The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 3:

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"Is this how you plan to come up?" He spoke after a while, his voice warm and gentle, but if you listen carefully, you can still feel the indifferent coolness.

Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw that the fifth lady had sunk.

"What if she floats up?" The man looked at that side of the water, "At that time, how will you, who is responsible for cleaning this garden, deal with Qiu Mansion's questioning?"

Feng Zhiwei felt that his tone didn't sound like he was worried about her, but rather meant that he was taking a test. But why should she be tested by a stranger?

"Oh? Cross-examination?" Feng Zhi smiled and waded straight to the shore. The water dripping from her body splashed on his embroidered ink shoes, and the man immediately gave in.

"The Fifth Madam accidentally slipped and fell into the lake while attending the appointment with Your Excellency." Feng Zhiwei reached out to hold her wet hair and touched her face with a little regret - the cinnamon on the Fifth Madam's nails seemed to be mixed with color-enhancing properties. The incense has no effect on the "flower". When the powder of this thing dissolves in water, it can just wash away the **** complexion on her face. She has been wearing that yellow face to see people all these years. This is her mother's request, and she herself I feel relieved, now it’s good, I’ve been seen through.

Sighing helplessly, she turned to him and smiled, "It seems you should be the one who needs to explain to Qiu Fu?"

"Come to my appointment?" The man turned around and smiled meaningfully, "But, girl, it seems that you are the one making the appointment, not that old lady."

Feng Zhiwei stopped and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were naturally misty and soft. When she looked at him with a smile, she was as gentle and soft as a flower that could burst at the touch of a touch.

"Really? That's really an honor for the slave family... So, may I ask, sir...who is the slave family's name?"

The smile on the man's lips deepened, and he suddenly reached out to hold her, and whispered in her ear: "Sooner or later, you will tell me yourself..."

Feng Zhiwei was caught off guard and fell into his arms. When she pulled away, she didn't move at all. Only then did she realize that this man seemed handsome and delicate, with a beauty-like grace, but his skills in his hands were definitely extraordinary. She lowered her eyes and looked at his hands. The fingers holding his arms have long knuckles and distinct phalanges, and the skin is delicate and almost transparent. The contours are not as graceful as a warrior's hand, but they are full of irresistible strength.

He leaned very close to her, and the cool breath of mint rushed into her nose. It was a cold and clear smell, unobvious but ubiquitous. She frowned unaccustomedly. Still wanting to struggle, he heard a sudden burst of footsteps behind him.

Someone said sternly: "Where is Yuhua? Xuan is the waiter in the front yard, why is there no one there?"

Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled, she recognized this voice - her uncle, Qiu Shangqi, Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army and Commander of the Feiying Guards, the most popular military general in the dynasty.

And Yuhua is now sinking in the pond at her feet.

There was someone behind Qiu Shangqi reporting something in a low voice, but he was interrupted by Qiu Shangqi mid-sentence. He said "ah": "So you are here..."

That tone was directed in the direction of Feng Zhiwei, but he was interrupted by the man in the light fur coat halfway through his words, "Master Qiu, I'm walking around, why, isn't it convenient?"

"I don't dare." Qiu Shangqi immediately bowed, his tone frightened.

Feng Zhiwei listened, but felt that although her uncle's words were full of fear, there was not enough respect, and the man's tone was also a little inappropriate. This conversation sounded a bit strange.

"The concubine Yuhua in the mansion is good at singing, dancing and playing pipa. I was originally going to serve you." Qiu Shangqi smiled awkwardly, "It's just that she suddenly fell ill..."

"I have already seen her." The man in the light fur coat said in a casual tone. Feng Zhiwei raised her eyebrows and looked up at him. Their eyes met and the man smiled playfully at her.

I have seen it before, underwater.

The two people's eyes met and they responded silently with their eyes.

You know what I would say?

That's your business.

Are you afraid?

Kill to pay for life, no regrets.

The woman's eyes were always smiling, and she could not tell the true emotions in her heart. Only the fingers against his chest seemed slightly cold... The man suddenly raised his eyebrows, a little strange that despite the thick winter clothes, he could Is it an illusion to feel that coldness? Or is it that the old injury on the chest, which was often cold enough to penetrate the bone marrow, reoccurred?

The old illness that had been settled for a long time actually returned at this moment, and the eyes of the woman opposite him were filled with smoke, and the feeling of being unable to be traced made him feel in a trance for no reason.

He is an interesting person...

All kinds of thoughts only lasted for a moment. The next moment, he had withdrawn his gaze, half-turned around, and met Qiu Shangqi's questioning gaze.

"Oh, I killed it."

The tone is understatement, like mentioning a trampled ant.

Qiu Shangqi's eyes widened in shock. The indifferent smile on the elegant and cool face of the man opposite him made him take a breath, and then he remembered the legend about this person in the Imperial Capital, and the ruthlessness behind those romantic and glamorous people. Yin Zhi was moody and couldn't help but immediately conceal his surprise and said harmoniously: "It's okay to kill him. I must be the concubine who bumped into you rudely?"

His words were interrupted again. The man in light fur rolled up his sleeves casually, his tone as calm as the wind melting the snow in this winter.

"Do you need a reason to kill?"

"Do you need a reason to kill?"

"Need a reason?"

"Do you need it?"

"Don't you need it?"

Feng Zhiwei was wrapped in half-dry clothes and walked on the snowy road in the early morning, dragging a broom and shaking it, and kept muttering this extremely domineering answer.

The guy who looked as elegant as green bamboo in the snow was so speechless when he spoke. Feng Zhiwei always thought that she had good concentration, and she couldn't help but tremble when she heard this sentence.

I thought that even if my uncle was not furious, he would definitely be displeased. Unexpectedly, my uncle actually laughed twice. He seemed to be very used to the way this person spoke. During this period, he tried to poke his head several times to see her clearly, but he couldn't. I don't know why but I never came closer.

The two exchanged a few words, and then the uncle was sent away. After the uncle left, the man suddenly let go of her and left. Before leaving, he gave her a meaningful look, which made her skin crawl.

Feng Zhiwei folded his arms and sighed helplessly, his luck was really bad... He had endured his anger for so many years, and finally got a chance to kill someone for the first time, and he was actually caught. It was such a bad time.