The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 256:

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Feng Zhiwei looked into his eyes and nodded. Peony Hua'er's face looked unnatural for a moment and she turned her head away.

Feng Zhiwei followed her to arrange a room, and arranged for everyone around her to live nearby. The grassland was not like the Central Plains, where men and women lived separately in inner courtyards and outer courtyards. One person and one room were considered separated. Nata was arranged to live in This arrangement between Zong Chen and Gu Nanyi made her look ashen.

Liu Mudan helped her make arrangements and then left with the child in her arms. Feng Zhi smiled and left her to drink tea.

After drinking for a while, she said she was going to the latrine and wanted to leave with the child in her arms. Fengzhi smiled and reminded her that there was no need to go to the latrine and take the child with her. What should she do if she fell into the latrine?

When she came back from going to the latrine, she said she missed the pool of water in the garden behind, and she wanted to stop washing the slave girls' clothes and dirty them. She held the child in her arms and wanted to see it. Fengzhi smiled and took the child and said, "I'll hold Chamu for you." Picture, you focus on the water.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law laughed and laughed until the evening. After dinner, Liu Mudan breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Chamutu and said, "I have been here with you for a long time, and now I have to go back to sleep. ”

"Go slowly, don't send me off." As soon as Feng Zhiwei said one word, Liu Mudan's eyes lit up, and she hurried away as if her **** was on fire.

Feng Zhiwei sat there quietly, listening to the extremely fierce wind in the grassland, and the howl of the wolf in the distance came sadly, heartbreaking.

After a while, she stood up, and Master Gu was already waiting at the door with her cloak.

"How did you know I was going out?" Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised and turned her head to look at him.

Master Gu was silent for a moment and said, "I have something on my mind."

This person who only cares about everything in front of him, and who may not even blink when someone dies in front of him, actually found out that she had something on her mind and wanted to go out just by feeling?

Feng Zhiwei stared at Gu Nanyi blankly - when did he start to change quietly but drastically?

The cloak was gathered up to her shoulders, it was thick and warm. Feng Zhiwei reached out to tie the belt. Unexpectedly, Gu Nanyi was also trying to tie the belt for her from behind. When their fingers touched, Gu Nanyi quickly withdrew his hand.

Shrinking so fast, Feng Zhiwei was stunned again - he seemed to be more sensitive than before. In the past, let alone touching his fingers, he had no taboos at all about grabbing her and touching her all over.

Does his gradual enlightenment have to be related to her?

Feng Zhi pursed his lips slightly, feeling confused for a moment. He slowly fastened the belt without looking back and said softly: "Let's go."

Gu Nanyi said nothing and followed her. He took out a walnut that he had not eaten for a long time because he took care of her, and ate it slowly.

I don’t know if the walnuts have been stored for a long time, or for some reason, but they taste astringent in the mouth, not as sweet as usual.

The stale smell reminded him of her being seriously ill in Nanhai. He slept on the eaves in the rain and smelled the moss on all sides. He thought of the day she buried her relatives in the heavy snow and he supported her walking in the snow. The smell of fresh snow in the ground made him look back at the way he came. There were only two strings of his and her footsteps in the vast snow. At the end of the footsteps were two lonely tombs.

The walnuts in his mouth lost their taste, but he still finished them slowly.

Some walnut crumbs fell on his fingers, and he licked them gently, very slowly. In addition to the aroma of walnuts, there seemed to be some other smell on his fingers, faint, as elusive as the midnight mist but everywhere.

He smelled the scent on his fingers carefully, moistened his red lips, and touched it gently...

Feng Zhiwei never looked back.

The moonlight was like this, paving the white stone road. He took a step behind her and gently covered her with his long figure.

The Second Potala Palace is a very loose building and not very heavily guarded. This is due to the sparse personality of the prairie people.

There is no order in the construction between the houses. It is obvious that as long as peonies are involved in the design, it must be without order.

So after turning around a low wall, I saw a row of long, tightly closed windows in the bright red bedroom of the concubine.

Peony Flower is a person who likes to be open-minded. She likes to open the window first wherever she goes, but today she closed her bedroom tightly.

Feng Zhi smiled and saw the silhouette of peonies projected on the window paper by the butter candle.

She held Chamutu in her arms and swayed gently around the room. She seemed to be singing some kind of ballad in a low voice. The tone was very soft, probably some kind of lullaby.

There is a faint floral fragrance all around. It is a kind of small blue flower. It is not ostentatious, but it blooms beautifully and has a romantic feeling. The moonlight is very clean, the wind is very sweet, and the sound of singing comes from the window. Swaying like a boat.

Everything was quiet and beautiful. For a moment, Feng Zhiwei thought that she was overthinking and had misunderstood He Lianzheng's intention.

Peony sang and hugged Chamutu. The singing never stopped. As she sang, she walked to the bed and stretched out her hand to pull down the curtain beside the bed.

The long singing voice never stopped, and the lyrics could be vaguely heard.

"The little baby is like a flower, blown by the wind and beaten by the rain..."

The moonlight retreated quietly, the clouds drifted over, the shadows were deep and shallow in the corridor, the singing was long and clear, and the lyrics were obviously very ordinary, but they sounded a bit weird somehow.

"Blowed by the wind, hit by the rain..."

Liu Mudan sang and took out the wide belt that tied the curtain.

"Caught by the rain..."

She wrapped the strap around with one hand, forming a slipknot circle.

"Caught by the rain..."

Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened the door and walked in.

The singing stopped suddenly, and Liu Mudan looked back in panic in front of the bed.

She held a loop of cloth tied into a slip knot in her hand, and her face was stained with tears.

Those tears meandered in the corners of her eyes, washing away the thick makeup.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes slowly swept across her face, the cloth belt, and Chamutu who was sleeping soundly in her arms, sucking his fingers.

This mother is shedding tears, singing, holding a condom, ready to put it around the neck of her biological son!

"Why..." Feng Zhiwei asked the first sentence after a long time, and her voice became hoarse as soon as she spoke it.

There is a kind of mother who always makes people feel awe-inspiring and fearful, and they don’t know the reason for their love.