The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 584:
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Hang Ming was silent. Of course he knew that what Feng Zhiwei said was the truth. Even if he didn't want to cooperate with Feng Zhiwei and just wanted to show off his ambition and go to the end of the world to start over, he still had to consider whether the world was so big. There is a second Jianghuai for his brothers to hide in. Feng Zhiwei can discover his origin, but others may not be able to discover it.
"I'm not forcing you now, I'm just showing you a way." Feng Zhi clasped his hands slightly in front of the window and said calmly, "Follow my instructions, leave Jianghuai, go to the place I pointed out to you, and when you get there , I will supply you with food, chariots, horses and weapons for you to grow and develop. In the future, whether you want to rely on those who are entrenched in one place and continue to be your underworld king, or whether you are waiting for the opportunity to make a difference, I will not interfere with you. I will only I ask you to keep everything I give you confidential."
Hang Ming remained silent. This condition sounded too generous and seemed like a trap, but because of this, he believed it. With Wei Zhi's ability and identity, he really wanted to destroy them without raising his hand. There is no need to spend a lot of money and property. He thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Could it be that... there will be a war in the near future?"
Feng Zhiwei just smiled lightly.
She turned around, looked at Hang Ming, patted his shoulder, pointed towards the south, and smiled meaningfully.
"Brother Hang, the flying dragon is in the sky, covering the territory and the earth. Among the heroes in the world, who should shoot it?"
At the end of the seventeenth year of Changxi, the Dragon Slayer Gang was defeated by the Chief Envoy Yamen. Two years earlier, he led his subordinates to defeat the leader of the Dragon Slayer Jiangshan. He claimed that he was ashamed to lead his peers again, so he took his original team and left again. In a foreign land, the Dragon Slayer once again became the Shenglong Gang, which has been in decline ever since. Also in decline is the entire Jianghuai underworld. Under the iron-fisted governance of the Chief Envoy, all gangs are submissive and more peaceful than good citizens.
On New Year's Eve in the 17th year of Changxi, because this group of gangsters no longer dared to collect various protection fees by knocking bones and extracting marrow, merchants big and small had a good year. Therefore, many merchants spontaneously organized themselves and put them at the gate of the Chief Envoy's Yamen. After a day and night of firecrackers, the ground with a radius of dozens of feet was covered with red firecracker debris.
It was very lively outside, but there was no New Year atmosphere in the Chief Envoy's Yamen. Feng Zhiwei was in a bad mood thinking about her close friends from far and wide, so she reluctantly invited Zong Chen and all the guards to have a New Year's Eve dinner. He asked Zong Chen not to forget to send someone to send the fresh things collected from the market in Jianghuai to Xiliang. He also took care of two copies so that Master Gu would not miss them, and then returned to his backyard.
New Year's Eve was her routine night to remove the poison. It was not until late at night that Zong Chen came out tired and said, "You have a good rest. In another year, our poison will be eliminated."
Feng Zhi smiled, watched Zong Chen leave, and slowly sat up from the bed. The firecrackers outside the house were very noisy, and the surroundings became more and more desolate. There were no lights in the house, and everything was silent in the snowy light coming from the window. , half of the face is gray and half of the face is pale.
Feng Zhiwei hugged the quilt, feeling empty in her heart and unable to be filled by the distant noise.
But the sound of a flute suddenly sounded.
It is vaguely the sound of the ethereal and clear flute that year, but with an added layer of desolation and sadness, coming from the sky faintly, breaking the lively but desolate snowy night.
Feng Zhiwei sat on the bed in a daze. Although the window was very close and could be opened with her hand, she put her hands under the quilt and remained still as if she was too cold.
The sound of the flute did not stop because of this, it continued to play tirelessly and endlessly, just like that year in the underground prison of the Ministry of Punishment, which kept playing all night long.
The snowy light gradually faded, and through the window lattice, I saw the person sitting motionless on the bed. The top of his scattered black hair was shining with cold light, and from a distance, it looked like black hair turned into snow.
In the middle of the night, there was a strong wind outside, and the unfastened window lattice blew open with a bang. The window was wide open, and she saw him as soon as she raised her eyes.
On the brown branches of a cypress tree outside the courtyard in front, the man sat holding a flute, his moon-white clothes hanging down like flying snow. In the distance, a half-broken amber moon hung leisurely on the blue floating clouds. Against the dim background of the sky and the dead leaves and branches, the crimson cloak behind him rolled up, and the golden mandala blossomed.
So bright, so cool.
A jade flute with purple tassels was held in his hand, and the sound of the flute sobbed, which shocked Qin Louyue.
The window opened, he turned around and looked at each other, sitting and lying down, looking at each other through the window.
In her eyes, there is this New Year's Eve snowy night where the moon melts, and the moonlight makes people feel heartbroken.
In his eyes, there is this quiet room with a solitary window surrounded by people, facing each other with two thoughts.
Looking around, the snow fell silently.
I don’t know how long it took before Feng Zhiwei forced a smile and said softly: "It’s cold... Come in and warm yourself up..."
Ning Yi turned the jade flute in her hand and with a faint glance in her eyes, she immediately stopped talking and looked around awkwardly - as if she had forgotten to light the brazier.
"It's not warmer than mine." Ning Yi still responded with a double entendre.
Feng Zhiwei was silent, and Ning Yi looked up at the moon. This was the first time the two met after the banquet at Shuiyue Villa. It seems that each has his own busy schedule, but whether it is the person or the heart that is busy, Only you know it.
Ning Yi said softly for a long time: "Let me inform you that after the year, you may leave office early, and your Majesty may directly select you to join the cabinet."
Feng Zhiwei smiled as expected.
Ning Yi added: "In addition...Zhiwei...after New Year's Eve this year...I have to take a concubine."
Feng Zhiwei raised her eyelashes, looked at him deeply, smiled softly for a while, and said, "Really... Congratulations."
Ning Yi always watched her closely. Neither of them avoided their gaze tonight. Each looked into the other's eyes, as if they were looking at each other for the last time, greedily absorbing the gaze in the memory.
In the end, he closed his eyes, slowly stroked his fingers on the jade flute, and said decisively after a while: "Zhiwei, let me ask you one last time."
Feng Zhiwei slowly hugged her shoulders, as if she couldn't stand the cold night, and forced a smile: "It's late at night, let's talk about it tomorrow..."
"Are you willing to be my concubine?"
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes.
In an instant, two words flowed through my heart, carrying the sharp light and shadow of five years, passing through the **** rouge that had been stained throughout my life, over and over again, like a chant, endlessly.