The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 39:

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He pulled Chunyu Meng, put his arm around Feng Zhiwei's shoulders, and said with a smile: "I am too lazy to go up there to sulk, so I sat down here in the official shed. You guys can come too."

Feng Zhiwei froze.

At the most opportune moment, the man's hand suddenly wrapped around her shoulders, seemingly unintentionally. Half of her shoulders immediately went numb under the embrace.

She is so stupid!

Knowing that she might be facing the number one fox in the Tiansheng Dynasty, why did she get carried away just now, get out of the way and leave Lin Shao's side, so that he could take advantage of her!

A cold air invaded her shoulders and penetrated her blood vessels. The blood and flesh in her joints immediately sluggishly flowed, but she could still move. She slowly raised her head, gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love."

Chun Yumeng and Lin Shao looked at her strangely, surprised that her movements suddenly slowed down, but they also thought that Wei Zhi, who was from an ordinary background, suddenly fell into the eyes of the King of Chu. They were "flattered" and were stunned with joy. So it's normal to have a slower reaction.

Because Ning Yi had just spoken in a low voice, the conversation between the two had already been noticed by everyone. The students all turned around and saw Ning Yi hurriedly prostrate to the ground. Chun Yumeng and Lin Shao hurriedly backed away. Only Feng Zhi Wei Wei was seduced and held in Ning Yi's arms, unable to retreat even if she wanted to.

She was frozen there, covered in cold sweat. Ning Yi said calmly: "Everyone, get up." He never let go of her. When everyone stood up, they looked at Feng Zhiwei and looked at her with something wrong, envy, jealousy, Anger, disdain... those eyes with unclear meaning but mostly full of hostility overwhelmed the unlucky Feng Zhiwei in an instant.

Looking at Feng Zhiwei, who had become the target of public criticism in an instant, Ning Yi curved her lips and smiled elegantly and charmingly, like a snow-white demonic red mandala blooming quietly at midnight. Everyone stared straight at Feng Zhiwei. Zhiwei just wants to destroy the flower with ruthless hands.

Unfortunately, His Highness was not moved by her gaze at all. He smiled and put his arm around her shoulders as he walked through the crowd. He sat casually in the official shed and sat next to her "affectionately". The seat he chose was in the middle of the shed, surrounded by No one dared to sit down again. Lin Shao wanted to follow him, but was yanked away by Chun Yu. The two of them winked before leaving, which meant that they were avoiding suspicion. Feng Zhiwei seized this opportunity to curry favor.

Feng Zhiwei complained secretly and had no choice but to bathe in the needle-like gazes of thousands of people. He felt painful at first, but then he felt calm - ordinary people do not understand the thorough understanding and detachment of a dying person.

"Your Majesty has arrived——"

From a distance, a long and thin voice sang loudly.

The surroundings suddenly became silent. As everyone waited with bated breath for that moment, a solemn and solemn atmosphere arose.

Everyone stood up and wanted to bow down. Feng Zhiwei also wanted to get up. The person beside her suddenly came over and leaned on her shoulders. The gorgeous and cool breath like falling flowers and snow approached, and with a movement of his hand under his sleeve, he was already He held her hand.

Feng Zhiwei was in a trance, and then heard the man whispering softly into his ear, with a graceful posture, and his voice was softer and lighter, like an illusory dream, and asked with a smile.

"Why are your palms so sweaty..."

The person's breath blew quietly in her ears, brushing the hair on her temples, and itching slightly. The breath was like spring roses and winter springs, hiding fine thorns and floating cool ice. At first glance, she felt It's so beautiful, but when you get close, it's hopeless.

Just at this moment, the Holy Emperor arrived and thousands of people came to pay homage, but he leaned on her shoulder in a graceful manner, looking really ambiguous and unrestrained. The officials lying on the ground all around secretly turned their eyes and looked at this "pair of men" ", his eyes were even more ambiguous than Ning Yi's posture.

The King of Chu was a romantic man and his reputation as a man of both sexes was known to everyone in the imperial capital.

But no one knew the sinister murderous intention behind the teasing gesture - he locked her meridians to prevent her from kneeling.

It was disrespectful for the emperor not to kneel when he arrived - he made it clear that he wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and wanted her to be accused of disrespect by the palace guards and be dragged out and killed immediately.

Minghuang Luanjia has faintly appeared beside the wide open main door. At this time, everyone was kneeling, and Feng Zhiwei sat standing out among the crowd. People began to look at her in surprise.

Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyes and looked at the face that was very close at hand, with a spring breeze face, glazed eyes like ice beads, and a smile deep in the eyes.

She suddenly smiled and sat calmly, calmly and calmly, "Because ordinary people are sweating excitedly thinking about dying with the prince."

"Oh?"

"Your Majesty, you don't really think that the civilians just broke in rashly last night, do you?" Feng Zhiwei said leisurely, "The secret building is hidden deep and there are many agencies. Is there really someone who could accidentally hit it and get close to it?"

Her tone was calm, but her eyes were fixed on the main entrance. The bright yellow dragon flag was fluttering in front of her eyes, and the Holy Emperor was about to arrive.

Ning Yi’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes darkened a bit. This was precisely the reason why he didn’t act immediately just now. On the one hand, it was not convenient for him to silence him in this situation, and on the other hand, he was worried about Feng. Zhiwei had other instructions.

Feng Zhiwei raised it without hesitation at this moment, which deepened his suspicion. Once Feng Zhiwei had another mastermind, he would have to follow the clues to find out the mastermind behind it. Then this kid's life——

He pondered for a moment, and the uniform footsteps of the Imperial Guards were already approaching. Their iron-green armor shone in the cold light of the early morning, and the guards at the front could already see everything in the field. His eyes scanned the venue, searching for all signs and characters that were detrimental to His Majesty's safety. His eyes were about to sweep to the official shed——

"What did those underground troops do last night, and where are they now?" Feng Zhiwei averted her eyes, not looking at the main entrance, but began to look around contentedly, "Hey, I have several people from the Institute of Political History Why don’t my classmates from the Military Academy seem to be here today?"

Ning Yi's eyes flashed and he suddenly sneered.

Before he finished his sneer, he pushed with his hand. Feng Zhiwei felt her whole body go weak and her legs went weak. She fell forward involuntarily and her forehead hit the ground.

At this moment, the guard turned his attention to the official shed.

Then the mountain shouted, and everyone bowed to the dust.

Feng Zhiwei was lying on the ground, and the sweat in his palms instantly wet the floor tiles.

Ning Yi knelt down next to her and spoke in a low and clear voice amidst the ear-splitting mountain calls: "How many companions do you have? What did they do now? What did they do yesterday? What do you want to do tonight?"

Feng Zhiwei turned her head and smiled at him, "Your Highness, you haven't suddenly become stupid, have you? Do you think I will tell you now?"