The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 213:
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This is the first thoughtful gift she has received in sixteen years. She wants to keep this feeling for a longer time.
Half an hour later, she was finally satisfied and went to open the box lazily.
Press your fingers on the buckle and apply a little force. Huh? Not moving?
Lift it up, press it down, break it to the left, twist it to the right... you just can't hear the snapping sound of the lid popping open.
Feng Zhiwei was no longer lazy now. She sat up, grabbed the box and looked left and right, then her mouth twitched.
This buckle is not a buckle at all, it is just a fake buckle-like decoration. It's a pity that she was deceived like this!
Feng Zhiwei clutched the box in a fit of laughter and tears, thinking about Ning Yi's rare prank, with a faint gentle smile in her eyes.
I touched the box up and down, left and right for a while, and found that the box fit perfectly, except for a hole in the bottom, a narrow slit.
Is this the opening?
Feng Zhiwei looked at the box in shock, thinking that it couldn't be opened at all.
It seems that speculations about magic pills and jewelry pen monkeys will be shattered.
The slit at the bottom was narrow and long. Feng Zhiwei looked at the width and felt something in her heart. She stuck her fingers in and vaguely felt that it turned out to be letter paper and the like. There were many of them inserted vertically inside. There were some other things that were squeezed into the exit, and there was no way to take them out at once, so I had to hold them in my arms and shake them vigorously to loosen the things inside that were squeezed into the exit.
With a "click", a letter fell down. It had a light green cover and a golden mandala flower printed on it. The paper of the envelope was very special, a little slippery but very stiff.
Feng Zhiwei pursed his lips, looked at the letter, and couldn't help but laugh. This man really thought of something!
However, I was slightly disappointed - since there was a letter in this box, there must be no surprises. Ning Yi had trouble with his eyesight, so he couldn't write it himself, and having someone write it for him was probably just for business.
She stared at the letter for a long time, then slowly reached out and opened it, peeling off the seal very carefully, as if she was afraid of damaging the envelope.
The ink was deeply stained on the moon-white embossed paper. Feng Zhiwei burst into laughter before even reading the content.
What is that word called?
At first it was all lumps of ink, and the handwriting could not be read at all, but gradually it got better, and the handwriting was crooked. Although it could be seen that the structure was beautiful and the skills were profound, the shape was very ugly, and each word was different. The bottom end was slightly flattened, and it looked indescribably awkward.
However, Feng Zhiwei stopped smiling in an instant.
This is Ning Yi’s own handwriting.
She recognized his handwriting. Although it was completely unrecognizable at the moment, she could still vaguely make it out. Precisely because it was completely unrecognizable, she knew that these words were all written by him in his own hand late at night in the camp.
God knows how he fumbled to write the letter because of his eyesight problems. Looking at the flattening at the bottom of each word, he must have been afraid that he would skip a line, so he used a horizontal ruler to hold it down.
After a slight sigh, Feng Zhiwei muttered: "It's a shame he had the nerve to use such ugly words." Although his tone was reproachful, his eyes were smiling.
She turned the oil lamp to a bright spot, squinted her eyes and read it carefully.
The Mo Tuan'er in front of her, she thought, must be her name.
"Wei, how do I write this letter? I practiced with the military newspaper for a long time. Ning Cheng always didn't understand what I was going to do. When I copied the military newspaper, he said he could read the handwriting clearly. , I knew I could write to you.
The army just set off today and set up camp thirty miles away from Fengzhou City. They discussed matters with the generals in the tent until Xu Shi. The generals were divided into two groups and argued endlessly. The more experienced group was the Nanhai General. When the army is under pressure, they strive to be prudent in their style. The most radical side is the new Southern Fujian general who is eager to make meritorious deeds. They are asking Ying to lead the elite light cavalry to rush forward, pass Mayuguan and outflank the Chang family in two directions. When the two sides quarrel fiercely, I think If you were here, what would be the idea? Based on your usual evil deeds, I guess this is a way to attack Chencang secretly from the east and west, so I ordered General Nanhai to lead the cavalry to attack Ledu County first, and General Minnan with 10,000 horses to lie in ambush at Bahe, the only road through which they must pass, and wait for Chang's return to ambush them. , break up the establishment and then encircle it in three ways. Do you think this is a good idea?
But don’t worry about these things. Southern Fujian will definitely be regained in my hands. It’s important that you take good care of it.
I passed through Fengwei County today. There is a kind of Fengwei wood here. The wood is dense and delicate, with exquisite texture. It is dyed with Fengwei leaf juice. It is a light green color only found in green saplings. It is very beautiful. My life is Ningcheng. I made a box and drew the pattern for him. He made it quickly, but added a gold buckle on his own initiative. He said it was a plan to confuse the enemy by making false claims in the east and west. I told him to get out and go back to the imperial capital to make false claims in the east and west.
There were four more drums outside the tent, and I put down my pen. I saw the words as if I had seen them before, so I treasure them very much. ”
Feng Zhiwei read the letter four times, folded it carefully, looked at the buckle, laughed and laughed, and cursed again, "What kind of evil and evil person? You are the one!"
She held up the letter and looked around, feeling that there was no suitable place to hide it. After thinking about it, she stuffed the letter back into the crack of the box, held it and shook it randomly for a while, and then another letter fell out with a snap.
Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but laugh. She felt as if she had gone back to her childhood, when she and her younger brother went to the street to touch candies. The vendors also used a box, which was of course not as beautiful as this one. They set up some simple mechanisms and turned them around. A picture came out. The red ones are big sugar balls, the yellow ones are small sugar balls, and the green ones are sugar syrup.
She is not lucky and always has sugary drinks.
Are you feeling lucky now?
Picking up the envelope and marking "three" on it, Feng Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the letters might have been put in order, and it must have been messed up if she stuffed them.
Chaos also means chaos, she smiled and opened it.
"Zhiwei, I marched to Xita today. There was a reed swamp not far from the camp. It was very huge and majestic. Ning Cheng said that the reeds were very beautiful. The wind blew them all, and looked like a vast white sea. I I stood by the reed swamp and listened, and I seemed to hear the sound of the ocean tide. A bird flew over the top of the swamp with a crisp chirp. A white feather fell on my sleeve. I ordered Ning Cheng to pick the largest and most beautiful one. A reed, I enclose the bird feathers and the reed, I hope you can also hear the sound of the wind."
A white feather and a slightly yellowed reed were stuck to the letter, which shone with a faint fluorescence in the light of the oil lamp. Feng Zhiwei gently stroked the delicate feather and the shallow down of the reed with her fingers. Thinking of the elegant and gorgeous man beside the reed marsh, thinking of the white bird passing over the tip of his black eyebrows, thinking of the wind rolling up his clothes, and the pale golden mandala blooming in the wind, thinking of those Reeds fluttering like snowflakes fell into his moon-white robe, and the sky was filled with white fire.