The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 261:
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The real imprint about him that day was written in the vast snow, covered layer by layer by the heavy snow, and then taken away bit by bit by the footprints. He was the Great Luo Jinxian, and he will never know it.
True thoughts will never be revealed.
The snow melts without leaving a trace.
The gift basket is empty, with twelve exquisite layers and twelve ordinary things, all along the way.
He was telling her that he had never forgotten, which made her remain silent in the midnight grassland wind.
Where are my feelings stored?
You ask me, but I can’t give you an answer. Either it’s in the **** hole on the side of Niang Niang’s temple, or it’s in the wide-open eyes of Feng Hao in the side hall of Anping Palace, or it’s at the foot of Songshan Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. In that lonely forest, they may have turned into paper money flying that day and died with the snow.
The moonlight gradually became brighter, with a faint red color. She sat on the ground, leaning against the window, and occasionally turned her head, and saw the dawn of dawn on the horizon, which had been replaced by bright sunlight.
Eleven gifts and one letter were all spent overnight without even realizing it.
Those things were scattered on the carpet. She picked them up one by one and put them away as they were except those that had been eaten.
I couldn't help but laugh - Ning Yi lied to her again, saying that Feng Hao had the birth date and horoscope. Where was it?
In the pale sunlight, her smile was no longer as gentle and distant as usual, but real, slightly cool, covered with snow and autumn frost.
Then she slowly covered her face, buried her head in her arms, and curled up into a ball - a posture to protect herself and reject the outside world.
She doesn't know.
Someone was sleeping on the railing outside the porch, with his hands on the pillow and a pair of colorful gem-like eyes wide open, looking at the moonlight from the east to the west.
There was someone sitting cross-legged next door, with his palms pressed against the wall, facing the direction where her back was leaning.
At dawn, except for three people who had not slept all night, everyone else was very energetic.
The most plump thing is the Living Buddha Dama who arrived last night. It is false to say that he arrived. The living Buddha is so old that his bones are crispy. He Lianzheng sent someone to pack it in a cloth bag and carry it over on a horse. .
When the old guy arrived last night, he wanted to announce his existence, but He Lianzheng, who was worried that he was tired, rushed him to the room to go to bed, and no one was allowed to disturb the living Buddha. He got up early this morning, Call He Lianzheng by name.
Hearing a distant sound from the direction of the front hall, it seemed a little boiling. Feng Zhiwei opened the door and was startled when she saw He Lianzheng sleeping in the corridor.
He Lianzheng stood up and stretched out his hand to her, "Let's go to see Dama God."
His smile was magnanimous, and his gesture of reaching out was full of tolerance, but there was a thin bloodshot in his eyes caused by a sleepless night.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him and slowly put her hand into his arm.
Before I reached the front hall, I saw Peony Huaer energetically instructing the servants to arrange the guests. There were many carpets on the front of a spacious hall, and hundreds of people were already sitting there, making the front yard noisy. If it boils, it will fill the sky.
"Where are there so many people?"
"They are all your grandparents, uncles, aunts, aunts, uncles, aunts, uncles, brothers-in-law, brothers-in-law, brothers-in-law..." Peony Huaer came over and gushed.
"How come there are so many relatives?" He Lianzheng disagreed, "From now on, they are all my subordinates and people."
"Zadalan!" Someone rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Is that your Han girl? Oh my God, she looks yellower than the dirt bumps under the grass roots!"
Laughter broke out from all sides, and the brothers, no matter how powerful or powerful, who coveted the throne, were laughing so hard that they slapped the ground and almost fell to the ground.
"That's your concubine!" He Lianzheng shouted violently, and the noise in the courtyard fell silent. "If you don't understand the rules, get out of here right away!"
Chun Yumeng led his guards and suddenly stood in the center of the crowd. The clashing sound of the long sword and the armor was clear and crisp, and his eyes were even colder than the blades of those long swords.
The voices around him became quieter, and some people looked hostile.
"Zadalan, are you going to use force in front of Dama'ala?" The man stared at Helianzheng with squinting eyes.
He Lianzheng sneered and immediately started to roll up his sleeves, but someone pulled him back.
"Zadalan is a grassland man and cannot do anything in front of a living Buddha." Fengzhi walked over with a smile.
The man snorted coldly and didn't even bother to look at her.
"Concubine, my subordinates and I are Han Chinese, so we may not need to abide by certain rules." Feng Zhiwei straightened his sleeves slowly and tilted his head towards Chunyu.
Chun Yumeng said happily, "Hey!", stepped forward and kicked over the man's desk.
"I just don't like you! If you have the guts, let's fight!"
"Bah!" The man stood up boldly.
The two of them were fighting together. Chun Yumeng, who came from a family of military generals and had been taught by famous martial arts masters for many years, was naturally not comparable to the unruly men like those in the grassland. He overpowered him in a short while, pinned him down and beat him hard.
The faces of the people around were angry and ready to move. Feng Zhiwei said calmly: "Whoever wants to fight in a group, we will accompany you."
In a group fight, no one could beat her three thousand guards, not to mention Chunyu Meng also beat her one-on-one until the other party could not resist. Everyone could only watch helplessly. The man groaned in pain, and Chun Yumeng grabbed a handful of grass roots. Yellow mud was stuffed into his mouth, "Grandma's, look carefully, is it yellow? Is it yellow?"
Peony Hua'er stared at Chunyu Meng's back with burning eyes, and drooled on the instep, "Why didn't I realize that this child is so brave and strong before? Look at the question, is it yellow? Is it yellow? Yellow!"
Feng Zhi glanced at her slightly and thought, Goddess, why are you so excited when you hear the word "yellow"?
"You see clearly, right? If you see clearly, you can get out!" Chunyu raised his hand fiercely and smashed the guy's huge body several feet away, hitting the ground with a loud sound.
Now more than a hundred people were finally quiet.
"Who is this man?" Feng Zhiwei asked, looking at the man who was still struggling to get up in the pit.
"Kulcha's eldest son Gad." The peony flower clung to Feng Zhiwei's ear, "I refuse to hand over the 20,000 military rights."
“The Royal Army of the Huzhuo Tribe is different from the scattered civilian armies of other tribes.” Feng Zhiwei said, “In view of the support of the Huzhuo Tribe to the imperial court, the Royal Army is organized separately, and Yuzhou Liangdao is responsible for part of it. You don’t want to hand over the baggage and grain? It’s very simple. I will write a letter right away and ask Chun Yumeng to hand it over to the Yuzhou grain road. He said that there is enough grain in the grassland at present. However, it is expected that there may be heavy snow this winter and there is no supply on the grassland. It is better to store half of the large-scale granaries stored in the Yuzhou granary first, and then... you know what to do."