The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 230:

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This year I have been well-dressed and well-fed, enjoying all the glory in the world. However, only today do I realize that what I really want is for three people to sit around the table, bump heads, and drink a bowl of cabbage soup.

Can't catch up, can't save it, this world is infinitely sad.

The lights gradually went out.

In the middle of the night, snow began to fall.

The snow was very heavy, and soon there was a thick layer.

Feng Zhiwei was silent, wearing only a thin shirt, walking in the snow. The cold snow reached her ankles, and it was bone-chilling, but she didn’t feel cold. From today on, nothing can make her feel cold. cold.

From today on, she has been sleeping in the deep snow that is permanently frozen, with nothing and all alone.

"Zhiwei, wait for me."

"When the time comes, I want to hear with my own ears the sound of the reeds blowing in the wind like the ocean tide, or maybe a bird will shed its feathers on my lapel. Well... would you like to listen to it again together?"

We will no longer listen to the sound of reeds together.

When the Golden Feather Guard controlled by Xin Ziyan broke through the gate of Cuifangzhai, the reed marsh was destined to wither forever in the distant South China Sea.

Love, hate, right and wrong are always on the road.

Ning Yi.

Golden Feather Guard is yours, right?

The investigation into the Feng family started when we first met, right?

Your concern for Feng Hao comes from your doubts about his and my life experience, right?

It turns out that I have always been your goal - not love, but life and death of imperial power.

It turns out that I have always been on the other side of you - not fate, but blood opposition.

Heh...how stupid, how stupid.

It turns out that I am destined to have no time for indulgence in my life. When I want to run away with my thoughts, fate will severely tighten my reins and give me the heaviest and most penetrating whip.

It turns out that all my expectations were dreams floating in the clouds. They seemed beautiful, but in fact they could be split by lightning and blown away by the strong wind at any time.

It turns out that what I thought was within reach is actually far away in the world between Chu, He and Han.

The snow is falling mercilessly, howling and wailing, no matter whether at this moment, there is someone single and cold, standing in the snowy night.

Feng Zhiwei slowly squatted down under a short tree and slowly wrote a name with her fingers.

She looked at the name in trance in the snowy night. Then he pressed his hand, which was red from the cold, silently.

That piece of snow was warmed by her temperatureless hands, and all kinds of thoughts and loneliness gradually turned into water and flowed away, gurgling like some irreparable things in life, such as life and family love.

At dawn, she held the two coffins and walked out of Ning'an Palace on the snow, her back straight in the falling snow, and she never looked back.

The name that was melted in the palm of her hand under the short tree was quietly left behind by her. The heavy snow fell non-stop, covering it layer by layer, and she could never find it through the snow.

In the Imperial Capital in the thirteenth year of Chang Xi's reign, there were homeless orphans who were expelled from their homes, servants in brothels, unparalleled national scholars who were rising through the ranks, and young imperial envoys who were prospering.

In the Imperial Capital in the 13th year of Chang Xi's reign, there was a romantic prince who wanted to take advantage of the capital, a ruthless founding emperor, a generation of handsome women who endured humiliation in order to survive, and an innocent boy who was ignorant and waiting for death.

In the Imperial Capital in the thirteenth year of Chang Xi's reign, there was the first encounter with the coolness of the icy lake in winter, the midnight drinking at the Changfeng Guqiao Bridge, the clinging to the ancient temple in the light rain for survival, and the gentleness of life and death in the stormy South China Sea.

In the Imperial Capital in the thirteenth year of Chang Xi's reign, one of the most romantic and vivid memories in a person's life turned the page silently on the first snowy night of that year.

Anihilation, prosperity.

The wind coming from Qingzhuo Snow Mountain, carrying the scent of snow foam from the mountains, passed through the vast grassland of thousands of miles, and hit the face, leaving only comfort and coolness.

The horizon is always far out of sight, and a ray of setting sun burns exceptionally powerfully on the other side of the blue sky, illuminating the majestic river in front of us like gold.

"Across the river in front is the territory of the Twelve Tribes of Huzhuo." Hua Qiong got out of the car and put a cloak on Feng Zhiwei, who was standing by the river with her hands folded. "Although spring has begun in the interior, But it’s getting colder and colder as we go to the north. What should I do if I’m freezing in such a thin shirt?”

Feng Zhi slightly tightened his cloak, smiled at her, and said, "Don't treat me like a sick cat. You are about to give birth, so you can't come out to have a shower."

Hua Qiong patted her on the shoulder, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Then they all looked away.

One continued to look at the river in a trance, while the other squinted his eyes and looked at the vast grassland in the distance.

The wind blew up their hair, making it fly.

It had been a while since she left the Imperial Capital. On that heavy snow day, after Feng Zhiwei buried Mrs. Feng and Feng Hao, she fell seriously ill. After recovering from her illness, she thought carefully and decided to leave the Imperial Capital.

All sacrifices must have their value. My mother has doted on her younger brother for sixteen years, and made many preparations and illusions, just so that one day the Dacheng Imperial Vein case would be revealed, so that she could push her younger brother out to support her, even at the expense of Her own death, in exchange for Emperor Tiansheng's forgiveness and pity, not only gave her a chance to survive, but also gave her the possibility of rising.

From now on, she will no longer be in danger of having her life experience exposed. She can even rely on the guilt of the emperor and the identity of the princess to gradually move in the direction her mother wants her to go.

My mother has done this for her, even before she dies, she is playing tricks on Emperor Tiansheng. How could she, Feng Zhiwei, live up to such painstaking kindness, how could she waste those two lives?

Now that Ning Yi has taken action against her, there is no longer any possibility of mercy. She escaped the first time, so there is no guarantee that he will not attack her a second time. With Ning Yi returning to Beijing, Zhengnan's record of great victory It will definitely make him even more intoxicated. How will she fight him then?

"There are some things that I am bound to get, and now that I have come this far, I can no longer allow me to step back. Sometimes the person in power cannot help himself. Even if he wants to step back, his subordinates and his followers I won’t allow it, do you...understand?"

The words are still ringing in my ears. The conversation between the two in the corridor outside the royal study after the fifth prince took over the throne, only now did I understand the deeper meaning.

Unfortunately, it was too late to understand.

Living in the Imperial Capital is not easy, so take a step back and enjoy the brighter future.