Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Don’t Say You Met Me for the First Time (Part 2)

The moonlight is like water, flowing with the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, anger and sadness 

of the human world.

On the bed, Feng Lan sighed softly: Only those who have experienced sorrow truly understand happiness…

The cold voice seemed to linger in the chilly night, yet it was particularly heartwarming. 

Feng Lan stared blankly at the door of the compartment. The curtain was slightly swaying, as if no one had 

been there just now.

Today is the death anniversary of his Lan family.

Even though he was young, the bloody scene was deeply etched in his mind. If he hadn't escaped a disaster 

by mistake, he might have been a ghost long ago!

The young boy, protected by the old servant, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, watching helplessly as 

his relatives were beheaded at the execution ground.

Thinking of this, it was difficult to suppress the hatred in his heart.

At that time, the imperial in-laws, the Qin family, controlled almost the entire court. Anyone who did not submit 

was completely eradicated, and the most tragic of all was the Lan family. Besides the Lan family, other families 

that were affiliated with the Lan family's power also could not escape the fate of extermination.

Therefore, when he was found by the Emperor's Shadow Guard back then, he resolutely chose to join the 

Shadow Guard, just so that one day, just to one day be able to overthrow the Qin family's power.

Over the years, his experience can be described as a narrow escape from death. As a royal shadow guard, 

you dedicate not only your loyalty, but also your life. And he had already put his life and death aside.

Forgot the tears, forgot the laughter.

In a daze, Feng Lan suddenly heard a deep childish voice: "Only those who have sorrow know how to be happy."

Astonished, Feng Lan turned his head and looked at Feng Qing, who had appeared out of nowhere. Not good 

with words, he could only awkwardly call out "Master." The other party merely looked at him coldly, 

then turned and went back inside.

Is this... comfort?

He was somewhat puzzled; they had only spent a short day together, yet he always felt that such words 

did not seem to come from someone so cold, even though the other person was clearly just a ten-year-old child.

"Only the strong can survive."

Although the words were full of ruthlessness and indifference, these seemed to be the gentlest words from the 

cold-hearted prince.

Suddenly, he smiled with relief, his left hand gently brushing over his heart. The prince was right; only the 

strong can survive. Didn't those past experiences tell him exactly that? Today, why should he wallow in 

self-pity? Only by becoming stronger could the tragedies of the past be prevented from happening again.

And now, as the prince's shadow guard and personal attendant, all he can do is become stronger.

In this young prince, he faintly saw the future of the Canghuan Kingdom. The current emperor cannot be 

said to be unwise, but the world knows that the emperor's health is poor, often plagued by illness. Meanwhile, 

the treacherous Qin family, who are relatives by marriage, control most of the court's power. If the Canghuan 

Kingdom falls into their hands, the nation will be in peril, and the people will suffer.

Among the current three major countries, Cang Huan's power has gradually declined.

In times of chaos, this world needs a powerful emperor who can look down upon the world.

Although the little prince Fengqing is only ten years old, he is tenacious, powerful, and uniquely intelligent. 

Only such a person can lead the Canghuan Kingdom to become stronger.

The sorrow in his heart had lessened somewhat. Feng Lan closed his eyes, immersed in his own thoughts.

The partition divides the room into two.

The two people on the bed, one inside and one outside, silently contemplated their own thoughts, which was 

quite unique in itself.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

Outside the window, the dawn light is faintly shining.

"Master," Feng Lan's voice came from behind. Feng Qing had already dressed and turned around, only to see 

Feng Lan putting away the toiletries.

Feng Qing had refused Feng Lan's service and quietly washed up by himself. With his head lowered, his long 

hair was always quite a nuisance. In the past, after getting up in the morning, he had no intention of tying up his 

hair. But now, he had driven away Wu Xin and Lu Huan, letting them be with the few guards who would soon 

be working together.

Slightly impatient, Feng Qing took out the headband and struggled for half the day but still couldn't tie it properly.

After observing in silence for a while, Feng Lan gently spoke, "Master, let me help you!"

With just a faint glance at the other party, Feng Qing tied his long hair into a modern ponytail and left it at that.

When walking out of the room, Feng Qing said calmly: "You just need to do your own duty, and don't worry 

about other things."

"Yes." Feng Lan replied softly, bowing his head. He knew that his duty was to be a shadow guard, and he 

was not allowed to interfere in his master's private matters.

"Take me to see Kui!"

……

Listening quietly to Kui describe the current distribution of power between the ruling and opposition parties in 

the country and the general situation in the other two countries, Feng Qing pondered for a moment, then looked 

at the other person and asked, "How is Prime Minister Liu as a person?"

"Prime Minister Liu is smooth and adept at maneuvering," Kui thought for a moment and said, "Fortunately, 

he is not under the control of the Qin family. However, his son Liu Yi, who was the top scholar in this year's 

imperial examination, is exceptionally talented but rarely possesses integrity and righteousness."

"Oh?" Feng Qing's voice was soft, "What is his current position?"

"As the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Liu Yi has always looked down upon the actions of the 

Qin family and enjoys a high reputation among young officials."

"Will the Qin family not make things difficult for him?" Feng Qing asked with slight curiosity. Back in the day, 

the Lan family was harmed by baseless accusations precisely because they opposed the Qin family. 

With a thought, Feng Qing realized that the situation now was vastly different from then. "It seems 

the Qin family has also begun to decline."

