Probably because they were both men, it was easier for them to understand each other's difficulties.
Feng Li was Yan Xiaomo's problem, so Yan Xiaomo would leave Feng Li for a present and enter another man's embrace.Probably because Feng Li's difficulties were the prosperity of this country, he ignored the promise they made at that time and watched as Yan Mo left.Yan Xiaomo walked further and further away, leaving only a small shadow in Feng Li's eyes.
The long queue curved along the official path, just like Feng Li's entangled heart.
The small shadow condensed into a scar, and then it shrank to the side of her heart.Yan Xiaomo thought back to the days he had spent with Fengli.
It was just like how love was sweet at first, but then there was a bitter taste in it.
Fengli was originally only a king, so he didn't have to be responsible for anything.
He didn't have to be like a minister, and he had to be busy all day long.
They had too much time, and Fengli had unexpectedly become the emperor.
Thus, their time together had decreased greatly, and they weren't used to each other at all.When Yan Xiaomo looked back, he couldn't even see the Vermilion Bird Gate.
He suddenly squatted down, hugged himself, and buried his head in his arms."Yan Gongzi!
Are you feeling unwell?" The guards around him turned around in a panic, and the entire troop began to panic.This time was different.
Once they left, they would never see Feng Li again.Fengli knew, and Yan Xiaomo also knew.
However, this time, they couldn't continue to run to each other's side like before.
They each shouldered too many lives and couldn't tolerate anyone's willfulness.Yan Xiaomo almost couldn't shed any tears.
He actually left Feng Li.
That night, he didn't even say anything about separating.
He just stayed silent until dawn.Yan Xiaomo was Feng Li's Xiao Mo, and Feng Li was Yan Xiaomo's Xiao Li's Xiao Li.
Their souls were so compatible, yet they were silently separated, never to meet again.Yan Xiaomo stood on the side of the bed, puzzled.
He looked at the man sitting by the bed, sobbing in pain.This man had never been so sad before.
In Yan Xiaomo's memories, this man would always be so lofty, dignified, and silent.
With just a few words from him, tens of thousands of lives would vanish before his eyes.Back then, he had given a present to this man as Feng Li's gift.
This man was cold and dignified, completely different from Feng Li's.
When they were sleeping on the same bed, Yan Xiaomo always wanted to hide in the corner of the bed, but was always hugged by this man.He pondered for a moment before walking over to the man's side.
Although Yan Xiaomo was a little afraid of him, they had lived together for three years.
As his roommates, he still wanted to ask him why he was so sad.Just as Yan Xiaomo was hesitating whether or not to ask, he crossed the man's slightly trembling shoulders and saw the man in his arms - Yan Xiaomo.He opened his black eyes in shock and looked at them in disbelief.
Suddenly, his arms were grasped by someone.
He raised his head and saw two people pulling him."Yan Xiaomo?" one of them asked softly."That's right," Yan Xiaomo replied softly."Let's go.
" Another person pulled his arm.Yan Xiaomo looked at the man's sad back and suddenly remembered that this man actually treated him quite well.Yan Xiaomo was led by the two men and slowly walked out of the palace.
He saw the palace servants walking past him but didn't bow, as if they didn't see him.The passageway in the imperial palace seemed to have become particularly long.
Gradually, the faces of the people walking towards him became familiar.
Yan Xiaomo watched them pass in silence, puzzled, and no one looked at him.Father, mother, the child next door, butler Uncle Fu, the scholar on the street, friends who were reading together...
Finally, Feng Li walked over.Yan Xiaomo stopped and wanted to call out Feng Li's name.
However, like those people, Feng Li gently rubbed Yan Xiaomo's shoulder and walked over.The two men beside him pushed Yan Xiaomo, and Yan Xiaomo continued walking forward.The path under his feet turned into a curve, and the light dimmed.
Yan Xiaomo suddenly stopped."Am I dead?" he asked.One of the men said, "Yes, life is like a dream.
Now is the time to wake up."Yan Xiaomo suddenly smiled and stepped into the darkness.
The scenery behind him suddenly disappeared and the entire world fell silent.Yan Xiaomo was still wearing the clothes he had worn when he died.
His white background was covered in light blue patterns.
His long sleeves and long hair were scattered behind him, as if he wanted to blend into the darkness."Are you Emissaries of Hell?" Yan Xiaomo asked softly.They nodded, "That's right.
Your lifespan has ended, so I've captured your soul and brought you down to the Underworld."Yan Xiaomo hesitated for a moment before asking, "Isn't Hell...
terrifying?"The two ghost servants chuckled softly, "Everyone says that the underworld is eerie and terrifying, and that there are ghosts everywhere.
In fact, who remembers drinking Mengpo's soup?
The mortal realm is beautiful and ugly, and so is the underworld.""Could it be that the netherworld is just like the mortal realm..." Yan Xiaomo asked in surprise.The Ghost Envoy said softly, "We're here.
"Yan Xiaomo saw a large river in front of him.
