but then she felt happy in her heart. No one understood Feng Yixuan's respect and love for his mother better than her. She remembered that when they had just started dating, he often mentioned his mother in front of her. He said that he learned all his principles of life and knowledge of military law from his mother.
"Wuqing, did the Queen Mother mention when she will come to Nanyue to reunite with us?"
"Yun'er, don't be anxious. I haven't finished reading my letter yet."
Feng Yixuan excitedly turned the letter to the second page. The smile on his face gradually faded until he frowned.
It turned out that it was his ninth brother who helped his mother lead troops to fight against the Kingdom of Eastern Chu. After his mother made him the emperor of Southern Chu, he actually took Li'er and fled to the border, leaving such a big country to his mother.
A bitter smile appeared on Feng Yixuan's lips. It seemed that all his previous suspicions were a joke. How could his ninth brother care about where he sat when he could throw away the throne that was handed to him?
"Yun'er, our mother will come to Nanyue next month to discuss the annexation of the kingdom with us. I'll leave the reception to you."
"Do not worry."
Song Yunshi led two palace maids and went straight to the East Palace. As soon as they reached the door, they saw Feng Shijiu sleeping soundly on the desk. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She turned sideways, took the tray from the palace maids and winked at them to leave.
The smile in Song Yun's eyes became even more intense as she walked lightly to Feng Shijiu's side. It had only been over half a year and Jiujiu's features were becoming more and more like hers, and his body had also grown a lot taller. The clothes that had just been made for him could no longer be worn after a short while.
Song Yun lowered her eyes to look at his ink-stained little face and couldn't control herself and reached out to touch it, trying to wipe off those marks, but she didn't want to alarm Feng Shijiu, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mother, why are you here?" a sleepy voice sounded.
"I've brought you some cakes. Your father has given you a lot of homework recently, and your mother is worried that your body can't handle it." After she finished speaking, she picked out the largest piece of osmanthus cake from the plate and handed it to his mouth. Not surprisingly, he swallowed it in one gulp.
Song Yunshi smiled and reached out to touch the top of his head, "Eat slowly, there's still a lot left."
After Song Yunshi left, Feng Shijiu sneaked to Yilan Palace with a plate of cakes, sat down beside a small grave with a worried look on his face, and then placed the cakes on the plate in front of the grave one by one and said softly, "Feng Bai, in fact, birth, aging, sickness and death should be viewed lightly. You are also a long-lived wolf. Now I am not sad anymore. Can you accompany me to eat cakes?"
He was responded by the breeze and the swaying grass on the grave.
A hint of sadness appeared in Feng Shijiu's eyes. The wolf's life was only more than ten years, and how many more decades would a human have? He didn't know how long it would take before he could see Uncle Jiu and Aunt Jiu again, nor did he know when he could bring Xue'er to his side.
"Ow...Ow..."