The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 228:

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Feng Zhiwei held the golden gun like a bundle of firewood and seemed to want to smile, but in the end, she shed tears.

Ning'an Palace was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

There was a thick smell like rust in the air. The imperial doctors walked in and out behind the curtains, whispering from time to time. The maids carried golden basins. When they went in, there was clear water, and when they came out, they were filled with blood.

Emperor Tiansheng's face was as dark as water, and he was sitting in the outer hall, holding a book in his hand, but he didn't read a word.

Mrs. Feng had no way to save herself. After such a heavy collision, she did not leave any backup plan for herself. The imperial doctor said that she should have died a long time ago, but she persisted even though she was dying. He understood that she was waiting for Feng Zhiwei, but also for her life. The **** immediately went to send the message, but he had no hope in his heart - the entry and exit procedures of Tiansheng Palace were complicated, and every palace gate would be carefully checked. This trip was extremely time-consuming, and he had to find Feng Zhiwei, even though Feng Zhiwei had already I rushed to wait outside the palace gate, but I was afraid it was already too late.

Why is she tortured like this?

"Your Majesty..." the imperial doctor was hurriedly stepping out of the curtain, "I'm afraid...it won't work..."

Emperor Tiansheng’s heart sank.

She didn’t wait after all!

"Your Majesty!" A chamberlain rushed in. He did not dare to speak loudly and called in a low voice. Emperor Tiansheng raised his eyes impatiently and was about to get angry when he heard the chamberlain say a few words in a low voice.

Emperor Tiansheng raised his eyebrows and put down the book.

"Already here? So soon?"

Then he said in surprise, "He broke through six palace gates in a row!"

"There is someone who will succeed Mingying..." Emperor Tiansheng thought of the woman who threw cups and competed with poems in the Golden Palace that day, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he raised his voice, "Hurry up!"

The figure flashed, and a woman with long hair and a black dress appeared in front of the palace door.

She seemed a little short of breath, panting slightly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, which shimmered in the shadow of the sun on the half side of the threshold.

She came over quickly, her face turning paler with every step.

"You are here." Emperor Tiansheng sat on the couch with a sad expression on his face, "Go and see her."

When Feng Zhiwei heard this sentence, her heart relaxed and she almost collapsed to the ground. She ran back to the capital. She had already exhausted all her strength along the way. She broke into the sixth palace gate again and was already at the end of her strength.

At this time, it was not time to fall. She struggled, kowtowed to Emperor Tiansheng without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Emperor Tian Sheng looked at her back with some relief. The more Feng Zhiwei looked like Qiu Mingying at this time, the more at ease he felt.

Feng Zhiwei went straight to the inner hall, and everyone else had avoided it.

Mrs. Feng put a white scarf on her head to cover her wounds. She looked straight at the top of the hall, her eyes already distracted.

"Mom!"

Feng Zhiwei knelt down and threw herself in front of the couch.

Mrs. Feng's eyes that were about to drift away suddenly brightened when she heard the call. She struggled to turn her eyes and groped for Feng Zhiwei's hand.

"You...are indeed here..." she said in a silky voice, with a slight smile on her lips, "I almost...can't wait..."

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, held her hand tightly, and said softly like sleepwalking: "I won't let you wait in vain...I'm coming..."

She reached out and gently lifted the white cloth on Mrs. Feng's head. Mrs. Feng was unable to stop her and showed a sad smile.

Feng Zhiwei didn't blink, looking at the hideous wound with **** flesh, looking into the eyes, into the bottom of his heart, into the memories destined to be immortal forever.

She wants to remember her mother's wound at this moment, just like she remembers everything this Senliang Dynasty has given to their mother and son, remembers the hard and painful struggle of enduring humiliation for sixteen years, remembers that when she thought everything would get better, she would finally be able to At the moment when my mother was allowed to enjoy the rest of her life, someone violently pushed her and her relatives down from the clouds of their dreams.

She must remember how painful things are in this world, just like this wound, which is overturned by flesh and blood, and the cut flesh and blood will grow in her heart from now on, becoming deeper and deeper as time goes by, and will never heal.

As soon as the bead curtain was lifted, Emperor Tiansheng followed in. He was still worried after all.

Mrs. Feng didn't speak, and neither did Feng Zhiwei. She closed her eyes and felt the words drawn by her mother's fingers on her palm.

The fingers were weak and slight, so soft that they were almost indecipherable, but what they carved were the heaviest marks in her life, not in the flesh and skin, but in the soul and the nightmare.

"Zhiwei." Emperor Tiansheng turned his eyes away, avoiding the shocking wound, with a gentle and compassionate expression, "You must express your condolences..."

Listening to this kind tone, Feng Zhiwei revealed a sly smile on her lips. She looked at Mrs. Feng's sudden eager eyes and squeezed her fingers comfortingly.

Mom, don’t worry, I understand.

She turned her head, with a grateful and mournful look on her face, "Your Majesty..."

Mrs. Feng moved her fingers, squeezed her hand, and tried to move towards Emperor Tiansheng. Feng Zhiwei hesitated, pursed her lips, and looked at Emperor Tiansheng timidly.

The expressions and movements of the mother and daughter made Emperor Tiansheng feel warm. He quickly stepped forward and took Feng Zhiwei's hand from Mrs. Feng.

He took Feng Zhiwei's hand in his palm, let go as soon as he touched it, and then said in a deep voice: "Zhiwei, your mother has made great contributions to the country, and I have been wronged by her for many years. Now I will make up for it on you. From now on From now on, I will designate you as Princess Shengying and treat you as my daughter... You... don't worry..."

Feng Zhiwei’s tears flowed silently all over her face.

"Thank you, my dear!" She knelt down heavily at the feet of Emperor Tiansheng.

My fingers dug into the seams of the gold bricks, exerting force silently, and then silently cracked. Blood slowly soaked out and flowed into the seams. There was a dark trace there, which was the blood that Mrs. Feng had shed not long ago. .

In such heartbreaking pain, she looked up at Emperor Tiansheng with infinite admiration, as if she were looking at her own father.

Emperor Tiansheng felt sad and burst into tears when he thought that this child had a pitiable life experience and would be a complete orphan from then on.

Feng Zhiwei, however, had already knelt on the ground and turned around, turning to Mrs. Feng who was watching all this with the corners of her lips slightly curved.

Mrs. Feng is smiling.

Zhiwei...her Zhiwei.

It was always the daughter she worked so hard to protect and cherish.

No matter how grief-stricken she is, no matter how heartbroken she is, no matter how much pain she is pressed into and she is ready to rise and collapse, she is still sober and sensible, and always makes the right choice, even if it requires all her strength. , even if she tried hard to contain the hatred, she was so restrained that all the joints in her body were rattling.