The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 365:

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As soon as I turned around, I saw someone coming next to me. He raised his sleeves and said with a smile: "Oh, isn't that my little imperial sister? I miss you so much after not seeing each other for a long time, so why not reminisce about the past together." At the same time, he was about to call out to her. .

Feng Zhiwei rushed over, covered the man's mouth without any formality, and said with a flattering smile: "Don't... don't... Your Highness, men and women do not interact with each other, and there is no mood to reminisce about the past when there are many people. Let's change it. A place to reminisce about old times alone, alone!"

The last two words were emphasized with an exclamation. His Highness's eyes were blazing and he immediately expressed his strong approval of the proposal. He lowered his raised hand and conveniently took her hand and said with a smile, "There is a place You must be willing to go."

The corners of Feng Zhiwei's mouth twitched, and he looked at the hand that was tightly held. He pressed his fingers hard and poked with the tip.

The man's palms were as if they were made of iron and stone, with no feeling at all, and he was talking and laughing happily.

Leading her to a horse, Feng Zhiwei recognized it as his all-black jumping horse, which she had assassinated before. Fortunately, no one on that horse had any memory. Did they see her coming? Give her a hoof.

With a gentle mention from Ning Yi behind her, she got on the horse. Immediately, his body sank, and Ning Yi sat up.

Feng Zhiwei frowned slightly, regretting not riding out today.

The man behind her leaned gently on her shoulder, rested his chin on her shoulder, and with a flick of his finger, the horse started running smoothly, as if he knew that the owner of the horse needed affection and did not pursue speed, so he ran leisurely.

In the steady pace, the clear masculine breath penetrated through the skin, and the slightly hot breath blew the broken hair around the ears, which was slightly itchy. Feng Zhi stiffened his back slightly, moved uncomfortably, and forced a smile: "It is not appropriate for your Majesty to ride with His Highness. Your Highness should ride the horse, and your Majesty should run behind you."

Ning Yi didn't say anything, and after a while he smiled lazily and said: "First, I can't bear to part with you, and second, I'm afraid you will run away."

Without waiting for Feng Zhiwei’s reply, he continued: “Zhiwei, when did we become like this? Why didn’t you reply to the letter box I gave you last time?”

Feng Zhiwei was silent for a while, and Ning Yi gently blew her earlobe behind her. She tilted her head and gave way, smiled for a while, and said, "The letter box... sank into the river."

"Oh?" Ning Yi's voice had no fluctuation, just a little cold.

"Your Highness." Feng Zhi turned around slightly, put his hand on his chest to avoid the shock, and said calmly, "I have thought about it. There is really no possibility of getting closer between you and me. I The only relatives I have are all buried in your father's Royal Golden Feather Guard. I am not suitable for your royal family. As I said before, I want to be a simple person and marry a simple person. Man, live a simple life."

"Mrs. Feng and Feng Hao are involved in the case of the orphans of the Dacheng Emperor. This is a serious crime that must be investigated by any court." Ning Yi said lightly, "In any case, you have cleared the suspicion, and your Majesty will not be in trouble. For you, Feng Zhiwei, I even feel sorry for you and take care of you. This is already an anomaly. I can't control your anger at the court. You are angry at me and don't give me a chance for this, but I won't accept it."

"I understand each other's positions." Feng Zhi smiled slightly, "But just because we each have our own positions, we must not force ourselves to be together. Otherwise, you won't dare to believe me, and I won't dare to believe you. In days like this , how to survive?"

"I dare to believe you." Ning Yi's tone was calm but firm.

"Aren't you afraid that I have some strange thoughts and serve the court in the name of Wei Zhi, but in fact I only want to avenge my mother and brother and kill your father?" Feng Zhiwei laughed, completely joking.

"If you have the ability, just go ahead and do it." Ning Yi said calmly, "I dare to compete with you in the world. I just ask you not to refuse me thousands of miles away."

"My life and death are actually in the hands of His Highness at any time." Feng Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "As long as Your Highness enters the palace, Your Majesty will say before you go, Wei Zhi is Feng Zhiwei, outside the Noon Gate tomorrow, Then Wei Zhi's head will fall off."

"If you really want to say it, why wait until now?" Ning Yi smiled, "Zhiwei, I know you are reminding me, and you also have a lot of information about me. Can we not talk about such embarrassing topics now?"

"What doesn't ruin the scenery?"

"This."

The horse stopped, Feng Zhiwei looked up and saw that it was the Wangdu Bridge, the first bridge in Dacheng.

Although she and Ning Yi first met at Qiu Mansion, their real conversation took place at Wangdu Bridge.

That year it was snowy and frosty on Wangdu Bridge, and two people on the bridge shared a bottle of bad wine.

Spring is approaching this year, and the Wangdu Bridge is still mottled. There are deep and shallow moss growing on the bottom of the bridge, silently watching the river water.

Everything is the same as before, but it seems not as good as before.

Ning Yi got off the horse and reached out to her. Feng Zhiwei glanced at her blankly and jumped off.

Ning Yi was not embarrassed, he took back his hand, calmly took out a jug of wine from his arms, and said with a smile: "You were stingy back then, and you treated me to a jug of sour wine for three pennies, and I treat you to Jianghuai's famous Lihua Bai. ”

"The pear blossom white tastes sweet and light, but the aftertaste is mellow. It is a good wine." Feng Zhiwei walked to the bridge first, holding on to the bridge railing and looking at the jade-belt-like river water, "But I still feel that the three-wen pot back then Only the best wine can taste the true taste of the world."

"What does it mean?" Ning Yi followed and stood beside her. The wind on the high bridge rolled up their long hair and entangled them together like two hunting flags.

"Bitter, spicy, sour, and thin." Feng Zhiwei said softly, "The pain of separation, the bitterness of regret, the sourness of heartbreak...the thinness of friendship."

Ning Yi fell silent. The wind on the bridge became more and more fierce. A peach tree tremblingly reached the bridge railing and was blown apart by the ruthless wind.

"That year, you and I were talking about the death of Dacheng on this bridge and the incident of the Third Prince." After a while, he spoke and pointed at Feng Zhiwei's feet, "He fell here, my third brother. , the powerful Fengyu crossbow from the Royal Forest Army pierced his heart with thousands of arrows."

Feng Zhiwei remained motionless, not even looking down.

"He is my best brother, the only one who loved and protected me in the cold palace. When I was bullied by other brothers when I was young, he was the one who stopped and protected me. During my childhood and adolescence, I spent most of my time with him. Spending time in the study is the most peaceful place I have ever stayed in my life, where I can sleep deeper than in my own dormitory."