The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 644:

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"Lü..." There was another long hiss, and Xiaobai, who was tied alone at the back of the team, suddenly broke the reins and chased after him.

A group of horses galloped past with an astonishing momentum. People dodged and the car swayed, and the car curtains were shaken and flew up. Feng Zhiwei couldn't steady her body in it. In her busy schedule, she lowered her head and looked at her lap. The man's expression changed instantly.

Ning Yi!

The guards under the carriage staggered to catch up, shouting: "The concubine—the concubine..."

Obviously he dragged someone to help him fight, but he still said that he was helping him deal with the enemy. Naturally, it was the living treasure guard Ning Cheng. He was happily sending his master away and fighting happily. When he heard this sound, he was stunned and quickly moved in his busy schedule. Turning around, he asked: "Huh? What concubine?"

The captain of the guard was beating his chest, worried that his mission would be a disaster, when he heard this sentence and said angrily: "That is Huzhuo's predecessor, the concubine of Shunyi King, Princess Shengying!"

"Huh?" Ning Cheng was startled again. He almost got slashed by the enemy and dodged away. Then he came to his senses and gave chase after screaming.

"Oh my God - Master, I have harmed you..."

Ning Cheng was crying and annoyed that he had sent the sheep into the tiger's mouth, and wanted to chase his master back, but his horse's **** was slapped too hard, and the crazy carriage rushed out of the woods and into the darkness in an instant, unable to find a shadow. .

Ning Cheng stood there blankly, biting his fingers and watching the smoke disappear on the horizon. In a trance, he felt as if he saw a certain classic yellow face flashing past behind the curtain when the car curtain was lowered. She smiled deeply at him.

I didn’t think so at the time, but now I feel horrified.

Ning Cheng was furious as several knives cut him down behind him. When he turned around, he roared: "Grandma, you idiot, I will kill you..."

There was a loud sound, and the unlucky Ning Cheng stayed there to kill, but the carriage running around in the darkness had already rushed out for several miles.

The carriage bumped violently, and Ning Yi was still unconscious on her lap. He was knocked off her lap several times, and Feng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then put her arms around his waist.

Her palms were hot and her fingers were cold, but his body seemed colder than her fingers. Feng Zhi touched it slightly and shivered.

When the carriage passed a mountain col, Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened the curtain and took a look, feeling that the arrangement on the cliff seemed a bit special.

As the carriage passed by, the dark trees on the cliff swayed in the direction of the wind. I wonder if it was the wind or her hallucination?

However, the carriage was not yet completely under control, and it just rushed through the col and continued forward, leaving that question behind. When the carriage gradually stabilized under Feng Zhiwei's control, it had reached the foot of a low mountain.

It was quiet all around, and the snowflakes were dancing leisurely in the wind. The close encounter just now seemed thousands of miles away.

Feng Zhiwei lowered his head and looked at the person on his lap quietly.

There were no wounds or blood on his body, but his face was pale, with a faint bluish color on his eyebrows and lips. He was exactly the same as his mother's complexion in the abandoned palace. Feng Zhiwei could tell at a glance that he had a recurrence of old injuries.

It turns out that the strange smell of medicine in the small village was used to arouse his old injuries. That thing must be very powerful. It seems to be some kind of almost extinct cold medicine. This time, the seventh prince really took it in order to cover up his serious crime. original capital.

But... who is in whose trap? Feng Zhiwei thought about the abnormality she felt in the mountain col she passed just now, and smiled lightly.

However, although Ning Yi used himself as a bait to attract the enemy's action, he seemed not to have expected Lao Qi's skill and determination, so much so that the drug triggered old injuries and almost got him involved.

Feng Zhiwei figured out the joints and her eyes became slightly gloomy. She took Ning Yi's pulse and confirmed that his old injury was indeed relapsing and must be dealt with as soon as possible.

The person on her lap was as quiet as a deep sleep. Feng Zhiwei lowered her face to look at him. It had been a year since she last saw him, and he seemed to have lost some weight. There was a light shadow under his eyelashes, as quiet and cool as a crescent moon.

His veins are under her palm at the moment, and the pulse is strong. Her internal energy is lingering at the fingertips, either heading towards the Dantian or towards the heart.

The former is to save; the latter is to kill.

The wind suddenly became stronger, roaring fiercely, and rolled up the car curtains, causing the car curtains to snap and dance. With a "pop" sound, a stack of letter paper suddenly fell from the grid above her head where the sundries were stored, and landed in her hand.

Hulala envelopes were flying around. She stretched out her hand to hold it down, but her hand suddenly stopped.

The top one is the secret letter sent to her by Qi Shaojun and Hang Ming.

"The king of Chu is a sinister bird of prey, which will eventually be detrimental to the great cause. He asked the girl to plan the life and death of millions of subordinates, and she must be killed."

Feng Zhiwei’s eyes trembled.

The cold fingers pressing on his veins moved slowly.

My fingers moved slightly.

Ning Yi's eyelashes seemed to tremble in a daze.

This tremor was extremely subtle. It seemed to really happen, but it also seemed to be just Feng Zhiwei's hallucination. Her fingers trembled again, and the internal energy that was about to surge out was quickly withdrawn.

When he lowered his head and looked carefully, Ning Yi was still in a deep coma.

The north wind blew the car curtains violently, blowing in large pieces of snow. Feng Zhiwei did not move or avoid it, nor did she try to shield Ning Yi from the wind and snow, letting the snowflakes fall on her and Ning Yi's faces. superior.

When the snowflakes meet the heat, they turn into water, which is refreshing to the bone and flows down the cheeks like tears.

Feng Zhiwei did not wipe it off, but just stared at Ning Yi, hoping that he would wake up from the cold snow so that she would not have to face difficult choices again and again.

However, except for the phantom-like trembling of his eyelashes before, Ning Yi still made no movement. Not even the cold snowflakes falling on his face could wake him up.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the barely melted snowflakes on his face and frowned.

She had seen Ning Yi's old scar before. It was a very hideous wound. She didn't know anything about it at the time. Later, she sorted out her mother's belongings and learned everything about what happened to the Blood Pagoda on the last night. The seven-year-old child among them was an adult. He also had unparalleled scheming and skill, switching the emperor's heirs, ambushing tree holes, waiting for rabbits, and almost forcing his adoptive father and himself to death. In the end, if his adoptive father hadn't injured him with the corpses of three tigers and faked jumping off a cliff, he might have been gone long ago.

Who is that seven-year-old child? His adoptive father only told his mother that he was a prince, but he didn’t know who he was.