The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 199:

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The fingers slowly fell down, starting from the forehead, and wiped away the disguise bit by bit.

Invisible, but clearly visible in front of me, it was still in the clear water that day. Her face was gradually washed away by the water, little by little, revealing a white forehead, a jade-like nose, pale pink lips, and a pair of black The thin eyebrows were soaked in water, dark as feathers, and the eyes were misty and misty, as if they were covered with a layer of blurred veil when looking at people... In the end, they formed a clear and beautiful face.

He stopped, put down the cloth, and gently bent his fingers, starting from his forehead, caressing the familiar cool yet delicate skin... He was in a trance, going back to the day when Wei Mansion pretended to be drunk, or maybe it was The dark room where Shaoning had secret meetings with her and plotted to murder him, or the abandoned palace where the concubine lived for the last ten years, or maybe it was in this room a while ago... He was so close to her skin, her fragrance, again and again All her warmth and coolness are engraved under the fingers, between the brows, and in the heart. They are so familiar that it is shocking.

However, starting from today, will those familiar people really return to their original point and become strangers?

There are some questions that he dare not think about or even touch. He has faced countless dangers and pains in his life. He has never been afraid and cannot be afraid. However, at this moment, he is afraid of the coldness of fate. An answer can break a person's heart.

His fingers lingered on her face over and over again. Perhaps, after suffering from such a long illness, she was no longer as charming as before, right? But what does it matter? Feng Zhiwei will always be Feng Zhiwei.

Hate yourself for not being able to see, be glad that you can’t see.

If he really saw that pale and haggard appearance, how could he maintain his composure at this moment?

The heart is so surging, and all the stability is an illusion, like a rock that has experienced thousands of years of erosion, the appearance is solid and the same, but the inside is full of holes.

It seemed that someone walked in and said in a low voice: "Your Highness...should you prepare..." He was choked with sobs and could not continue.

It's Yan Huaishi.

He turned his back to Yan Huaishi and put the mask on her carefully. His fingers rested on the side of her neck and remained motionless for a long time.

The pulse under his fingers slowed down little by little. He knew that soon, these tiny beats would be like a spring that was about to dry up, gradually becoming weaker and cut off until it died.

How cruel it is to wait for the breath of life to dissipate little by little.

However, at this time, he would rather count like this, in the pulse of each sound, recalling all the encounters from the first acquaintance to the present. In this life, he and she seemed to be working together, but in fact they were completely opposite. It's good to have such a common intention.

He counted quietly. In the curl of smoke, he couldn't tell who was paler than who.

On the roof, Gu Nanyi was blowing quietly.

The rain has been falling, and he is already soaked inside and outside. For him, the clothes must be light and not heavy, otherwise he will be unbearable. Wearing such clothes at this moment feels like torture, but he has not moved or changed clothes. She didn't leave this house with her.

The leaf flute was stained with rain, so it did not sound so clear and bright. He heard her gentle voice in the intermittent flute sound.

"It's agreed. I'll play the leaf flute and follow your marks to find you."

I didn’t ask you to brag, so why are you planning to run away?

Through a layer of roof tiles, he seemed to be able to feel a heavy breath slowly floating up from underneath. When it completely floated up and dispersed, maybe no one would play the leaf flute for him again in this life.

He had felt this kind of smell once. When his nanny passed away, the whole room was filled with this smell, which made him feel uncomfortable and anxious to leave.

Does she want to be like the wet nurse?

Will he never see her again?

Then what else is he going to do?

Gu Nanyi feels a little tired. He has been thinking too much recently. This is not who he was before. For many years, his world has been blank, monotonous and orderly. There has never been so much doubt and uneasiness.

He sat there in a daze, feeling the aura rising slightly again. He frowned, suddenly turned over, and lay down on the roof tiles.

He pressed himself down heavily.

Suppress this breath and don’t let it come up!

Half of the people in the yard stared blankly at Ning Yi, who had his eyes closed and said nothing, and the other half stared blankly at Gu Nanyi, who was lying on the roof in the rain.

Everyone wanted to express their sadness, but they felt that no matter how they expressed it in front of these two people, it seemed redundant and artificial. They didn't seem sad at all. Gu Nanyi was a little different from usual, and Ning Yi even had a different expression. Nothing has changed.

However, in that deep silence, people can hear the sound of heartbreak.

"Your Highness..." Yan Huaishi kowtowed again with tears in his eyes, "It's time... to prepare..."

Ning Yi's hand trembled, and he slowly took it away and said "oh" seemingly calmly, but Yan Huaishi could hear a slight trembling and sadness.

Ning Yi waved, and Ning Cheng silently brought another basin of water. Ning Yi said calmly: "You all go out, I want to cleanse her."

Yan Huaishi didn't think much and carefully backed out, but Ning Cheng stared at him blankly and finally walked away silently.

Ning Yi fumbled with Feng Zhiwei's clothes and carefully unbuttoned her clothes. He had tried to get close to this body many times in the past, but only at this moment he had no thoughts.

Dip a cloth with warm water and wipe it carefully. According to Tiansheng custom, couples who love each other deeply can have each other purify themselves after death.

He pursed his lips and gently traced the outline of her body with his fingers. This was her that he would miss forever before he saw her, and would never see her again after today.

My... Zhiwei...

"Crash!"

The paper door was suddenly opened with great force, and the rain all over the yard drifted in. He turned his head angrily.

"Your Highness!" A particularly clear and crisp voice came from the brave little widow, "There is another way!"

Three days later, when Feng Zhiwei finally opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was autumn chrysanthemums blooming on the Xia Yinghong window screen.

What she heard was the sound of the leaf flute above her head, which was still intermittent the moment she woke up from coma. The moment she opened her eyes, it suddenly became bright and gentle.

The birds all over the yard were chirping and singing in harmony.