The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 466:

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She suddenly stopped talking, her eyes darkening layer by layer.

Ning Yi pursed his lips and said nothing, "I'm leaving. You will leave Beijing in seven days. No matter how busy I am, I will rush back to see you off. This trip is dangerous, so I asked Ning Cheng to follow you."

"No need." Feng Zhiwei immediately refused. She knew Ning Cheng's status around Ning Yi and said that protection was actually a lie. Ning Yi's limited peace of mind and comfort came from the careless but loyal Ning. Cheng, that is his pistachio, no one can replace it.

Ning Yi already smiled and suddenly pushed her into the corner of the wall.

Feng Zhiwei was caught off guard and was pressed firmly against the wall by him, trapped between his arms and the wall. Before he had time to react, his eyesight dimmed. Hua Yan’s cool breath shrouded her, and her forehead was slightly hot and wet. Ning Yi's lips have been lightly pressed.

The way he kissed her forehead was as if he was worshiping, like the wind worshiping the distant mountains, and the snow worshiping the glacial lake thousands of miles away, running forward without hesitation, devoted without scruples, and lingering slowly and tenderly.

Feng Zhi's dense eyelashes fluttering slightly, brushed against his cheek, and the slight itch was replaced by his deep smile. He reluctantly moved his lips away, and gently scraped her nose with his long fingers, which was burning. His breath sprayed on the side of her neck, "I hope you are strong and brave and don't need any protection, but I also hope you are weak and dependent and can be left by my side."

Feng Zhiwei smiled softly, "What a contradictory wish."

Ning Yi sighed, slowly put down his arm in front of her, took another deep look at her, then turned around and left.

His words are like sighs, scattered in the wind.

"Who says it's not..."

The afternoon sun stretched the man's shadow long, and he finally turned the corner and disappeared. Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at his back, her raised hand frozen in the air.

It was a calling gesture, but from beginning to end, there was no outgoing call to match it.

Six days later, everything has been completed, and the envoy team going to Xiliang will leave Beijing tomorrow.

After thinking about it, Feng Zhiwei decided to leave Zong Chen behind. She is no better than before, and the situation in the Imperial Capital needs to be kept under control at all times. Zong Chen and his organization, which is always hidden in the dark, have their own mature methods for inquiring about information. channel.

As for Gu Nanyi - is there any need to ask? As soon as the news came out, the burdens of two young people, one big and one small, were already packed, belonging to Master Gu and the young lady of Master Gu's family.

Feng Zhiwei didn't intend to stop him, neither of those two people could stop him.

She came back from court that day and agreed with those few that she would get up early and go to bed early tomorrow, so she dragged her sleepy body back to her room.

Her bedroom was in the backyard. It was a private courtyard with its own small kitchen, but it had never been opened. She casually passed by the kitchen door and suddenly stopped.

The lights were on in the kitchen, the door was slightly open, and there were low voices.

"This way...70% dough...yes...add lard and sugar...your kneading gesture is wrong...let's make it small..."

"No need." The voice was light and cool, familiar enough to be heard in dreams, "I'll do it myself."

There is a faint, dreamy aroma wafting out. Many years ago, in the shabby house in the courtyard of Qiu Mansion, someone had made it with his own hands with tenderness. But now it is in the world and heaven, and I can no longer pursue the aroma.

She leaned against the wall, stunned.

In the crack of the door, which was illuminated by light, someone heard a noise and turned their head.

The light of the oil lamp in the kitchen was dim, and the man in the crack in the door looked back with a smile. The light shone in his eyes, which had always been condensed and slightly cold. At this moment, they were as warm as jade, like a crow soaked in the sparkling water Jade chess pieces.

Feng Zhiwei leaned against the door frame, stunned.

There was a thin layer of night dew all around, and her fine eyelashes were condensed with ice-clear moisture, making her eyes look misty and misty, making it difficult to see what kind of thoughts were surging behind her eyes.

Ning Yi looked at her like this and smiled.

A smile is like a beautiful night blooming in the dim light.

He threw away the things in his hands, walked over, pulled the door panel, leaned down to look at her with a smile, and said: "What? Are you petrified?"

I scratched the nose of someone who was still there.

The tip of Feng Zhiwei's nose itched, and she sneezed with a "sneeze" sound. A burst of white mist rose in front of her. She widened her eyes, rubbed her nose, and found a hand covered in flour.

Looking at Ning Yi again, his hands were full of flour, and even the door panel he was holding on to just now had white finger marks.

Feng Zhiwei’s eyes followed the white finger prints and looked at Ning Yi, whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands full of flour, and even the tips of his eyebrows were stained with a little flour at some point. He was still confused. Unknowingly, I raise my eyebrows slightly out of habit, and the white spots on the eyebrows fall off, and dots fall on the black eyebrows. The more I look at it, the more fresh it feels, and the more I look at it, the more funny I feel. I feel that someone looks more condensed than usual. It's so much cuter, I couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Yi leaned against the door frame and asked her casually. He didn't even pat his hands full of flour, but looked at her body maliciously, as if he was looking for a place to make a fingerprint. Feng Zhi He took two steps back cautiously, then raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I laugh at King Chu for being so romantic in the imperial capital. If your close friends see you like this, I don't know what their expressions will be."

"They won't see me like this." Ning Yi smiled and tried to caress Feng Zhiwei's temples with her white hands, but Feng Zhiwei jumped away warily and had no choice but to let go. "You will only see me like this in the whole world."

Feng Zhiwei said with a "huh": "Yes, this appearance really detracts from His Highness's stunning charm. It's just for the ministers to take a look at, but don't scare the beauty."

After saying this, I felt something was wrong. As expected, the guy who reacted very quickly immediately laughed and said like a fox: "I seem to smell a strong smell of vinegar?"

"Maybe the cook knocked over the vinegar bottle?" Feng Zhiwei was afraid that he would continue to struggle with this issue, so she squeezed past him and saw several pieces of dough on the chopping board, a basket of fresh chopped vines, and several There was a small bowl filled with lard, clear oil, salt, sugar and other things. The cook stood aside with a smile, but he was not the cook of his own house. Ning Yi must have brought the cook because he was worried about his side.

"You came back too early." Ning Yi stood behind her, waving for the cook to leave, and said with regret, "I originally planned to bring you freshly baked wisteria cakes as soon as you came back, but now Mr. Wei Hou will have to wait for a while before he can eat the delicacies brought by the young one."