The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 690:

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The sharp-eyed clerk noticed that the empress’ fingers holding the letter seemed to be trembling slightly.

Different from the anger and noise of everyone, the empress has always been silent and calm. Her looming figure in the cold winter fog makes people feel lonely and lonely.

Then she smiled and said: "Prepare the boat."

"Your Majesty!"

"I want to talk to the other party." Feng Zhi smiled and looked back, "Wuha, don't stop me, people can't show their courage. In the current situation, instead of fighting recklessly, it is better to find the best retreat for you."

"Your Majesty..."

Wuha is not a Han Chinese. He is not familiar with Chinese. He is blushing and speechless. Prairie men are always the most obedient to orders and do not understand tricks. The other generals are not here. No one can stop Feng Zhiwei. She I handed a letter to Wuha and got on the boat without looking back. The oil lamp swayed leisurely on the bow of the boat. The pale yellow light smeared a dark color in the mist. The woman's long hair was slightly lifted in the wind under the light. Moving, the white cloak is like a moving cloud, painted on the bleak background of the winter night.

Wuha looked at the figure that was disappearing like a cloud, and a strange thought suddenly came to his mind - it was as if their gentle and noble empress would never come back again.

The back figure gradually disappeared into the mist. Wuha stared blankly, and at some point a touch of moisture appeared in his palms.

Feng Zhiwei got off the boat. There were already soldiers waiting on the shore. Seeing that she actually came over in person with only a few guards, they all looked surprised, but they were trained not to say much and bowed. Welcoming each other with respect and strict guarding.

As soon as a horse galloped up, the person who came to greet her immediately was Chunyu Meng.

Old friends met, but at this time and place, they both had mixed feelings. Chun Yumeng looked at Feng Zhiwei blankly. He was a close confidant of Ning Yi. He knew Feng Zhiwei’s identity after they arrived in Nanhai. I always think about the old things in Qingming, drinking under the trees, sharing difficulties in Longnan, going round and round, and now my old friend has become the king of an enemy country. Where does this life really start?

Feng Zhiwei raised her collar, and her snow-white cloak covered her palm-sized snow-white face. Her eyes were as bottomless as the thick winter fog. She smiled at Chun Yumeng's unfamiliar and questioning gaze. , Chunyu Meng's eyes suddenly became wet - that smile suddenly seemed to be that of Wei Zhi, who had just entered Qingming that year, calm and gentle, with a cool but broad understanding of this world.

"Your Majesty..." He said this title a little unnaturally, "Please follow me."

"Call me Zhiwei." Feng Zhi smiled, feeling that it was really comforting to see an old friend at this moment.

Abandoning the boat and going ashore, the palace in front gradually appeared in outline. Feng Zhi squinted at the majestic and exquisite palace and smiled softly.

It is indeed here.

In the front hall, Feng Zhiwei calmly accepted the heavy search under the angry eyes of her guards, and then followed Chun Yumeng back. In front of the double-layered secret hall, Chun Yumeng stopped and said: "I can only go so far."

Feng Zhiwei nodded and was about to leave when Chun Yumeng suddenly stopped her.

Feng Zhiwei looked back, and Chunyu looked into her eyes fiercely, his eyes clear and sincere, "Let's talk well, don't be arrogant... please... take care of each other."

Feng Zhiwei looked into his eyes and felt her nose was slightly sore. She pursed her lips and nodded cautiously.

She stepped gently up the steps.

It has been four years since I last set foot on this level.

She remembered those days that seemed peaceful but were actually stormy and rainy. On the day the old emperor passed away, she stole the two most important things and fled far away. From then on, the country was divided and the world was far apart. Looking back, the four Year.

It has been eight years since I first set foot on this level.

That day, flowers were falling like frost in front of the palace. As she walked around the steps, her faint laughter still seemed to ring in her ears. It was as if a moment ago she was lying under the secret palace watching the stars, moon and mythology with him. When she looked back, Eight years.

She once thought she would never set foot on this land again, but when she finally returned one day, she had no regrets.

The skirt gently brushed the corridor columns, eighteen columns, eighteen encounters, the last one was engraved with miss, it was just a commemoration at the time, but now I know it was a prophecy of fate.

The palace door slowly opened.

The magnificent hall, which is dozens of feet long and wide, is not brightly lit. Only a dim candle is lit at the end of the long carpet.

Under the candlelight, he was wearing light clothes and thin fur, leaning against the huge screen of Kowloon Beads, holding a wine flask, and slowly pouring wine.

The candlelight shone slantly on his face. Under his long eyebrows, his eyes were extremely dark and his face was extremely white. They were bright and clear, like eyebrows.

It is the heart, not the appearance, that makes people age.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he did not raise his head. He filled the wine with steady fingers and simply said: "Coming?"

She said "Hmm", her nasal voice was a bit thick, and his fingers suddenly trembled slightly, and a drop of wine fell on the fingertips.

The wine was cold, it was wine that had not been heated. He became upset while waiting for her, so he got up and took the wine from under the secret palace. The wine was placed there before the secret palace was built. Today he finally remembered to taste it. .

She came forward gently. When the candlelight dimmed, he looked up at her. His eyes were very quiet and powerful, as if he was carrying a knife. One glance would cut the outline that would never be changed.

"You have gone so far." He whispered, "I thought you would never come back."

"That's how it is." She smiled, "But..."

She didn't say any more, and Ning Yi didn't seem to listen carefully. He was looking at the lights. From the time she entered the hall and he read it, he didn't take another look, as if he was afraid that if he looked too much, he would be confused. Fortunately, I will never see it again.

He asked a little casually: "What do you mean by the phrase 'a person who pretends to be robbed of a great position can be destroyed by destiny'?"

"When I was in this secret palace, I took out two things." Feng Zhiwei said lightly, "One is the command arrow, which I returned to you, and the other is the secret decree, which your father left behind."

"Oh?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Feng Zhiwei's lips, "You should have guessed that his secret decree was left to the three old ministers. If the new emperor does anything against heaven and destiny, he can be abolished and killed. Then, make another member of the clan the emperor."

Ning Yi smiled as expected and said, "He won't trust me until he dies." After a long silence, he said, "In that case, I have to thank you for not taking out this secret edict casually."