"Indeed, but the Qin family's influence is intricate and complex, yet they have managed to maintain their 

position over the past few years."

"Is that so?" Feng Qing sneered coldly. It didn't matter, he had originally planned to eliminate the Qin family's 

influence with his own hands. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then changed the subject, 

"Is there still no way to completely cure Father's illness?"

"Currently searching for the successor of the God of Medicine."

"Heir to the God of Medicine?"

"Yes, it was the God of Medicine's medicine that could keep the Holy Body safe," Kui said bluntly, "It's just 

that the God of Medicine was harmed by the Qin family and escaped from Canghuan. Later, his whereabouts 

were unknown and he was said to have died. , but later an investigation revealed that he still had a descendant, 

but his whereabouts were unknown. "

"Mm." Feng Qing nodded, "Alright, I've learned everything I wanted to know. You should go back and report to 

Father Emperor. Soon, I will also set off, and from now on, we will communicate through the Shadow Guards."

"Your Highness, where are you going?" Guard Kui asked in surprise.

"Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles." Feng Qing said casually, "This prince has stayed in 

Penglai Pavilion for ten years and still knows little about this world. In three years, this prince will travel 

through these three countries!"

Although he had received enough information from Kui and the Shadow Guards in the past few days, he still 

needed to experience it himself to be certain.

"This is what the emperor means..." Although Kui could understand Feng Qing's words, he was a little hesitant. 

After all, the Emperor's intention was to let this prince start learning about state affairs from now on.

"Don't worry, Kui." Feng Qing explained briefly, "For the first two years, I'll still be staying in the country, 

visiting the various places where the guards are stationed."

He will conquer his own bodyguards. His power must also be established and controlled by himself.

"I believe Father Emperor will understand." Feng Qing added, then stood up and left. During the few days he 

observed in the palace back then, he had a certain understanding of that 'Father Emperor.'

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Lan," walking down the long corridor, Feng Qing spoke softly, "Starting tomorrow, you no longer need to 

practice the martial arts taught by the Shadow Guards."

"Yes, master." Without any objection, Feng Lan respectfully replied.

Hearing this, Feng Qing suddenly stopped and looked at Feng Lan with admiration. However, after spending 

more than a day together, this silent young man roughly understood his own habits. Don't talk too much, don't ask 

too many questions. It seems that this attendant has made the right choice.

"Among the four of you, your martial arts skills are the weakest." Feng Qingfu spoke again, looking at Feng Lan, 

who appeared neither guilty nor fearful, and said, "But your natural talent is the best, and your potential is 

the greatest."

Feng Lan just stood respectfully, listening to Feng Qing's words.

"In the future," Feng Qing continued, "you will practice the inner strength and sword techniques of Penglai 

Pavilion with this prince."

"Yes, master."

Nodding in satisfaction, Feng Qing continued his original pace and walked forward. The reason for choosing 

Feng Lan was not just the other person's clear eyes that attracted him, but more importantly, he valued the other's 

martial arts talent. Moreover, among the four, he was the youngest, and at this time, it was still not too late to 

practice the martial arts of Penglai Pavilion.

Compared to other shadow guards, Feng Lan, as a personal attendant, requires higher martial arts. It's just that 

what the Shadow Guard was accustomed to was all about killing people, and it wasn't suitable for him.

For him, Feng Qing, killing is only necessary when absolutely unavoidable.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

In the spring, the sunlight is slightly warm, and the gentle breeze is delightful.

On the outskirts of Lincheng, there was a beautiful middle-aged woman with a sad face, crying and hugging 

a young man in black.

"Master, are you really so heartless as to leave me, Lu Huan, behind and not care for me?" Lu Huan muttered. 

Although this child is cold-hearted, after ten years of being together, she has long regarded him as her own child. 

Now, with this separation, she didn't know when they would meet again.

"Mm." Regarding Luhuan, Fengqing felt most helpless. In this life and the last, the only woman he had interacted 

with was her, and he had long regarded her as family. Unfortunately, Luhuan had a quirky personality, and even 

he was often teased by her. This separation was also unavoidable.

Lincheng will be his commercial base, which is very important. He must leave one of his own talents. As for 

those personal guards, it cannot be said that they are really used by themselves at this time.

After gently patting Lu Huan's back, Feng Qing pushed her away from him, looked at Wu Xin again, and said 

lightly: "Wuxin, take care of yourself."

"Rest assured, my lord, I will not disappoint you."

"Luhuan will also do everything the master tells her to do." Luhuan wiped her tears and smiled faintly. Although 

she usually liked to cause trouble, she knew the master's grand ambitions. 

Without looking back, Feng Qing jumped into the carriage that had been prepared.

In front of the carriage, Feng Lan swung his long whip, and the carriage sped away, leaving a trail of dust.

After a long time, Feng Qing gently lifted the car curtain, turned around, and looked at the rolling dust behind 

the car. There was a vague figure standing in the distance.

After watching for a while, Feng Qing finally sat up straight, silently observing Feng Lan who was driving the 

horses. After a long pause, he said, "In a few days, teach me how to ride a horse!"

“Yes, Master.”

Sitting cross-legged in the car, Feng Qing quietly practiced his internal energy.

In front of the carriage, Feng Lan, who was driving the horse, lightly pressed his lips together and squinted 

slightly; the morning sun in the east was a bit glaring.

Head on there is a gentle breeze, warm and comfortable.

On the official road, a simple horse-drawn carriage sped swiftly forward.

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