The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 366:

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"He is a steady and gentle man, devoid of desires and desires. I still don't believe that he will rebel and usurp the throne. However, that day, it was me who was forced by the eldest brother of the prince to lead the troops to intercept him... He was on the bridge that day. Looking at me, there were too many things in his eyes... I looked at him under the bridge that day, and then slowly waved my hand to the Imperial Guard."

Ning Yi’s tone was calm, and he couldn’t even hear the pain. He looked at each other across the bridge that night many years ago, the last look in his life many years ago, and the young man who issued the killing order to his beloved brother under the bridge many years ago. The heart that had been warmed died in the wind where Wangdu Bridge was taller and wider than ordinary people. It was allowed to be blown by the wind and rain and eroded countless holes, and passed through the wind that moaned at midnight.

"His blood flowed across the entire bridge that day. It's surprising how a person can have so much blood in his body." Ning Yi stroked the bridge railings gently, and his voice was as cold as the bridge stone, "It's a pity that it won't happen again." Much blood will be washed away, just like the pain of separation, the bitterness of regret, the sourness of heartbreak, the thinness of friendship, all the most heartbreaking things in the world will eventually be wiped away by time without a trace."

"A cool person chooses to forget." Feng Zhiwei smiled sarcastically.

"You can call me cool." Ning Yi looked at her calmly, "I killed the prince coldly because he framed the third brother. The third brother was steady and intelligent, and the government and the public asked him to make him the prince. The cry was very loud, I hate the prince, he wants to kill the third brother, I can't stop him, why is he letting me kill him?"

Feng Zhiwei unconsciously picked up the wine bottle and drank half of it in one sip. She thought about the time when she was talking about the Third Prince's mutiny on the bridge, and felt that his tone was unusual. At that time, he had already planned to kill the prince. In my mind, he came to talk to me on the bridge again today. Who was he going to kill this time?

"Zhiwei, when I tell you this, I not only want you to understand me better bit by bit, but also to tell you." Ning Yi suddenly held her hand, "We have too many things in our lives. I can't help myself, but I can't completely give up my original intention."

Feng Zhiwei remained silent, lowered her long eyelashes, and tried to take her hand out of his hand, but Ning Yi refused to let go. Instead, he pulled his hand, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Zhiwei...Zhiwei...do you still have a heart..."

His tone was slightly trembling, and his hot breath brushed against her ear, which made her feel slightly moist for an instant. It was so steaming that her heart seemed to have a burst of ice-cold dew. His lips slowly but firmly moved over and sucked gently. After removing the remaining wine from the corner of her lips, the steaming breath was filled with the white aroma of pear blossoms, sweet and light, as full as a pear blossom.

The night wind carries the early fallen peach blossoms, rustling down.

Feng Zhiwei was silent all the time. The pear-white wine was surprisingly strong. She was slightly dizzy, and her hands and feet seemed to be slightly sore. The man's breath was familiar and startling, like the spring breeze in March. The fragrance of pear blossoms and the warmth of peach blossoms, when you touch it little by little, the frozen mood seems to make the sound of breaking ice.

But finally, when the lips were getting closer, he suddenly raised his hand and put the wine bottle he had been holding into Ning's hand.

Ning Yi was in a state of passion when a cold wine bottle was pushed towards him. He was startled by the ice. Feng Zhiwei had already pulled away. She lowered her eyes. Her expression could not be seen clearly in the twilight. There was a moist smile on her lips. Ning Yi's heart trembled slightly when he saw the luster.

Suddenly I heard a very sweet and soft voice, and asked curiously:

"Dad Yiyi, what are they doing?"

Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei looked back suddenly and saw two figures, one large and one small, standing under the bridge. The smaller one was holding the older one in his hand, looking at the two of them curiously with a pair of round eyes.

Feng Zhi stroked his forehead slightly and moaned - please, Master Gu, don't you know how to let children avoid this kind of scene?

Then I heard Master Gu's dry reply: "If the wine is not enough, then the man will steal the woman's wine."

"..."

Feng Zhiwei smiled dryly, hurriedly slid down from the bridge railing, held Gu Zhizhi in a flattering way, and then smiled flatteringly at Young Master Gu, "How did you find me?"

Master Gu glanced at her and ignored her.

Feng Zhiwei's expression is a little awkward - since the return of Pucheng, the young master has become more and more aware of his own personal emotions, often showing a unique mental outlook. For example, the current posture, is it the legendary...jealousy? ?

Gu Zhizhi was a little over two and a half years old, which was the age when he was the most noisy. Either he would not speak, or he would speak fluently. He said loudly: "Dad Yiyi saw you coming and ran away, saying that you were hiding from women. ."

Feng Zhiwei just said "Oh", and then heard her say again: "Dad Yiyi said, avoid women but not men, it's annoying!"

Feng Zhiwei said "uh" and choked.

For a long while, he looked up at Gu Nanyi in disbelief - Uncle, did you really say this?

Master Gu looked down at Gu Zhizhi——Daughter, you added the last two words very well.

He picked up the little girl with satisfaction, put it on his shoulders, turned around, and waved with one hand.

Feng Zhiwei immediately and honestly filled herself in that position - Master Gu summoned you and if you ignore it, you will die miserably, for example, you will be carried on his shoulder on the other side.

Gu Zhiwei sat on her father's shoulder with a smile, looking at the night view of the Imperial Capital. Feng Zhiwei was tightly held by Gu Nanyi's sleeves, and left without looking back. The moonlight was like frost, and the three of them were pulled away. The long figures grew longer and longer, gradually converging into one body.

On Wangdu Bridge, Ning Yi held on to the wine bottle and looked at the three figures fading in the moonlight. In his eyes, there was loneliness and loneliness like falling flowers.

After a long while, he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. Then he threw it away and the fine porcelain wine bottle sank into the water with a pop.

The sound of the wine pot falling into the water spread far away. He sat motionless for a while, and then there were slight footsteps approaching.

"Is that Mr. Wei who is famous all over the world..." There was a woman's voice behind her, soft and sweet, with a bit of habitual coquettishness, with a smile, and she seemed to glance in the direction where Feng Zhiwei disappeared. , "Your Highness really loves him... ah..."

The last half of the joke was choked fiercely.

The woman opened her eyes wide and looked anxiously at King Chu, who had been elegant and graceful just now, but now had a ferocious look on his face, holding her throat with one hand. Just now she made a casual joke, and Ning Yi, who didn't want to turn his back to her, suddenly turned around, Feng It rolled over like a normal one, her vision went dark, and the next moment her throat was pinched.