The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 556:
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She found out after all.
Feng Zhiwei had already crouched down, using a somewhat awkward posture to circle around the eighteen pillars.
The expression on her face changed from the initial surprise, to doubt, to understanding, to gradually calmness. By the time she finished looking at the eighteen columns, the expression on her face had become indistinguishable from joy to sadness, and turned into a faint silence. And slightly desolate.
The angle that is not easy to be discovered, the small area, and the lines under the layer of carvings tell a complete story.
The story of him and her.
First encounter at the Ice Lake in Qiu Mansion, drinking together on the lonely bridge on a snowy night, confrontation in the Orchid Xiangyuan Garden, holding bows in silence at Qingming Academy, looking at each other at the top of the Luohua Tower, the ruins of the palace bridge after heavy rain, composing poems and throwing cups at the Golden Palace, and Jiyang Solitary Cliff Supporting each other, playing in the officialdom of the South China Sea boat, killing people in the Longxi mansion, rescuing the siege at the Yan family ancestral hall, attacking Gao Zhou at sea... the roaring attack in the lobby of the Ministry of Justice, the red pink crisis in the Jinshen Palace, the warm water in the East Pool of Shuyu Villa, holding hands under the Bizhao Cliff ……
Eighteen pillars and eighteen paintings, the journey of his and her intersect is like a string of pearls. It is vivid in his mind. Feng Zhiwei unconsciously reached out and slowly touched the carvings, thinking in a daze, it turned out that he I have experienced so much with her, so much.
Ning Yi squatted down gently beside her, and reached out to touch the hidden carvings. His voice was long and slow, which reminded people of the yellowed pages of an old book that were turned silently in the quiet night, and the fragrance was vivid.
"Zhiwei, look, I have people carefully carve these past events here. Hundreds and thousands of years later, all people will grow old, but only the palace will remain. Regardless of the changes in the sea, things and people, No matter how the world changes, or even people's hearts wander, they are the only ones who are always here, enduring through time and never fade away."
Feng Zhiwei looked back at him, her eyes shining brightly in the darkness. She softly said "hmm" for a while, but then said: "There are no immortal heroes in the world, and there is no palace that cannot be destroyed. There will be one day." Day after day, they will still be lost in the dust."
"Then keep it in your heart, and your consciousness will be immortal even if it becomes a soul." Ning Yi gently held her hand.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him intently, and a faint smile appeared for a while. She suddenly turned around, pointed to a pillar in the middle, and said: "I can see most of what the painting is. This is the only one I don’t understand.”
The carvings on the pillar are very simple. They are two city gates, two archways, and two high platforms, staggered two by two, standing silently in the falling snow.
"That year when it snowed heavily, I chased you from the South China Sea back to the Imperial Capital." Ning Yi's voice was as cold as the light snow on the painting, "Hurry up and hurry up. After all, you are a step too late. That day you From the main hall, go through Jiulong Terrace, pass Yutang Street, cross Shenshui Gate, exit Yongning Gate, and leave the capital. And I entered from Chang'an Gate, passed Shenshui Gate, passed Yutang Street, entered Jiulong Terrace, and returned to Beijing."
His fingers slowly moved along the two intersecting routes, drawing an arc that did not intersect. "You see, there is only one step missing, just one place missing, and it will not be complete." The circle of the world has always been broken, but I don’t know when it will be repaired... Zhiwei, I just hope that we will not miss each other again when we meet like this."
Feng Zhiwei's fingers, like his, silently walked along the sad line, as if that year, the procession of Princess Shengying's marriage and the procession of the Nanhai imperial envoy returning to Beijing were so close. It's so close that it passes by.
Then she smiled slightly, stood up, and looked around the eighteen pillars. For a moment, she closed her eyes, as if she wanted to remember this scene deeply under the moonlight of the pear blossoms.
By the time Ning Yi stood up, she had already opened her eyes, still looking misty yet clear, and said with a smile: "Let's take a look at the inner hall." She turned around and entered the hall first.
The interior of the palace is naturally filled with splendid curtains, smoked cages and precious cauldrons, which are extremely gorgeous. Feng Zhiwei was reminded and did not pay too much attention to these. She glanced at the wall and recalled the ground outside. Sure enough, I found that there was a difference in the height of the floor, but it was hidden by the stairs. Unless I was a master who was proficient in this art, it would not be easy to discover.
She was looking for the mechanism to go down to the next level of the hall. Suddenly, the entire wall in front of her was split into two, and the lower half slowly sank. Such a huge wall suddenly fell with an astonishing force. She looked back in shock and said with a smile: "Almost thought it was an earthquake."
Ning Yi stood behind her, standing in the moonlight, looking at each other with a smile. He was not surrounded by anyone, and he didn’t know how to open the mechanism. Feng Zhiwei didn’t ask, just looked at the people after landing on the wall. He took a look underground and said, "It's really a unique place."
"I'll take you with me, otherwise I'm afraid there will be traps." Ning Yi stepped forward and held her hand, and the two of them stepped down the stairs. The stairs were only a few short steps, and facing them was a broad hall with a deep red relief of an auspicious beast. Ning Yi gently pushed open the door. The decoration inside was exactly the same as above, but it was a little more empty. Nothing was put there. A huge deep red and bright yellow carpet embroidered with figures and war scenes was spread from the door to the wall of the palace. It was strange. There are four walls, and the upper half is hollow. It is not as dark as imagined, and there is still a faint light coming through.
"Although this hall is half-covered underground, the design adopts a turning method to capture light. You can receive light from outside and hear the sounds outside. If you don't want to be disturbed, just close those dark windows." Ning Yi pointed to some small windows at the top.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the design, and a strange thought passed through her mind. She felt that this palace was not suitable for a refuge, but rather... an underground palace.
I couldn’t help but laugh at this thought. I felt ridiculous. Emperor Tiansheng’s mausoleum had already been selected. At Yanhu Mountain outside Yanhu Pass on the nearby Shanbei Road, hundreds of Kanyu masters selected the best dragon veins. It's been a few years since construction started. How could it be changed to this place? It doesn't even look like it.
Ning Yi turned his head and looked at her and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Feng Zhiwei shook her head, walked around the carpet and walked forward. The hall was empty, except for the curtain hanging at the end corner. She opened the curtain , I saw that the entire wall was covered with Duobao lattice towering from the sky. There were no rare antiques on it. Only a jug of wine was placed in the middle. The wine jug was exquisite and strange, and it could be seen that it was a famous brand.
"This is my selfish intention." Ning Yi came over and said with a smile, "Although this palace is built, it is really hard to say when it will be used. I got a jug of good wine last time, so it is here first. Underground, if you run out of wine in the future, you can come and get it."