The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 12:

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Then he gently pinched the woman's pink cheeks, causing Lan Yi, the courtesan of Lan Xiangyuan, to act coquettishly and coquettishly.

The laughter in that corner was low, and the woman was yelling. Compared with the noise and bustle outside, there was something more ambiguous and charming about it.

Feng Zhiwei served the tea waiter with an expressionless face, thinking that if Lan Yi had seen the scene when he pushed Yin'er into the river that night, she wonders whether she would still be shy.

I also thought that this man was acting casually and naturally with a bunch of princes and grandsons, but somehow he just felt out of place.

She kept her hands on her hands, and when she turned around, she always felt that there was a glance behind her, sticking to her back, full of exploration, but she remained calm and did not turn her head in that direction.

Her attention was on the table, because Yin'er had an ugly face and was always winking at her intentionally or unintentionally. Next to her was the thin man in yellow with a pale and bluish face, and something didn't look right with his cloudy eyes.

Feng Zhiwei doesn't want to meddle in other people's business, she just doesn't see it - prostitutes will inevitably encounter all kinds of unscrupulous customers. Dealing with them is a required course for them, not her obligation.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was drunk, and some people took the girl out. Yin'er was also taken out by the young man. Everyone looked at their backs with strange eyes.

Yin'er was held in that man's arms, looking back frequently, her eyes sad and pleading, as if she was looking for someone to help her out, but everyone turned away.

Feng Zhiwei frowned slightly, but her feet remained motionless. She always felt that as long as that person was present, it was better not to show off.

However, the two people hugged each other and walked past her. In Yin'er's half-open lapel, a deep red and bruise on her snow-colored skin suddenly passed her eyes.

Feng Zhiwei was startled, silent for a while, then silently put down the teacup in his hand and quietly followed him out from the side door.

She had just gone out. In the private room with his back to her, an elegant man in moon-white brocade robe suddenly smiled and pushed away Lan Yi in his arms.

Lanyi thought he was just teasing, so she smiled and leaned over again.

The man lowered his face, with a faint smile on his face that captivated all living beings. He looked at the woman approaching without knowing her eyes, and the corners of his lips curved.

Then he made a move with his sleeve.

The ordinary-looking guard suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the black stone cauldron, turned it over and knocked Lan Yi down on the head.

The hot soot fell, accompanied by a miserable scream from the woman.

The surroundings were immediately silent, and everyone was shocked and silent.

"Ning Cheng, you have started to show sympathy for women recently." The man didn't even look at the woman who fell to the ground and screamed in pain, and stood up with a smile, "I thought you would fall on your face."

"That was the original plan." Ning Cheng looked at Lan Yi, "But I suddenly found that the rouge on her face was too thick and I was afraid that it would not be permed."

Smiling softly and ignoring his living treasure guard, the man silently passed by everyone and went out in the direction Feng Zhiwei left.

Wherever he passed, there was no ashes, and his cries could only be buried in the dust.

Feng Zhiwei followed Yin'er and the two people until they reached a secluded small garden in the backyard.

She was a little strange, why didn't the guest go to the room? Could it be that this person liked wild things?

Behind a bush of winter jasmine flowers, the two people stopped, and then the man's rapid and heavy breathing could be heard.

Feng Zhi blushed slightly and turned away, wondering why he was so crazy and suspicious? Others actually followed!

She raised her feet and was about to leave, but suddenly she felt something was wrong with the tiny voice behind her. It didn't sound like an emotional murmur, but like she was enduring pain.

She hesitated for a while, then turned around to look. Through the golden flowers, she saw the man with all his clothes off, picking a rose and inserting it into Yin'er's chest!

Feng Zhiwei suddenly walked over.

She walked over with a smile on her face, patted the man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Good morning."

The man was having fun when someone unexpectedly greeted him like this in this place. He let go and turned around in surprise.

A cold light flashed.

Feng Zhiwei was still smiling freely, standing in front of the man, with a dagger reflected in cold light in one hand, and with the other blood-stained hand, he quickly grabbed the thing and took it back from the man's crotch.

Her movements were too fast and neat, causing her hand to be withdrawn. Only then did the other party feel the pain, hugged his crotch with a cry, and jumped ten feet high.

However, the cry of pain could not escape smoothly. Just when he felt the pain and jumped up, Feng Zhiwei grabbed the rose and stuffed it into his mouth.

The fine thorns of the rose instantly pierced the mouth, causing countless wounds. The man rolled his eyes in pain, twitched all over, and couldn't even scream.

Feng Zhiwei finally retracted her hand and pulled out a few leaves to wipe away the blood.

Yin'er was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She took a few steps back with a pale face. She even forgot to put on her clothes. Feng Zhiwei kindly helped her finish it. She took a purse from her waist and put it in. That goes in.

Then she shook the purse in front of the man.

"You...you..." The young man gasped and was knocked down by Feng Zhiwei's calm and fierce strength. He was hurt and scared, and he was shaking so much that he couldn't speak clearly.

"I'm fine." Feng Zhiwei smiled, "You're not fine."

"You...I'm going to kill you..." The other party twitched, and he made a hoarse sound from between his teeth. Every word was filled with gnashing of teeth and hatred, "I'm going to peel off your skin! I'm going to tear...your bones apart." ! Let your whole family... be reduced to ashes..."

Feng Zhiwei ignored him, turned around and asked Yin'er a few words, then smiled.

She smiled calmly, holding the purse like a flower, and said softly and skillfully: "I wonder how Academician Li would feel when he knew that his grandson, a single descendant of three generations, was missing a prostitute's purse. ?"

The man trembled and turned pale. Thinking of his stern grandfather, his legs became a little weaker.

“I wonder if Li Xueshi’s old ministers and censors, who are good friends in the court, will personally ask your majesty to help control the family if they know that the bachelor’s family is not strict and his precious grandson has been castrated?”

The Young Master Li was startled, as if he remembered something, and his face became even more pale. He was about to faint from the pain, but now he did not dare to faint.

Feng Zhi smiled more and more gently.

Yin'er only knew the identity of this dude, but she also knew that the Tiansheng court was seriously involved in political disputes, and the ministers in the court had their own factions. Once they caught the opponent's leverage, they would not let him go until death. Although Li Xueshi I don’t know which faction it belongs to, but it must belong to a certain power group. This kind of thing will also be a weakness for others to attack.