The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 252:

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But when you can see it, you can no longer see it.

"Wait for me."

"I will always wait for you to return to Beijing together."

"I remember your current outline. If you tell me you have lost weight, I won't spare you."

"Why not spare me?"

"Killing you will make you irreconcilable."

The laughter at that time turned into a prophecy.

The road to the South China Sea will always diverge at Ueno Port. On the moist bluestone ground of the port, she will never stand with her clothes fluttering again.

She will no longer wait for him to go to see the reed marsh, where the reed flowers bloom and fade every year, forever in her dreams.

She will not check whether his outline is fat or thin, even if he is so emaciated that his bones are torn apart.

She would never spare him again - the two lives she valued most were so coldly separated between him and her.

From then on, she and he were really at odds with each other - Princess Shengying, Concubine Shunyi, left so resolutely, without even waiting for a moment to question her face to face - she was determined, no need to say anything, he knew it.

That day, he lingered outside Taihe's door for a long time, and finally turned around silently, unable to catch up, and unable to catch up.

What can I say if I catch up? That he actually didn't give the order? That Xin Ziyan didn't listen to him and made his own decisions? Are you saying that Ning Cheng wrote a postscript in the secret letter without authorization to encourage Xin Ziyan? Or did he never think about removing her?

Not to mention that she wouldn’t believe some explanations, not even him.

When they first met in the Qiu Mansion, he went to contact Wu Yiniang and asked her to steal the birth dates of the Feng family siblings. After so many years of investigation, Jin Yuwei had initially set his sights on the Feng family siblings.

It was Feng Hao who was suspicious at first. Mrs. Feng cherished and cared for the child so much, and he thought so too. However, when Binghu saw her, he suddenly began to notice her.

Such a resolute, cold and calm look, just like the deep bloodline that usually flows in the royal family.

Mrs. Feng pampered Feng Hao, who was responsible for the revitalization of Dacheng, into a dandy, but she educated her daughter, who was abandoned like a weed, into an outstanding and beautiful woman.

Intuitively, he didn't believe it.

He asked his group of well-informed dandies from the capital to get close to Feng Hao, trying to get the vain Feng Hao to be motivated to sell the valuables in his family. The royal children all had gold and jade certificates proving their bloodline identity, but Feng Hao didn't know the importance of it. He was also short of money, so once Mrs. Feng secretly dug out something without telling her, the matter would be settled.

The dandies seduced Feng Hao, but his eyes were on Feng Zhiwei.

Encounter in the brothel, encounter in the academy, the prince's betrayal, Shaoning's frame-up, Rongfei's birthday celebration, and the fraud of the imperial edict. They bumped and bumped along the way. Step by step, she saw that she was a young phoenix in the wild, with a clear voice.

He was alert, but couldn't help but approach.

I don’t know when it started, but the purpose of following her figure changed from surveillance to addiction.

It was fate, fate, and evil. The whirlpool deep in her misty eyes made him unable to jump in on his own. When he wanted to pull out, he was already suffocated.

The curtains were deeply hung, and the light spring breeze of February could not pass through the deep curtains. Ning Yi put his hands on the table and removed the ink-stained paper.

Pull out another piece of clean paper, pick up the purple hair again, wet it with fragrant ink, and slowly start writing.

"The words are at the feet of Concubine Shunyi:"

A flash of light flashed before my eyes, and I saw a tall and majestic old bridge. I was leaning on the bridge railing on the thin snow, drinking a pot of poor wine.

He pointed to the mountains and rivers and said with pride, "On this day, the old ministers of Dacheng are lying like grass, all under my emperor's feet."

She drank in silence and smiled coldly, "I am just worshiping blood-stained weapons."

The rest of the night was about to end, and the pot was poured out, and she drank the wine on the towering high bridge.

"The last drop of wine, I pay tribute to this lonely bridge. Things in the world are ups and downs, but this bridge is eternal."

The world is indeed full of ups and downs, and in the end, no one is the same anymore, only the long bridge stands silently in the desolate wind.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other. How are you doing, sir?"

He leaned against her cheek, held her finger, and rubbed it again and again, with his head slightly lowered, as close as possible. Their breaths were intertwined, and even the hair was tangled silently, hanging together. , accidentally tilted her head, smearing her cheeks, which were as delicate as jade, but her mood was like a green leaf passing over the sparkling water, causing ripples and faint water lines, rippling away silently.

Dear sir, sir, sir, we were rubbing our hair together in the small courtyard outside the palace that day. It was so beautiful that it was so cold that it was finally buried under the deep snow in the sky.

"It's been almost half a year since I left Longxi..."

The lanterns there flashed with splendor, like jade beads flying into the sky. It was Concubine Rong's birthday. Many new people were laughing, but no old people were crying.

In the ruined palace during the heavy rain, the fire was blazing in the dark palace. She showed him the back of her clothes, demure and gentle.

"Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help myself?"

"I think I can."

The dark room is fragrant and warm, and the thoughts are conveyed. Whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, containing the boundless beauty of spring for thousands of years. When you touch it, you will be amazed, and if you go deeper, you will lose your soul. He finally lost his soul and heart.

"Zhiwei, even if everyone in the world is my enemy, I don't want you."

Zhiwei, Zhiwei, it turns out that as long as you are my enemy, it will be painful for the whole world to be my enemy.

"It's spring in the Imperial Capital, and the scenery is beautiful. I wonder what the scenery is like in the wilderness beyond the Great Wall..."

The scenery was beautiful that day, with green banyan trees covering the sky. She stood with her hands behind her hands and said, "Ask Your Majesty King Chu to come and talk to me."

He is here, no matter how confrontational he is, he is unwilling to break her promise.

Xiang Ming has plain hands and sharp words. He understands Feng Zhiwei, who is struggling in the imperial capital and unwilling to be inferior to others, but at the same time he is trying to hold on to the heart that is destined to go the wrong way.

"Stop talking about pros and cons, stop talking about the future, just ask about your heart at this moment - your heart."

"My heart, where it should be, may one day be overturned, which may cause it to overturn."

"Zhiwei, leave the officialdom and return to Qiu Mansion... In the future, you will be mine..."

"Ning Yi, King of Chu, is unqualified!"

Zhiwei, I am indeed the unqualified person. I have already brazenly acted in San Gong and Sixth Academy.

It is spring in the Imperial Capital, but there is one person missing in this spring. Spring is no longer that spring. The banyan trees in Qingming Academy are evergreen. Who else in this life would hand over the tea with bare hands?

"It's bitterly cold in the north, in the morning and late at night, don't forget to keep warm..."