The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 462:

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Feng Zhiwei caught it and looked back at Shaoning.

Shaoning didn't look at her at all, or even Qian Yan. She calmly wiped the **** knife on the vines beside her and took it back into her arms.

"Ding."

Between Qian Yan's loosened fingers, the blood-splattered anklet fell to the ground. The sound was like a steel nail, crisply nailing into people's hearts.

The anklet fell at Shaoning's feet.

She lowered her head and looked at the anklet with an almost unfamiliar expression, looking at the golden tourmaline that was once close to her skin and rubbed day and night in the most precious and protected part of a woman.

The exquisite playthings are still bright and brilliant, just like that night when the ears rub together on the temples, and the flowers in the heart are so bright that they are about to fly.

That night on the bed, her lover's fingers gently touched her ankles. Wherever his fingers passed, the anklets fell off the branches like flowers. She knew it, but she tenderly leaned between the beautiful quilts and smiled in silence, her skin glowing in the dark night. Like snow and black hair falling like clouds, she is also in the clouds.

Today...

A smile appeared on the corner of her lips, not desolate, not angry, not sad, but a slight mockery, a touch of coolness.

Like an epiphyllum blooming in the middle of the night, caught in the snow.

Then she slowly stretched out her feet.

Slowly, forcefully, and decisively.

Crush that anklet.

The golden tourmaline made a low crackling sound on the soles of the thin-soled fast boots, and instantly turned into ashes. She was still crushing, crushing, crushing...

I don’t know how long it took, until the tourmaline was completely turned into powder and mixed with mud and dust and could no longer be recognized, she slowly removed her feet, raised her head, and looked at Feng Zhiwei who was holding Qian Yan.

Feng Zhiwei's face was also pale. She pressed one hand on Qian Yan's wound and stared at Shaoning, waiting for her to suddenly take out a dagger and give him a blow like she did to Qian Yan.

Or rush up fiercely and pour all the resentment on your head like a flood.

Shao Ning looked at her and suddenly smiled.

It was actually the same joyful and bright smile as usual, and the smile that made her heart blossom when he saw her.

She smiled happily at Feng Zhi, stepped forward affectionately, took Feng Zhiwei's arm, rested her head on her shoulder, and said softly: "I will leave the palace tomorrow. , I wanted to see you again in the palace, but I happened to meet you here. Are you... happy or not?"

She glanced at Feng Zhiwei with a smile, her thick eyelashes raised, and she looked into her eyes with joy.

You can't see the blood on the ground, nor can you see Qian Yan, who is also very close to Feng Zhiwei in her arms and was stabbed to death by her.

Feng Zhiwei stood there frozen.

Even my bones were stiff.

The nephrite on her shoulders was warm and fragrant, her skin was soft and greasy, and the noble magnolia fragrance from Shaoning came thickly. It was fragrant to the bones, but she felt - cold to the bones.

She turned her neck bones, and she felt that the bones were rattling uncontrollably when she turned. She looked down at Shaoning with some difficulty, and met her crystal clear eyes.

This is the only difference between Shaoning and her. Those eyes are transparent and bright, like crystals that have been polished just right, illuminating the smallest thoughts in their hearts.

However, at this moment, the amazingly talented Feng Zhiwei could not understand the thoughts in those crystal eyes. In other words, she could understand them, but she was so cold because of them that she would rather be herself. don't know.

Is this alarming paranoia and calm madness inherent in the blood of the Ning family?

"I am satisfied to see you once." Shaoning did not wait for her answer, but said to herself, "After leaving the palace, I have another identity and another world. Wei Zhi, you should know that my father The emperor means that I am yours, so you must treat me well."

Feng Zhiwei seemed to be listening but not listening, and pressed Qian Yan's chest tightly. Hot blood gurgled out, but it could not heat her fingers.

She closed her eyes for a while and took a deep breath. The breath was full of the smell of blood, with a thick smell of rust, forcing it into her throat, making her choke and make her cough.

However, she finally spoke calmly.

She said: "Yes."

Shaoning's figure disappeared step by step behind the rockery in the flower hall just as it had come.

Feng Zhiwei stood in the flower hall holding Qian Yan.

"Bang."

A huge salute roared in the distance, and brilliant fireworks shot up into the sky, with long golden, red, and green silk threads, and scattered stars like rain. The new scholars with their backs to this side raised their heads and cheered in surprise.

She is alone under the fireworks, alone and lonely.

The wind blowing from three sides blew up her hair, and Qian Yan's blood was still at the end of her hair.

After a while she opened her eyes and heard hurried footsteps. A sweaty little **** passed by. Feng Zhiwei called him.

The **** was still a little impatient. When he turned around and saw Feng Zhiwei, he immediately changed his expression to fawning and ran over. When he saw Feng Zhiwei covered in blood and Qian Yan in her arms, he let out a loud cry. Mouth, stunned.

"Find a way to get to Haoyunxuan and invite His Royal Highness King Chu to come to the garden." Feng Zhiwei ordered him.

The little **** has been in the palace for a long time and knows what things should be seen and what should not be seen. Today, if he sees this, he will be unlucky. He does not dare to say a word, wipes his sweat and leaves in a hurry. .

Feng Zhiwei took Qian Yan to the rockery and gave him simple treatment for his wounds. It was a remote place and no one had come yet, but Emperor Tiansheng was coming soon, so she had to find a reason to take Qian Yan with her. leave.

Shao Ning's knife was not accurate. Under her sudden change, her mind wandered and her shot was inaccurate, deviating from her heart. Qian Yan could still be saved, but he had to leave the palace now.

Ning Yi arrived in a hurry after a while. He knew that Feng Zhiwei would never send someone to inform him like this if it was not a huge embarrassment, so when he came over, he didn’t bring any entourage with him. He went straight to the flower hall and stood behind the rockery. Seeing Feng Zhiwei covered in blood, her expression immediately changed.

As soon as he changed, he rushed over, raised his hand to check Feng Zhiwei's pulse, and said in a deep voice: "Is it important? What's going on? I will send you back immediately..."

His slightly urgent words paused, and then he saw Qian Yan.

"What's going on?"

Feng Zhiwei’s eyes fell on the ground, where the tourmaline was crushed and the gold thread was still there. She raised her chin slightly and said: "Ni Wenyu's privately hidden anklet of Shaoning was taken by him when he came to look for his son. When my mother found her, Qian Yan stopped her and asked me about it, but... Shaoning saw it."