The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 692:

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Turning the wine glass gently in her hand, she asked in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that I will poison you?"

"No one has entered this dark palace for many years." He replied calmly, "And this pot of wine has been stored in a dark compartment and no one has ever touched it."

"As for you..." He calmly took a sip of wine and did not continue. His clear eyes were like ice knives, and his smile was like the cold light on the tip of the knife, calm and composed.

She laughed silently and looked at her fingers in concentration. From the moment she entered this secret palace, she had already gone through numerous inspections by the world's most knowledgeable pharmacist, the most skilled craftsman with hidden weapons, and the most knowledgeable assassin. A poison is just a hair. If it doesn't belong to her, it would have been picked out long ago.

It is true that at this moment, no one can poison him to reverse the situation that is not good for her.

But...

She smiled lightly, and the corners of her eyebrows curved in a playful and cute way.

"Do you feel chest tightness?" Her misty eyes, which were born with water vapor, looked at him. The true expression in her eyes could not be seen clearly behind the mist. "Do you feel tingling in your pubic area? Do you feel that your blood is rising and you are falling down?" Aiming at your Qihai?"

He also looked at her, and his face gradually turned slightly green.

"Since the completion of this secret palace, it has been heavily guarded. It is true that no one has come in." She took a few steps with her hands behind her hands and looked back at him with a smile, "But what about before it was completed?"

He was shocked.

That year when the secret palace was first built, he never let her interfere from the drawing design to the completion of the palace. He only took her in for a look after it was completed.

I still remember that time, the pear blossoms in front of the palace fell like light frost, her silver skirt lightly brushed across the bright moonlight ground, spinning a flowing and brilliant flower. In the shadow of the moonlight flowers, she held the pillar and looked back with a smile. He was instantly struck by that peaceful smile.

The love was strong at that time.

It was in that night with the fragrance of pear blossoms floating around, and with those smiling eyes looking at each other, that her slender fingers brushed the hidden compartment under the wine bottle, laying the poison of assassination many years later?

That gentle smile, the charming eyes, and the warmth of holding hands when the pear blossoms have fallen, turned out to be just empty flowers in the dream?

He expressed his cherished feelings and intended to share his secret joy with her, but she had quietly left behind a foreshadowing of the future life-and-death confrontation.

The same sentence - she has always been his enemy.

Feng Zhi looked at him with a smile on the opposite side, "Your Majesty, do you still think that I was lying just now?"

Ning Yi looked at her steadily, as if he wanted to find something illusory and soft in her autumn eyes, but Feng Zhiwei's eyes remained unchanged.

"Who said the victory or defeat has been decided? Who said I am willing to give up the country?" She pointed to the outside of the palace and said with a smile, "How can I make you upset and drunk if I don't come in person? Once you die, Tiansheng's army will There will be chaos. In the future, whether these great rivers and mountains belong to Tiansheng or to me, it’s hard to say." She smiled happily, flicked her sleeves, "Even if I die here and be buried with you, Emperor Ning, That's enough!"

Ning Yi looked at her graceful and indifferent silhouette in the light, and put his elbow lightly on his heart. He didn't know where the pain was, or maybe there was no pain at all, but something was cracking like glass, and it seemed that there was no pain at all. You can clearly hear a "click".

In a trance, it seemed like that year at the Nanhai Pier, when she walked in through the curtain with a gentle look on her arms, holding the baby, leading him to think about ten years later. She replied: "Who knows what will happen in ten years? Maybe we are strangers to each other. , maybe we are just acquaintances, maybe it is still like this now, I worship you at the bottom of the steps, you are far away on the steps, maybe... maybe we meet and become enemies."

Ten years later, the words finally became a prophecy.

Slowly he raised his sleeves and covered his lips. A bit of bright red stained his sleeves. He wiped it away with a cold gaze, but she turned her back without knowing when. Her back was straight and slender. He stared at her. From that back view, I suddenly felt that if I don't ask a question now, I might never get the chance.

"Have you ever loved me?" It was a difficult question in just a few words.

She paused. After looking back for a while, Qiao smiled brightly and spoke clearly.

"No."

There was a suffocating silence in the deep hall, and a begonia in full bloom outside the long window suddenly withered silently.

"Good".

After a long time, he finally smiled. The rumored appearance was peerless, but now his smile was not much prettier than the withered flowers.

He no longer looked at her, but his eyes gradually became serious, and he suddenly clapped his hands gently.

It was just such a clear and calm sound, and the lingering sound was still lingering in the hall.

Suddenly, an overwhelming roar echoed in the distance, as if the waves had been swept by a hurricane and suddenly erected a huge wall as thick as a giant wall, stretching across the front of the Golden Palace, instantly suppressing the approaching sounds of killing.

He smiled slightly, and he knew without looking that those criss-crossing roads and those palace corners would have countless black undercurrents flowing out after the applause fell. Those were the elite troops he was hiding in secret, and they would use shining cold light to The hundred-refined weapons faced those rebels who tried to trample on the imperial power and put their blood-stained military boots on the jade steps.

At this point, deep affection is no match for life and death, and his twelve years of precious love can no longer be used to water this poisonous poppy.

It is enough to allow her to overturn until today [lack of ending punctuation]

"Hey, I still lost." She looked outside the hall and said in a relaxed tone, "What a pity."

"Yeah, it's a pity." He coughed lightly and coughed up blood, "Look, even if you left this killing move many years ago, even if you kill me, your great empire It is still destined to collapse today."

"It doesn't matter." She smiled, "It's my honor to die with you."

He recognized her, and her smile was as graceful as when he first met her.

I always thought that the hard work in this half life was for the future storms and rainbows, which supported him to wait patiently through those years, but it turned out that what he thought was just that.

He slowly opened his eyes, tightened his fingers, and the jade cup in his palm shattered.

With blood dripping from his eyes, he calmly commanded the air, "Come here."

In the four corners of the hall, several figures immediately flashed like ghosts.

She raised her eyes, turned around calmly, and lowered her long eyelashes to cover her dark and changing eyes.