The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 259:
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No...we are destined to be so opposite, and we will meet again in circles.
With strong fingers, he pulled off the golden broom and threw it aside.
The basket has many layers, and there seems to be a lot of things placed layer by layer.
On the first floor, a bottle of wine.
The wine pot is made of coarse pottery and is not even marked. Every major restaurant in the Imperial Capital has its own brewery, and the wine pot will have its own mark engraved on it. Only the tavern does not.
Ning Yi has traveled thousands of miles to send such a pot of low-quality wine?
Feng Zhiwei stared at the jug and felt that it looked familiar. He opened the jug and smelled the wine carefully.
The taste is pungent, not mellow, and can be expected to be very strong. It is the kind of cheap wine that hard-working Kuhaha likes to drink to warm up in winter.
Feng Zhiwei grabbed the wine bottle's hand and shook it.
That night on the bridge, they drank a pot of bad wine from the tavern and listened to Dacheng's legacy. His tone was light and thoughtful, while she was absent-minded and only thinking about the future.
At the time, I thought it was just casual words, but now I think about every word he said had a profound meaning. Even getting on the bridge might have been deliberate.
There was a thin layer of snow on the bridge that winter night, but before I knew it, it had already fallen thickly on the road ahead.
It's really hard for him to find a tavern that sells that wine.
Feng Zhi smiled faintly, grabbed the pot of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
When the wine went down my throat, it felt as strong and hot as a knife. A thread of fire rushed into my lungs, and with a loud sound, my internal organs seemed to be on fire instantly.
She choked violently and coughed until her face turned red. She looked at the empty pot in shock and couldn't understand why she drank so calmly in the first place.
Such a bad wine. I remember that at that time, he was so rich and noble that he could drink it without even frowning. This man... never wanted to live the truth.
Feng Zhi wiped his lips slightly and sipped a little wine from his fingertips into his lips. In the burning pain, he slowly recalled the taste of the past.
I have drunk a lot of good wine this year, but it turns out that only this bottle is the true taste of life.
On the second floor, there is an oddly shaped and exquisite small crossbow.
The small crossbow is not like those made in the Central Plains. It has red tassels hanging down from both sides in the shape of a snake. The arrows on it are of different lengths and have a reddish luster.
Feng Zhiwei didn't recognize it at first sight. After playing with it for a long time, she suddenly felt that the crossbow arrow looked familiar.
On the eve of the college exam, drunkenly, she accidentally broke into the backyard and bumped into Ning Yi, who was about to attack the prince and came out of the tunnel.
At that time, his dark black cloak was rolled up by the night wind and flew upside down in front of his eyes. In a flash of light golden flowers, a crimson crossbow arrow was aimed at her back.
She rolled away in embarrassment, and in her busy schedule she saw the crossbow arrows were reddish like the eyes of an eagle...
If that arrow had hit the back of her heart, her mother and brother might not have died.
Feng Zhiwei gently stroked the small crossbow, her fingers lingering over the streamlined crossbow body and the short red arrow.
"Click, click."
A few low and crisp sounds in the quiet night.
On the carpet, a few short reddish arrows fell silently and were broken off.
On the third floor, a pack of Jinsha Begonia fruits.
On the day of the Qingming Academy exam, the assassin folded a special soft sword into a saucer and presented the Golden Sand Begonia to the emperor.
When the sword light protruded, the vermilion crabapple fruit, accompanied by the spurting blood flowers, dyed the ground a pungent bright red.
In a bitter plot, a game within a game, he tried his best to bring down the prince at the expense of his own body, and he could not tolerate her, a new member of the country, to pry into his secrets.
His **** fingers rested on her neck behind the screen, and she saw the murderous intent in his eyes.
But finally let go.
Feng Zhi was slightly shaken.
"If you let me go today, I will let you go one day."
Some words are said carelessly, but when things happen, one realizes that it is a prophecy of fate.
Slowly hold the Jinsha Begonia fruit between your teeth. This world-famous tribute sweet fruit is actually bitter when you eat it.
In this life, we keep going back and forth about past events that we dare not recall.
On the fourth floor, there is a blue pill.
The Wei Mansion was drunk, and Princess Shaoning gave it to her, asking her to apply it on Ning Yi's wrist while she was checking the drunken Ning Yi's pulse. In the future, Helian Zheng of the Golden Palace would sue Ning Yi, and he would definitely be killed. If you fall out of love with your father, you will never be able to recover.
My pulse was felt, the sobering soup was made, but the pills were not applied.
She didn't believe that Ning Yi, who was always careful, would rashly get drunk in her house, just as she didn't believe that Ning Yi would completely trust her.
Sure enough, her decision was correct.
Everything is planned by him, he even has the cyan pill in Shaoning's hand that can turn blood into gold.
Ning Yi.
You want to thank me for not taking action in the first place.
Or do you want to tell me that I can never escape from your grasp?
The fifth layer is a transparent crystal with irregular edges. It is obviously a broken part of something.
The crystal beauty at the exit of the tunnel of Tiansheng Palace came towards me, her brows were graceful and her posture was charming.
And the man's sword flashed, and he shattered this rare treasure with one sword, just because it was a man's permanent blasphemy against the woman he loved most.
After pouring out her heart in the rainstorm, she touched the scars on his chest and the scars in his heart.
Feng Zhiwei held the piece of crystal in the palm of her hand, her fingers were cold, just like her mood at the moment.
There was a slight pain in her heart, and her fingers couldn't help but exert a little force, but there was no stinging or bleeding as expected. She raised her hand and realized that the sharp edges of the crystal had been carefully smoothed.
Who was silently carefully polishing the sharp edge in the quiet night, and the fine crystals that fell were scattered on the table like crystal tears.
Who is as meticulous as a hair and quietly rounding off the edges, just because he is afraid that at that moment the lover's heart will surge or he will hurt himself.
I can polish the crystal but I can’t polish the cracks in my heart. That night was so desolate.
The sixth floor, the golden handle drum hammer.
With the sound of drumsticks beating in the hands of Prince Helian, the noble ladies of the concubine's birthday banquet were fighting each other.
A hairpin banquet, several champion poems, she threw a glass of wine on the palace, seemingly admonishing Hua Gongmei, but it was him who was looking at him.
"Aim to be perfect, forget about nine deaths, look majestic from all directions, but in fact be clueless, forget all your relatives, rub your internal organs to the point of no growth, pester your limbs to the point of weakness, be so confused that you don't eat three meals, and finally end up with two Looking at each other from the ground, it is better to throw away - a complete infatuation!"