The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 174:

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"You give me a hug."

Master Gu was suddenly stuffed with such a "thing", and he jumped up as if on fire. His first reaction was to throw it away. Feng Zhiwei also looked at him a little nervously, ready to pick it up, but the one who threw it Halfway through the movement, the child seemed to notice it and started crying. Young Master Gu was shocked. He quickly retracted his hand, hugged the child tightly, and froze there.

"By the way, you can't throw it away, you can't throw it away." Feng Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief and educated him with a smile, "Look, it's very cute, isn't it?"

Master Gu was silent for a while, and then discussed with her, "No."

"Yes." Feng Zhiwei insisted.

"Don't..."

"Want..."

"No, no, no..."

Master Gu, who never wanted to talk much, started to repeat words. It was obvious that the shock was serious. Feng Zhiwei smiled like a tiger, grabbed his hand and let him touch the child's delicate face, " If you touch it, this is the child...this is the fragrance and warmth."

Before Master Gu could react to one lightning strike, another struck down. His fingers were pulled to the child's face. He trembled at the first touch, and then quickly retracted as if an electric shock had passed.

"Isn't it very soft and fragrant?" Feng Zhi smiled and looked at him with evil intentions, "You were once so soft and fragrant, hugged in mother's arms, you should have heard mother's words Xiaoqu'er, my father touched my face like this."

Gu Nanyi trembled again, and seemed a little absent-minded for a moment. It seemed that at that moment, Feng Zhiwei's words and the unfamiliar tenderness in his arms brought him to another world that was as far away as another world, where there were colors, There is music, there are smiling faces, and there are all the things he cannot have in this life.

The small soft body in his arms made him so uncomfortable, as if he was walking outside without any clothes. He should hate it and should just throw it away like before, but her voice on the other side was so soft. The gentleness floated over to her, and he heard a different feeling from her voice than usual. He didn't know what it felt like, but he knew intuitively that he couldn't refuse or throw it away.

There was hope and desire in her voice.

I hope that his world is not just a foot and three inches and eight pieces of flesh, not just a void and rejection. I hope that he has more colorful colors, richer emotions, a broader world, and a fuller life.

I hope he understands that everything in this world can be filled with tears, quarrels, joy and cheers.

Master Gu held the child stiffly, not sure if he heard her words, but the arms holding the child began to tremble. Feng Zhiwei looked at it in a funny way, feeling that the way Master Gu held the child was really funny. It's cute, very cute, but it's a bit unkind for a master to be forced like this, so he'd better take his time.

She carried the child over as if benevolent. Young Master Gu let out a long sigh for the first time in his life, then jumped away and got into the tent in the distance.

Master Gu, who remained unmoved, was forced to run away in embarrassment by someone without conscience. The someone was not ashamed and laughed on the spot for a while. He found Yan Huaishi with the child in his arms and asked him to find a wet nurse immediately. He came and immediately entered Ning Yi's tent.

Ning Yi didn't sleep either. He leaned on his elbows and meditated quietly under the oil lamp. The hazy yellow halo fell on his eyebrows. He looked slightly tired. His long eyelashes cast a faint arc under his eyes, showing a rare Calm and gentle.

Hearing the sound, he immediately raised his head and said, "What are you looking for outside in the middle of the night..."

The child suddenly made a small "uh" sound.

Ning Yi was stuck midway, speechless.

Feng Zhiwei scared two people today, and her heavy heart relaxed a little, and she smiled and said: "Ah? What does Your Highness want to say? Continue?"

"Where did the child come from?" Ning Yi pulled her over, and Feng Zhiwei told the story, but did not mention the lock plate.

Ning Yi reached out and touched the child's face. The child was not afraid of strangers. He giggled and chewed his fist silently. Ning Yi thought about it thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled and said: " Just for a moment, I suddenly thought it was ten years later."

"Huh?"

"I was reviewing official work, and you came in with me with your child in your arms." Ning Yi raised his eyes with a hint of joking, yet serious, and chuckled, "Then I ignored you and you overturned my table."

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smile, thinking that this person was teasing her again in a roundabout way, so she smiled and said, "Your Highness is really good at imagining."

Ning Yi reached out and gently touched her face and asked, "Is it impossible?"

His voice was low, flowing like a spring in the quiet tent on this autumn night. A cool breeze penetrated the gaps in the tent and rolled up the letter on the table. He pressed it gently with the tip of his elbow.

Feng Zhiwei sat up straight.

"Who knows what will happen in ten years?" She smiled slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes. She was a little more sad and confused. "Maybe we were strangers at that time, maybe we were just acquaintances. Maybe it's still like this now, I'm worshiping you at the bottom of the steps, and you are far away on the steps, maybe... maybe we meet and become enemies."

After saying the last four words, both of them trembled. Feng Zhiwei turned his face. Ning Yi was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Reason?"

Feng Zhi smiled and said, "I'm not making a metaphor."

She stood up with the baby in her arms and said, "I'm going to see if the wet nurse is here."

Ning Yijing listened to her walking away, her face expressionless in the dim yellow light. After a while, he slowly moved away the elbow that had been pressing on the desk and picked up the pressed letter.

It was sealed with fire paint, rushed thousands of miles away, and engraved with a unique secret message belonging to his intelligence department, indicating that this was an extremely important secret letter.

He stroked the letter for a long time, without turning it over, and the content on the letter was deeply ingrained in his heart.

After a long time, he held up the letter and put it on the candlelight.

The dark yellow flames licked the envelope, and the gray edges of the letter curled up, falling dust, and accumulated in a pile on the desk.

The letter burned out and the candle was about to run out, but he did not add any more candles. He leaned on the desk and let the darkness sink down.

For a long time, a long sigh came out from somewhere.

After coming out of Ning Yi's place, Feng Zhiwei and Yan Huaishi discussed sending the children who lost their parents or relatives in the accident to a charity hall run by the Yan family to be raised.

"This is a good opportunity for your Yan family to win over people's hearts." Feng Zhiwei watched the child sucking milk sweetly with a calm expression, "The officials and people of the South China Sea resisted the establishment of the Shipping Affairs Department. Confrontation is not wrong, but it is not the best way. After you have demonstrated your ability to control the economy, you should start to be gentle. Relying on strength will only make others form a group and be wary of you."