The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 147:

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"Now that we have found out that we are still alive, how can we give up?" Ning Yi said calmly while getting dressed, "It is not easy to get out of Jiyang Mountain."

Feng Zhiwei hugged her knees and sat opposite him, watching him get dressed, and said "hmm".

Half an hour later...

Feng Zhiwei sat hugging her knees and watching him get dressed.

A quarter of an hour later...

Feng Zhiwei sat hugging her knees, unable to bear it anymore, blinking her eyes and asked: "Your Highness, are you not very good at dressing?"

Ning Yi stopped struggling with his belt for a long time, thought about it without any shame, nodded, and then criticized her, "You've been aware of it for so long and you haven't said anything."

Feng Zhi curled his lips slightly, thinking that the ultimate black man is His Royal Highness the King of Chu.

She slowly moved over to wait on His Highness to get dressed. Ning Yi picked on her from time to time: "You are not very dexterous with your hands!"

"Is this belt tied correctly?"

"Are you buttoning up or strangling me?"

Fengzhi smiled while doing it, tightening the laces more tightly from time to time, "At least it didn't take me more than a quarter of an hour to get dressed properly."

"What's wrong? Are you capable of doing it yourself?"

"I really want to strangle you, how can this be enough?"

Both of them looked pale. Feng Zhiwei buttoned up his buttons and coughed from time to time, but no one mentioned it, and he smiled as usual.

The crisis is not over yet, the danger is present, one is blind, the other is internally injured, there is a powerful enemy peeping above his head, and there is a conspiracy lurking on the road ahead - only because of this, he becomes more and more calm.

Both of them are for the upper hand, and they both know that being nervous will only mess up their position. After running around all night, they have been injured repeatedly, and their bodies are full of scars, so they need to relax mentally.

Easier said than done, but they are both the same people and know that the other can do it.

After putting on her clothes, Feng Zhiwei tore off a sleeve, briefly bandaged Ning Yi's injured knee, treated her own wound, and then helped Ning Yi stand up.

The two looked at each other, and their smiles disappeared for a moment. Ning Yi said calmly: "Let's go."

Feng Zhiwei wiped the blood stains on her sword with a blade of grass and wrapped the sword around where she could pull it out with a single stretch of her hand.

"The water here is running water. There should be a way out if you follow the current." Ning Yi said, "I estimate that in a while, the people above will find that the two people have never returned, so they will send people down to take a look."

"Let's go." Feng Zhiwei held his sleeve and walked ahead. She felt that her injury seemed to be better. Maybe when she fainted before, Ning Yi either gave her medicine or saved her. gas.

She didn’t know Ning Yi’s current condition, nor what symptoms he had after being infected with eye poison, but Ning Yi’s complexion was very bad. Ordinarily, even if he was drunk and weak, it had been several days. He was now His weakness should be due to the damage caused by the eye Gu.

"Can you hold my hand?" Ning Yi said behind her after walking for a while, "The sleeves are easy to tear."

Feng Zhiwei was still hesitating, but Ning Yi had already held her hand. Their hands, one hot and one cold, touched each other, making each other tremble. Ning Yi smiled and said, "Let's just look at this hand. It’s a good match.”

Feng Zhiwei ignored him, but heard him say again: "When we hold each other in the imperial mausoleum, you won't be hot anymore, and I won't be cold anymore. Even better."

Feng Zhiwei was startled, and after thinking for a moment, he realized that His Highness had taken a roundabout way to talk about marriage again. He had even arranged where he would be buried after he died, saying, "Who will be buried with you in the imperial mausoleum?" ?" He brought it to his lips but took it back again, thinking about the phrase "imperial mausoleum", and somehow a feeling of desolation suddenly surged in his heart, as if he could see the immortal green lantern in the distant tomb, the white jade steps of the huge dragon coffin, and the golden What kind of face would the person sleeping in the heavy coffin wrapped in jade look like?

And when you grow old, which tomb will you be buried in? All the things in life will be written in whose history in the end?

Remembering the agreement she made with her mother to leave the Imperial Capital, she couldn't help but ask: "What would you think if I left the Imperial Capital and disappeared forever?"

Ning Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly squeezed her hand tightly and said clearly: "I found you."

"What if I can't find it?" Feng Zhiwei felt that she was a little distracted today, and she wanted to ask if these things were available at this time.

"You can't escape." Ning Yi "looked" at her and said calmly, "The world's territory, wind, rain, and soil will eventually belong to me. Even if you turn into ashes and bones, that's still mine. Ashes, my bones."

Feng Zhiwei was silent, rubbed his arms for a while, and said with a forced smile: "Your Majesty, don't say it in such a scary way."

Ning Yi also smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, knowing that if he smiled, there wouldn't be any smile in his eyes. Chunyu's call from the cliff was always echoing in his ears, and they didn't mention it even though it made people feel a dull pain. They've all avoided it, but that doesn't mean they'll forget it.

The two of them walked up the water. This was a broken valley, and they gradually entered the mountain. Feng Zhiwei felt relieved after entering the mountain. After all, Jiyang Mountain was so big, and it was impossible for the other party to search with great fanfare. The two people were scattered in the mountains, relatively safer than before.

After walking for a while, they heard each other's stomachs quarreling fiercely, and couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly. Feng Zhiwei looked around, not daring to leave Ning Yi to go hunting, and said, "Let's discuss with the neighbors upstairs to spread out the food. Eat."

"What upstairs neighbor?"

Feng Zhiwei pointed at the pine tree above his head. A squirrel was jumping happily by. Ning Yi listened attentively and said, "I think the neighbor's meat may be better."

"Then you go and discuss with it, cut your flesh and offer it to the king." Feng Zhiwei said with a half-smile, "The lower officials are clumsy and can't do it."

"You are such a pretentious woman." Ning Yi sneered at her, "Killing people is like chopping vegetables, but you can't bear to kill a squirrel."

"Humans are more evil than animals." Feng Zhiwei said lightly, "Animals will rarely provoke you, betray you, trample on you, or hurt you for no reason, but people will."

Ning Yi glanced at her sideways, his beautiful black eyes as bright as if they were dipped in mercury, and then he smiled and pushed her away, "Eunuch Feng hasn't gone to pick pine cones yet. By the time you finish preaching, I can already enter." The imperial mausoleum."

Feng Zhi rolled his eyes at him and went to climb the tree. Ning Yi leaned against the tree and waited. Tiny pine needles kept falling down, tickling his face slightly. He raised his face and "looked" around. Although you can't see it, you can still imagine the beauty of the mountains and forests in autumn. The mountains are covered with emerald green, with layers of green and yellow in the forest. The fallen leaves on the ground are like thick ocher blankets. The afternoon sun passes through the tops of the trees, and the tree crowns Brilliant as gold.