The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 656:

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Lights from a distance shone over, revealing the decaying gate, covered with cobwebs and dust, and the faint gold characters on the half-slanted plaque, "Prince's Mansion". The first gold character had been knocked out.

This seems to be some prince's palace, but Feng Zhiwei knows about twenty, fifty or seventy princes' palaces, but none of them are here. Which prince's palace is this?

What is Concubine Qing doing here?

Feng Zhiwei covered her face, with piercing eyes, watching Concubine Qing push open the dusty door, enter the courtyard directly, and walk around in the already decayed garden, as if she was waiting impatiently. who.

Then she seemed to hear something and ducked away.

With a "squeak", the dusty door was pushed open for the second time. A man in brocade robes walked in with a child in hand. He waved his hand, and several guards respectfully stayed outside the door. .

Feng Zhiwei, who was lying on the roof tiles of the third courtyard, turned around when she heard the footsteps and her eyes shrank.

Suddenly it was Ning Ji and his son who they met during the day.

This late at night, in this abandoned palace, the people coming here are more and more strange than the last!

Ning Ji didn’t look like he was on an appointment with someone. He held the child in his hand and a box in his hand, and walked slowly inside until he reached the garden of Neisanjin, where he stood beside a white stone table. He stopped, took out some plates of fruits from the box, offered them to them, and lit three more sticks of incense.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the incense stick, then turned to the child and said, "Qi'er, come and bow to me too."

The child came up obediently and bowed with his little fists wrapped. Ning Ji patted his head approvingly, took out some paper money from the box, and silently burned it on the ground.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him in confusion on the roof tiles. It was obvious that Ning Ji was paying homage to the deceased, but who was the deceased? He did not dare to worship openly, but secretly burned paper here. It was really strange. .

The fire ignited and pale silver smoke came out. The child squatted down and asked in a sweet voice, "Daddy, are you burning paper for grandma and grandma?"

"No." Ning Ji slowly added paper, "This is for you...uncle, third uncle."

The child blinked at him, having no idea about this "third uncle".

"Actually, I am also burning paper on behalf of others. I am not familiar with your third uncle." Ning Ji smiled bitterly, "I was still young when he died and I don't remember his appearance at all."

The child picked up the paper money and threw it into the fire as if having fun, laughing. Ning Ji looked at him gently, without any intention of blaming him, and just said to himself: "Although I don't remember him, But he protected Sixth Brother at the beginning, and Sixth Brother relied on his help to grow up safely, and then Sixth Brother protected me. Without him, there would be no Sixth Brother, and naturally I would not have a good life, so he is also my benefactor."

He burned the paper money one by one and said in a gentle tone, "Third brother, don't blame Sixth brother. He is in a high position and his background is different from others. Countless people are watching his every move. He has not been here all these years." It’s easy. It’s inconvenient for him to come to worship you. I’ll come and I’ll burn more paper money for you on his behalf. You’re in heaven, please take the trouble to protect him more.”

Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized at this moment.

It turns out that today is the death anniversary of the third prince who was killed in the mutiny.

The prince who died the earliest in the dynasty was not so much killed in defeat, but rather died at the hands of his brothers' strife and frame-up. And back then, he was forced to watch the death of his only brother who loved him by the bridge. Although the young man helped him avenge his death many years later, he could only hide it in silence. Even on the anniversary of his death every year, his unrelated younger brother could only offer sacrifices on his behalf.

Speaking of which, Ning Ji and Ning Yi are a bit like the third prince and Ning Yi back then, a deep brotherly love that is rare in the royal family.

She was feeling lost when her eyes suddenly froze.

Ning Ji, who was burning paper, also turned his head.

The light gray smoke curled up, and a person turned around from behind the pillars. Her unique gait was graceful and natural. Even when she appeared in the smoke, wearing night clothes, she made people feel as graceful as the Luo Shen Lingbo.

Ning Ji was stunned for a moment, and recognized her. He was a little surprised, but not too surprised, and whispered: "Why are you here now..."

Concubine Qing's eyes passed over his face, and then fell on the child's face. She looked at him without blinking and smiled gently: "When I saw him before, I felt something was wrong with his face. I thought Don't catch a cold. The more I think about it, the more I can't sleep. I also remember that tonight is the day and you might come out, so I'll wait here."

Ning Ji lowered his head and looked at the child, and said vaguely: "It's okay, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bring him out... Don't worry..." Then he pushed the child forward and said softly, "Go and see him. Meet Concubine Qing."

Concubine Qing knelt down and opened her arms to the child. Her face no longer looked as dignified and arrogant as it had during the day, and her eyes were as eager as the tide, wanting to drown the child across from her.

The child must have been brought into the palace by him often. He didn't even acknowledge his birth. He happily greeted Concubine Qing and said in a sweet voice: "Please greet Concubine Qing..."

Before he finished speaking, Concubine Qing hugged him into her arms. She hugged him so hard that the child was startled. He turned back to look at Ning Ji in panic, his mouth flat and ready to cry. Ji gave him a nonchalant smile.

Feng Zhiwei narrowed his eyes on the roof tiles.

The crouching Concubine Qing was facing her. She clearly saw the shock in Concubine Qing's expression when she hugged the child, and saw the warmth and indulgence in her eyes as she hugged his small body tightly.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly pulled up the mask, and then jumped down without hesitation!

She fell as lightly as a willow leaf in the wind, and stretched out her hand to catch the child!

Concubine Qing was shocked, picked up the child and stepped back. Ning Ji had already rushed over in a panic, shouting: "Who are you? Stop!"

Feng Zhiwei waved his hand, signaling to the Blood Pagoda who had followed him to trap Ning Ji and not harm his life. He kept an eye on Concubine Qing, who held the child and ran to the front yard in panic. Feng Zhiwei He was in hot pursuit, following her like a ghost, looking for killers, all aimed at the child in her arms.

There is a question in her mind tonight, and she must force it out!

As expected, Concubine Qing clung to the child more than her own life. As soon as Feng Zhiwei's killer came out, she tried her best to block it. Her martial arts skills were already inferior to Feng Zhiwei's, but when she was distracted, she became more and more helpless, unable to execute a few moves. , with a "chila" sound, her sleeves were torn by the wind of Feng Zhiwei's palm, and long blood marks immediately appeared on her snow-white skin.