The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 364:

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A smiling voice sounded.

"Of course I'm here to pick you up."

There were two people under the table, but his hand was accurately stretched out in front of one of them.

The man looked up. Under his long, messy hair, there was a pair of misty eyes, which belonged to Feng Zhiwei.

The one next to her who was laughing so hard before had a pair of razor-sharp eyes was naturally Hua Qiong who came to Beijing to report on her work.

The two arrived at the Imperial Capital one day in advance because the Ministry of Rites informed them that tomorrow the civil and military officials would personally greet Wei Zhi on behalf of the Emperor. They had no choice but to wait at the inn. The bored two people took advantage of Zong Chen to refine medicine and Gu Nanyi to give care to Gu. I knew how to take a shower and sneak into the city to drink. I didn't want to hear such a wonderful storyteller in a restaurant and almost got a beating.

It’s always good to have someone come to the rescue, but it’s just the person who comes to the rescue...

Hua Qiong lowered her eyes, thinking that the time had come to test Zong Chen's medical skills.

Feng Zhiwei slowly raised her head, her eyes passing over the jade-white fingertips until she saw the moon-white sleeves embroidered with dark bamboo patterns. Her expression was calm and smiling, slightly distant, as if she was... The situation in Nanhai when he faced Ning Yi in front of him was no different. Even Hua Qiong, who was so close, couldn't find anything special.

After a moment, she smiled, stretched out her hand, and placed her fingertips on Ning Yi's palm.

Ning Yi immediately stretched out his hand and squeezed, and Feng Zhiwei crawled out from under the table.

The two eyes met, and Feng Zhiwei was the first to give Ning Yi a very official smile.

"His Royal Highness has also arrived in the Imperial Capital? Haha."

"Only one day ahead of you." Ning Yi smiled.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, both of them smiling bright and clear. A year apart in time and space, the seven days of shocking hatred in the Imperial Capital, and the dripping blood of two lives, this moment seemed to have never existed before.

Hua Qiong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Hey, the poor guy with no one to care about had to crawl out on his own."

Three pairs of hands handed it to her at the same time.

Ning Yi, Feng Zhiwei, and a pair of hands.

The hands appeared suddenly, as if they appeared out of thin air, and their fingers were still trembling.

Hua Qiong stared at the hands.

Not pampered by royal wealth, neither fair nor slender, with young and tight skin. There is a shallow semicircular scar on the palm of my hand. It was when I gave his mother an oven when I was a child. He was accidentally burned by the stove ring, and there was a cut on the knuckle of his middle finger, which was cut by a branch when he was climbing a tree to meet his mother.

Those hands were so familiar, so familiar that she had witnessed them grow from a seven-year-old childish hand to the stable palm of a man today, so familiar that she held on to that hand in her dreams every night, and exchanged heart-to-hearts with its owner. But when I woke up, tears filled my eyes.

The hands now walked out of the dream, walked thousands of miles across the South China Sea, and came to her eyes.

Hua Qiong sniffed, rolled her eyes, and suddenly smiled.

She stretched out her hand and put it on Yan Huaishi's palm. Yan Huaishi immediately shook his hand and tried to pull her out, but Hua Qiong suddenly took his hand and pulled him hard. Yan Huaishi let out an ouch instead. He was pulled under the table by Hua Qiong.

Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei were stunned outside the table...

"Why do I have to go out to show you?" Hua Qiong's voice came out from under the table, a bit muffled, as if he had been rubbed into someone's arms, "We are reunited after a long separation, and I am so excited that I can't bear to go back to the inn. Please, you two, please clear the place."

Then Hua Qiong’s hand stretched out from under the table and waved calmly and casually. Let His Highness the Prince and Lord Marquis clear the place for her.

Yan Huaishi seemed to have no time to speak, or was too embarrassed to say anything? Anyway, the table is shaking a bit.

Feng Zhiwei held back her laughter and called the restaurant owner to drop a piece of gold. Not to mention that the restaurant was closed, all the waiters stayed away.

"What a smart person." She muttered as she paid, "I knew I would be surrounded when I returned to the inn, so I just settled it on the spot."

Close the door consciously and leave the rickety table behind. Feng Zhiwei said goodbye to Ning Yi with a fake smile, "Your Highness, I have to rush back to the inn to prepare for the reception in the suburbs tomorrow, so I'll say goodbye."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Zhiwei."

Feng Zhiwei didn't look back, waved her hand and said, "Ah, I'll send you off if you don't bother, please stay, Your Highness." The pace became faster and faster.

Ignoring whether the people behind her were following her, she hurried out of the city. The post station was only three miles away from the city, and with her walking distance, she would arrive in no time.

It could have been faster, but she didn't want to show off her sharpness too much - back in Pucheng, her true energy had not actually been lost, it was just dispersed in her meridians due to the poison. When the red patch between her eyebrows dissipated After exhaustion, the zhenqi in her Dantian slowly gathered. Jin Siyu checked her pulse daily in the early days and confirmed that she had lost her martial arts. When she was completely convinced and stopped investigating, her martial arts had returned and improved to a higher level. .

Feng Zhiwei herself felt that the martial arts she practiced was a little strange, and her physique was also a little strange. The hot air currents in her body gradually calmed down with the practice of martial arts, but they did not disappear. It increased, and every time she experienced the calamity of life and death, the heat flow increased a bit more, but it did not damage her body. Instead, it promoted her internal strength to a higher level. It felt like this innate heat flow of the Chongmai. The martial arts skills that Zong Chen entrusted to her seemed to complement each other.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to do something in advance at the top of Pucheng City, using her secret power to smash the inside of the piles in advance, so that she could finally successfully fall into the city.

Feng Zhiwei approached the inn with brisk steps. Before she arrived, she saw several small sedans parked at the entrance of the inn, and there seemed to be a shrill female voice coming from the distance.

"Why is Wei Zhi not here!"

"Let me in!"

Gu Nanyi was vaguely standing at the door holding Gu Zhizhi. The father and daughter ignored him and looked at the sky, blocking the door as if they were gods.

Feng Zhiwei was surprised that there was a female guest blocking the door of the inn and calling her by her name. When she heard this voice, there was a bang in her head. She thought to herself, why is this aunt not married after a year? It's hotter and fiercer than ever before.

Feng Zhiwei has been mixed up until now. From the emperor down to the common people, there is no one or thing that she can't settle with, but she is afraid of avoiding this person. Because of this, because this person is bent on making mistakes, she Feng Zhiwei Zhiwei has no intention of incurring romantic debts.

She turned around and prepared to return to the city again. She would rather drink wine than be blocked by Princess Shaoning.