The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 10:

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Feng Zhiwei suddenly put down the wine bottle.

She stood up, walked to the river without looking at the man, and stretched out her hand to Yin'er.

Yin'er was still timid, Feng Zhi smiled: "Come up here, no one wants to kill you."

Pull out the dripping woman, Feng Zhiwei saw that she was originally wearing a thin skirt and single clothes, but now her curves were exposed when the water got wet, and she was not even wearing any obscene clothes. After thinking about it, she took off her thin cotton-padded jacket. Wrap her up.

Even if the comedian didn't mind strutting around naked, as a woman, she didn't want her to walk in front of that man like this.

Yin'er looked at her gratefully and said in a low voice: "I'm over there at Lanxiang Courtyard...Sister, if you need anything, you can go find me."

Feng Zhi smiled and patted her shoulder. The woman did not dare to look at the man again, and walked away slowly wrapped in a thin cotton-padded jacket.

The cold wind blew, and Feng Zhiwei, who was left in only her single clothes, shivered and hugged her shoulders tightly against the river.

A bottle of wine was suddenly handed over.

The fingers holding the pot are long and clean, and the posture is stable, so stable that it is almost eternally indifferent.

Feng Zhiwei lowered his head, looked at the wine, frowned and said, "This is my wine."

A cloak was handed over.

"Change your wine."

Feng Zhiwei took it unceremoniously, "Then you lose."

"It doesn't matter." The man smiled, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes instantly became as charming as peach blossoms, "I learned a trick from you today, and I can practice it now."

Feng Zhiwei said nothing, looking at the reflection of this man in the river. This man had ever-changing faces and was unpredictable. Even his appearance and temperament changed three times a day. When he first saw him, he was as elegant and elegant as a high-ranking scholar in the mountains; he pushed him down. He Shi's expression was as bold and unbridled as that pale gold mandala, but now his smile was as gorgeous as a peach and a plum, almost charming.

Such a person can only be described as dangerous.

But the man seemed not to know what she was thinking, and suddenly smiled and said: "It's windy here by the river, be careful of catching a cold, let's change places."

Feng Zhiwei followed him without comment. When he turned a corner in front of him, a stone arch bridge suddenly appeared. The bridge was very tall, but the bridge deck was mottled and seemed to have been abandoned.

The two of them got on the bridge. The stone railing on the bridge was made of a whole piece of raw stone, which was a good place to block the wind. The two of them sat on the ground. The man took Feng Zhiwei's wine flask, took a sip of wine, and handed it to Feng Zhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei was a little confused. Firstly, she was not used to sharing a bottle of wine with a man. Secondly, she didn’t expect that this man, who looked like Mr. Guijie at first glance, would be willing to drink such a poor wine. Moreover, he clearly didn’t like being clingy, but he was willing to drink it. Drink with her.

She thought for a moment, wiped the mouth of the pot with her sleeve, and took a careful sip.

Thinking that the man was going to be angry, she didn’t miss him but didn’t look at her. She just looked up at the sky. Feng Zhiwei looked up and realized that the bridge was very high and wide. On the bridge, not only did she look at the long sky and cold moon, she It was clear that most of the imperial capital could be seen, and at the end of the crisscrossing streets, the majestic palace was clearly visible.

Feng Zhiwei slowly swallowed the spicy wine, her eyes lit up a little, and she suddenly asked: "You seem to be very familiar with this place."

"This bridge was originally the first bridge in Dacheng Wangdu. According to legend, it was built by the founding emperor of the Dacheng Dynasty for the queen." The man half-closed his eyes and said in a leisurely tone, "The queen likes big things, so this bridge is tall and wide. Lun, overlooking the surrounding countryside, is known as the first bridge in Dacheng. Six hundred years ago, the emperor and empress often traveled privately on the bridge incognito, which became a legend."

Feng Zhi smiled and said: "It's beautiful."

But I don’t think that such a man would be moved by the legend of the previous dynasty.

"After Dacheng destroyed the country, Emperor Tiansheng sent troops to the capital, gained the capital, and renamed it Imperial Capital to determine the world. His Majesty met with the old ministers in the capital for the first time. It was on this bridge. That day, the old ministers of Dacheng lay crouching like grass. At the soles of my emperor’s feet."

The man's tone was calm, but he had a hint of pride and scorn. Feng Zhiwei wiped the wine on his lips, suddenly feeling a little irritable, he couldn't help but smile solemnly and said: "I'm just worshiping blood-stained swords."

The man looked back suddenly, his eyes like daggers for a moment. Feng Zhiwei looked at each other calmly, with a soft smile in his dagger-like eyes.

After a while, the man's eyes gradually narrowed, and he actually laughed and said: "Yes, it's just a matter of becoming a king or losing a bandit. After all, these old ministers are very lucky. If they change the emperor, they will still be ministers. The worst thing is that they won't even be able to be bandits. ”

Feng Zhiwei remained silent, even the bandits had no choice but to die.

She smiled and changed the subject: "This bridge is so beautiful, why was it eventually abandoned?"

"The world is settled, His Majesty has brought the palace family to Beijing. When the most beloved Princess Shaoning was carried onto the bridge, she burst into tears. Some officials from the Qintian Prison said privately that this was ominous."

"Three years later, on this bridge." The man paused, took the wine bottle from her hand, took a sip, and then said, "The third prince launched a mutiny with the intention of forcing the palace. In that battle, the royal family died three times. Four people were injured and one was disabled... From then on, the bridge was abandoned."

The thrilling history of the royal family's battles, told in a simple way from his mouth, seemed to spread out in an instant and filled the sky with blood and blood. Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt a little cold and tightened her cloak.

On this unusually high and wide first bridge, the footprints of the founding emperors and empresses of the previous dynasty were left, and the sad wails of the princes of the new dynasty were also heard. I wonder if they can still tiptoe in the wind that swirls at midnight. Walking with the immortal souls of the wronged dead?

Why does this sharp and mysterious man have an unusual affection for this bridge?

He is so familiar with this bridge. Does he often linger on this bridge during sleepless nights?

But this has nothing to do with her after all. It is an anomaly in her life that she can drink and talk with this strange man tonight, but it is all because she is afraid of loneliness in a lonely moment, and then she happens to meet another person. Just a lonely person.

Just as he didn't ask why she appeared here, she also wouldn't ask about the loneliness and coldness in his eyes.

When the remaining wine was almost gone, the sky became slightly brighter. In the first light of morning, Feng Zhiwei poured out the last drop of wine from the pot and said with a smile: "With the last drop of wine, I would like to pay tribute to this lonely bridge. Things in the world are ups and downs, but this bridge is eternal."

Then she stood up, her cloak slipped off with a flick of her wrist, and she walked off the bridge without looking back.

The first ray of light in the morning shines through the snow and shines on her shoulders. The delicate girl has a straight back.

The man sat cross-legged without moving, watching her walk off the bridge without hesitation, his eyes flickered, and he said after a while: "Ning Cheng, where do you think she will go?"