The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 100:

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My fingers slowly stroked the bump. The scar was long, wide, and uneven. You can imagine the tragedy at that time.

Feng Zhiwei thought of the rumors about him in Beijing... He almost survived a serious illness at the age of seven, but his temperament changed drastically after that. Could it be that it was not an illness, but an injury?

The fingertips inadvertently touched his intact skin, and the slight coolness and smoothness under them made Feng Zhiwei's face turn red. She quickly retracted her hands and tried to let her mind wander everywhere, thinking about anything to avoid the embarrassment at this moment.

While thinking about He Lianzheng's feet, Gu Nanyi's walnuts were so stinky, she wiped Ning Yi's whole body vigorously with the quilt, then took another quilt and covered it with the original one. On the soaked quilt, the wet quilt was pulled out from underneath, leaving only the dry quilt wrapped around Ning Yi.

Immediately, she picked up Ning Yi with the quilt and carried him to the bed.

The man was still in a coma, but his rapid and thin breathing had calmed down a little. Feng Zhiwei rubbed his body vigorously with the quilt, which promoted the blood circulation, which at least eased the grayish blue color on his pale face. The color faded away, and the thick black eyelashes fell down weakly, casting a faint black shadow under the graceful arc of the corners of the eyes. The sharp contrast between black and white made it rare for them to be a bit weak, which is usually so compelling. The elegance is now only soft and light, as clear and elegant as a slight cloud.

Feng Zhiwei, who was sweating all over, looked at the guy who was comfortably in his dreamland, and patted his face with anger and jealousy, "Slept well!"

After taking the photo, I felt very happy, so I slapped it twice more. Hey, hurry up and hit it twice. After passing this village, there is no such shop.

Put Ning Yi on the bed. Seeing that his hair was still wet, he took off his golden crown, pulled out the hairpins, and spread them out. He was afraid that his wet hair would get a headache if he put it on the pillow, so he moved him out. , letting her long black hair fall to the foot of the couch.

Then he was busy looking for a flint brazier, and took off the gray cloth furniture covers to start the fire. As soon as he took off the covers, he couldn't help but praise - the utensils in this house looked plain, but in fact they were all very exquisite and gorgeous. , the details can be seen to be of great value, and all the artifacts are not Tiansheng style, with strange arcs on the corners, giving them a unique alien beauty.

But she didn't have the heart to appreciate it carefully at this time. She rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find what she wanted. Fortunately, everything was complete here. She actually saw a futon wooden fish in a drawer.

He found flint, dragged out the brazier from under the bed, lit a fire under the couch to toast his clothes and dry his hair, and took a comb to comb his wet hair.

His hair was of good quality and was as soft and cool as brocade in his hands. Some of it was stuck to his forehead. Feng Zhiwei leaned over and gently helped him remove it with her fingers.

It was at this moment that Ning Yi woke up.

From the darkness of confusion and pain, from the world of endless cold rainstorms, he struggled and trudged all the way out. When he opened his eyes, he could not see the sky and the earth for a moment, only the delicate and slender jade-white fingers could be seen. The gesture passed gently before his eyes.

My gaze extends upward, and I can see a delicate white mandible and a pair of delicate pink lips, which are delicate and bright against the gray background color on all sides.

The curtains on all sides were drooped, the firelight was peeling off, and a warm breath penetrated to the bones.

The darkness, cold pain just now was like a dream.

Or is it just a dream now?

His vision was still a little hazy. The fingers in front of him were busy, and butterflies were flying around like flowers. He looked at it in a daze. The scene seemed very familiar to him in a daze. It seemed that many, many years ago, there had been such a palace, and there had been such a palace. A person, gentle and meticulous, brushed away the sweaty and messy hair on his forehead.

My heart was filled with endless joy for a moment.

Have all those lost come back?

He groaned lowly, grabbed the finger, pulled it to his cheek, and leaned on it gently.

"Mother and concubine..."

The warm fingers rested against the cold cheek, and the soft warmth penetrated into the bone marrow. He squinted his eyes slightly, so intoxicated that he did not want to let go.

Feng Zhiwei froze beside the bed, watching her fingers being pulled and rubbed by Ning Yi. She didn't know whether to pull them out or continue to take advantage of him.

Obviously this guy is not awake yet, she hesitated, what if she pulls her hand and wakes him up, and he realizes the reality and becomes angry and angry, but what if he doesn’t pull his hand, and he comes back to his senses and becomes even more angry and angry ?

With just a slight twitch of his finger, the man was already startled.

The eyes that were still misty and misty just now suddenly condensed, and then became as clear as black jade. He raised his eyelashes and saw the person in front of him clearly.

Looking around, Ning Yi's eyes gradually became sharper. He let go of Feng Zhiwei's fingers and said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

He didn't look angry or angry, but he instantly regained his usual sharp and cool attitude in front of her. His dark jade eyes disappeared, and the defense and vigilance that he had never let go of suddenly returned.

Feng Zhiwei wiped her fingers on her skirt, turned around to bake his clothes, and said with a smile: "Find a place to take shelter from the rain, I came in accidentally."

Ning Yi pulled the quilt open, took a look, and then covered it again.

Then he started to feel dazed.

Feng Zhiwei turned her back to him and calmly raised her coat to see if there was anything left that had not been dried.

It was okay if she didn't lift it up, but when she did, Ning Yi became even more intolerable and said angrily: "Put it down!"

Feng Zhiwei turned around and looked at him innocently, sighing, "Really, it's so awkward, didn't I do it for your comfort?" Otherwise, I don't care whether your underwear is dry or not, as long as your outer robe is not seen to be wet.

Taking the clothes that were almost dried, she folded them up one by one in a virtuous manner, putting the mulberry silk calf-nosed pants on top, which made Ning Yi gasp again.

He couldn't help but look up at her. The woman looked serious and unintentional, and seemed a little shy, but he just felt that she did it on purpose.

However, after such embarrassment, the heavy haze that was pressing down on his heart dissipated a little. He sighed and circulated his inner breath around his body. He found that although the old injury had relapsed, it had not worsened, nor was it in such a state. The heavy rain hit me and I caught a cold.

This is all thanks to her.

The clothes were neatly placed beside him. He stared at the woman in a daze. A heavy rain washed away the disgrace on her face. Her face was as small as a palm, shockingly delicate, her eyes were misty, and The noisy smoke outside the window dispersed like rain, and her bun was messed up, so she also let her hair loose. When she leaned over, her silky hair fell down and fell on the back of her hand, as soft as if it was about to be rubbed into her heart.