The river was clear but the bottom couldn't be seen.
Yan Xiaomo curiously walked forward and looked at the river.
He could hear the sound of the river flowing.
It was as if the river was flowing rapidly, but the surface of the river was calm.Yan Xiaomo curiously probed ahead once more, only to see a painful face appearing in the clear water.

It was the face of an old man.
He groaned in pain, and his face was covered in wrinkles.
Yan Xiaomo wanted to retreat, but he discovered that his line of sight couldn't leave that face.
He was pulled into the water by something, and he fell back into the water.At this moment, a bamboo pole was placed in front of him.
Yan Xiaomo grabbed the bamboo pole and stabilized himself.
The force of the pull vanished, and the two ghost servants quickly helped him up."Aiya, Xiaomo, you really have to be careful."Yan Xiaomo looked up and saw a wooden boat with a beautiful woman standing on it.Her voice was soft and straight, and her body was covered in a black cloak.
She held a long pole in her hand as she looked at Yan Mo with a smile."Thank you, thank you," Yan Xiaomo said softly.
Under the woman's gaze, his face involuntarily turned red."Heavens, I've really made a fortune this time.
" The woman bent down and stared at Yan Mo with her dark green eyes.
"I've never seen you like this before.
It would be great if you could even use a camera in the Underworld!""Don't talk about other worlds in the Underworld!" a ghost servant said gloomily.
Then he said to Yan Xiaomo, "This woman is the ship master of Trident.
After crossing this river, she will be in the Underworld.""No, no," the woman immediately refuted, "after this is the Underworld.
""He came from ancient times.
" Another Ghost Envoy kindly reminded the woman.The woman thought for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and said, "It doesn't matter.
Come on up.
Xiaomo, I've been waiting for you for a long time.""Aren't you going to charge him a fee?" A Ghost Envoy suddenly looked at the woman as though she was looking at a monster, and reminded her, "We've prepared his portion.
You can't throw your unpaying soul into the river just like last time.""I didn't say I was going to throw him away!" The woman frowned and stopped the ship by the riverside.
She extended her hand towards Yan Xiaomo, "Xiaomo, come on up."Yan Xiaomo hesitated for a moment.
Under the terrified gazes of the two ghost servants, he handed his hand to the woman.
The woman's hand was fair and soft, incompatible with this world's eerieness.
The hand in his hand was filled with the pulse of life.The woman pulled Yan Xiaomo over to Muzhou, and the two ghost servants glanced at each other before following after her.Most of the woman's body was hidden in her black cloak.
Yan Xiaomo could only see her face and a few strands of black hair floating down from her forehead.Her eyes were dark green, and they were quite compatible with her current environment.
However, they were mischievous and lively, and the dark green color had turned into a symbol of life and vitality.The woman bent down and lit a lamp at the bow of the ship.
The light was weak, but it carried a strange warmth.
The fluorescent light illuminated a small part of the river around the ship and made it particularly beautiful in this dark place."Wait, wait a minute!" Suddenly, a person walked out from behind a rock on the shore.
"Please take me there.
""Do you have money on you?" The woman was about to leave when she turned to the side when she heard the voice."I have it!
I have it!" That person hurriedly said, and then started touching his body.
However, he didn't find that he had money when he searched through his pockets.
He didn't give up and went through his pockets again, but he still didn't find any money."You look like a wandering ghost.
Only when your family has buried you will a ghost officer take you across the river.
" The woman said softly, "Before that, please wait slowly.
""But I...
don't have a family!" That person began to cry.
Yan Xiaomo looked at the two silent ghost servants next to him.The woman suddenly pointed at a button on the man's collar and said, "Then give me that thing and I'll send you there.""Thank you!
Thank you!" The man quickly said before pulling off the button and handing it to the woman."Is that a valuable button?" Yan Xiaomo suddenly asked."That's right." The man sitting next to Yan Xiaomo said softly, "That's the last button my dead mother has stitched up for me.""All right, then," said the woman in a bright voice.
"It's time we left."She leaned over the poles and turned the ship around.
The fluorescent lights guided them through the three paths.Yan Xiaomo saw countless figures hovering on the shore, looking bleak and lonely."I heard that once we cross this river, we will forget what happened in the past?" The man couldn't help but ask the female ferryman."No, this place is only used to block off the wandering ghosts that are not qualified to go to the Underworld," said the female ferryman.
"Those ghosts are not qualified to be reincarnated.
Only if they are qualified will I be able to pass the Trident.""Is it money?" The man asked her again."Money?" The woman smiled lightly and put down the pole.
"In the Underworld, anything valuable can be considered money.
Beautiful memories, firm love, long long thoughts.
These things are very precious in the Underworld.""Why?" Yan Xiaomo suddenly asked.The woman's dark green eyes dimmed for a moment, and then she regained her former vigor.
"In the Underworld, there is no living or dead place.
Time cannot be detected, only countless souls left here to wait for the final judgment."