The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 367:

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The moonlight shines on her face, with delicate features, slightly raised corners of her eyes, and very rich and vulgar makeup. She is surprisingly the Yin'er who once took Feng Zhiwei into her care at Lanxiang Courtyard.

"Dian...Dian..." Yin'er's eyes widened in horror, feeling that the hand holding her throat showed no sign of loosening. Thinking of this master's cruelty and ruthlessness, she felt regret and fear in her heart, and she blinked. Tears were already flowing out, stained with rouge on his face, and fell on the back of Ning Yi's hands.

Ning Yi suddenly let go of his hand, which was as unexpected as his attack. Yin'er staggered back, covering her throat and coughing, but she didn't dare to say another word.

Ning Yi turned around with his hands behind his back, seeing a long and slanting dark shadow under the moonlight.

"Although you are not my subordinate, you should still understand my rules." Ning Yi said coldly after a while, "How can you inquire about my affairs?"

"Yes..." Yin'er trembled and lay in the dust.

"Tomorrow I will buy Lanxiangyuan for you, so you don't have to do that business anymore."

Yin'er, who thought she was going to be punished, raised her head in surprise, thinking she had heard wrong.

"I have clear rewards and punishments." Ning Yi's tone has returned to calmness, "You have been doing well in Lanxiangyuan for two years. At first, Lao Wu wanted to tamper with His Majesty's imperial edict and searched everywhere for news about the top embroiderer. I haven’t rewarded you for what you got through the brothel sisters, so let’s reward you together now.”

The tears on Yin'er's face were not yet dry, but her eyes were already filled with joy, and she whispered: "Master..."

"I will go and talk to your master. She won't say anything. You have not left Lanxiang Courtyard. The yard will be yours from now on, so you have to worry more."

"Yes! Thank you, Your Highness!" Yin'er kowtowed with tears.

Ning Yi didn't speak, and Yin'er didn't dare to move. This deep-tempered prince scared her even more than her real master.

"You didn't meet me or anyone today... right?" Ning Yi said calmly after a while.

Yin'er trembled all over, knowing that if she answered a word incorrectly at this moment, the hand that had just strangled her throat and released it would strangle it again without hesitation.

"My maid is serving guests in Lanxiang Courtyard tonight and has never been out." She immediately replied, "My maid doesn't even know His Highness is back in Beijing."

"What about Mr. Wei?" Ning Yi asked lightly again.

"This slave has never met Master Wei, but has only heard legends about him in the market. If Master Wei comes to the courtyard in the future, I will serve him well."

"Yes." Ning Yi turned around and curved the corners of his lips, "Did you remember correctly?"

"This slave responded in the same way in front of his master, so it's not wrong."

Nodding, Ning Yi smiled and said, "Haosheng is ready to be your master of Lanxiang Academy. Congratulations."

He walked away with smooth steps, and after walking ten feet, dozens of black shadows flashed out from under the trees on the roadside, picked him up and mounted their horses.

Yin'er lay on the ground for a long time, listening to the roar of the river, watching the lonely bridge, her heavy clothes soaked with sweat behind her back.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know about the episode after she left. She was having a steaming dinner in the inn.

Shaoning waited at the door of the inn for half an afternoon, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore. She was afraid that the key to the palace gate would be locked, so she went back angrily. Before leaving, she threatened that she would not find it in one day, two days, two days, three days. , I don’t believe Wei knows that you have shrunk into a mouse hole and can’t get out!

Feng Zhiwei just smiled bitterly when he heard this. Zong Chen contacted his subordinates who had stayed in the imperial capital and found out that the young man Shaoning had arranged to marry had died suddenly a month before the wedding. The princess turned out to be an orphan. Afterwards, she cried and made a fuss about keeping filial piety for others. Emperor Tiansheng naturally refused. She didn't even dare to mention it again - as soon as she mentioned it, she cried like crazy and said that she was a miserable person and had to go to the imperial nunnery to practice for the rest of her life.

Shaoning got her wish and stayed in the palace for a long time. When Feng Zhiwei heard the news, she could only shake her head, and a thought flashed through her mind - was the fiancé who died violently at home really true? Did he die suddenly due to illness, or did he die suddenly because of this marriage?

Based on Shaoning's ruthless decision to kill someone in front of the emperor, she would be able to do such a thing. Their Ning family bloodline is very ruthless.

Feng Zhiwei guessed that when she returned to the capital, she would have to relinquish her military power, and at most be given a military honorary title. Her current deputy minister of etiquette would probably be replaced by a permanent one, but even if she were to take the official position, she would definitely be involved in Shaoning's marriage in the future. No, this is Shaoning's warning to her - if you arrange one, I will kill one.

During the meal, Zong Chen also told her some news. The dancer who danced at Concubine Chang’s birthday banquet became very popular after entering the palace. She was promoted to three levels in a few months and was recently granted the title of concubine. Titled Concubine Qing, this empress is very clever. The harem is now so tidy that she dare not show off. She is also very favored by Emperor Tiansheng. He sleeps with her almost every night. There are rumors in the Tiansheng court that it seems that this Qing Concubine, sooner or later, Emperor Tiansheng will probably be given an eleventh prince.

"It's no wonder that with Ning Yi's current attitude, the emperor has yet to make him the crown prince." Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly, "Are you waiting for the future eleventh prince?"

"I don't think His Royal Highness the King of Chu is too worried." Zong Chen smiled, "So what if he has established the so-called eleventh prince? How many years can the old emperor live? A swaddling baby can compete with the powerful Fighting between kings of Chu?"

"At that time, half of the civil and military officials were under the sect of King Chu." Feng Zhiwei nodded his chopsticks, "I am waiting for the day when I will be won over."

Zong Chen and Hua Qiong looked at her at the same time. Feng Zhiwei's eyes were clear and there was nothing strange about them.

Yan Huaishi didn't know what was going on, so he came over excitedly and said, "Well, what a tacit understanding of cooperation you and His Highness had when we were in the South China Sea? Now it happens that the Lord and the ministers are joining hands to create another good story... Oops."

The beautiful longing was interrupted by an unceremonious pinch. Yan Huaishi turned around in shock and saw Hua Qiong unceremoniously stuffing the squirming Hua Changtian into his arms, "Your son It’s time to sleep, go and coax him.”

Yan Huaishi lowered his head and looked at his cheap son in his arms. The little guy was smiling at him with his fists in his mouth. A pair of slender eyes like the scholar Hua Qiong's ex-husband had already begun to take shape.

Everyone looked up.

A bit holding my breath.

The biggest gap between Hua Qiong and Yan Huaishi is the hierarchical concept of aristocratic families, the huge and unbridgeable gap between the most noble family in the South China Sea with royal blood, and the daughter of a private school teacher and the wife of a failed scholar.