The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 422:

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The heat in the bathtub began to steam, and Feng Zhiwei thought a little funny that she had soaked in the bathtub twice in just half an hour tonight.

Recalling the shock in the bathtub half an hour ago, a certain light and shadow flashed in her mind. She couldn't help but blush slightly, and quickly stopped. For a moment, she felt a little embarrassed, and she felt that the woman was standing stiffly behind her. Unable to speak, feeling a little uncomfortable, he wanted to find something to say to break the silence. He coughed dryly and said, "Are you... the concubine of His Highness King Chu?"

After asking, I felt a little regretful. What are you doing? Is it necessary to ask this question? And I am also bored. It’s hard to talk about gossip, so why did I ask this as soon as I opened my mouth?

The woman did not answer immediately and stood there silently.

There is a mist of white air all around, and there is a fine glimmer of water on the window lattice. There is only a slight sound of water in the silence. There is something strange in the silence, like a dream that is stagnant and pressing on people's hearts.

For a while, Feng Zhiwei heard that the woman behind her seemed to smile, a short, cold smile, and then in the light and shadow of the candlelight, Man Chunlian's figure gradually expanded on the wall.

She came closer. Feng Zhiwei had already washed her hands in a hurry and took a dry cloth to wipe her. The candlelight reflected her back, which was as bright as pearls, as white as jade, and as beautiful as flowing water, which reminded people of spring. The most beautiful poems in this poem are blooming in the depths of flowers.

Manchun's crimson eyeliner revealed a pair of eyes like ice beads. He looked at her coldly, took the almost coquettish bellyband on one side, and rubbed it carefully in the palm of his hand, thinking of those things in the palace of Prince Chu. The women who bear these names think of themselves walking deeper into loneliness in loneliness, and a desolate smile gradually appears in their eyes.

"Concubine..." There was a sarcastic curve at the corner of her lips, and she walked towards Feng Zhiwei, who had his back turned to her.

"Concubine..." The answer didn't sound like an answer, but like a question. The speaker himself was confused, and his eyes were wandering as he murmured.

Feng Zhiwei listened to the voice that was so soft that it could be dispersed by the heat. She felt that this woman spoke a little strangely, or maybe she asked the question inappropriately? She smiled, picked up the bellyband with her fingers in a mocking manner, frowned and handed it to Manchun with her backhand, saying: "Trouble... Madam."

As soon as the lady said this, she frowned again, feeling greasy in her heart again.

Hearing the words "Madam", Manchun's eyes flashed, but she didn't say anything. She took the silky bellyband and carefully caressed the finely embroidered figures with her fingers.

This suit... belongs to her.

A few days ago, His Highness casually asked her if there was anyone in the house who was good at embroidery. She said that she might be able to take on a role, so His Highness ordered her to embroider a set according to the latest styles on the market, and she must be more careful.

At that time, His Highness was leaning on the couch, playing with a letter, and looking indifferently towards the west side of the palace.

His long black hair flowed under the couch, and his face was pure and beautiful. She was fascinated and amazed by such magnificence for the ten thousandth time, and she lowered her head for the ten thousandth time, hiding her infatuated eyes deeply. .

She knew that as long as she showed the slightest hint of attachment and obsession, Manchun would never be able to get closer to him again tomorrow.

She accepted the task respectfully and distantly, with the same cold expression as before. She glanced at the letter between his fingers. It turned out to be a secret letter from Wei Shangshu at that time and handed it to the cabinet. His Highness's opinion of Wei Shangshu. She always paid special attention to the zhezi. She waited on the pen and ink in the study, and Wei Shangshu's zhezi was always at the top. She was used to it.

He didn't look at her, he leaned back and bent his knees, resting his slender fingers on his knees, a careless gesture, but his eyes were smiling.

She heard him say softly: "Well... the clothes should be light apricot color, it doesn't need to be too eye-catching. The cloak should be made of Jianghuai crepe, which is hazy and can show the light shadow. The spring night is full of wind, and the shadows of people and flowers are chaotic. Like the tide, walking on the fragrant moon in the light mist of light gauze, it must be a very good style."

He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and the smile in his eyes gradually reached the corners of his lips, causing the large white camellia flowers on the screen opposite to fade.

"The inner garment... Although bright red is good, it is inevitably gaudy, deep purple is too cold, and smoky blue is not noble enough... Let's go with goose yellow... That kind of skin goes with that color... like the bright moon turning into a white jade baby... …”

He meditated slightly, and his raised jaw seemed smooth and firm, like a piece of white stone soaked in the moonlight of a thousand years, splashing with tiny starlight all over the sky.

Suddenly he looked back and smiled at her.

Like the wind blowing through the snow-covered mandala, the crystals swayed to the ground.

She immediately couldn't help but her cheeks turned red.

Bai Yuwa...

Before she was sent to the Prince of Chu's Mansion by the prince, she was the top actress in the thirteen states of the North. She was always called the "Jade Girl" because of her snow-like skin and smooth voice.

She also loves goose yellow the most.

She also lives west of the palace.

Suddenly she thought of meeting Ning Weibei a few days ago. The man was sitting on the roof tiles with his knees crossed, looking at the west side of the house. She heard him murmur: "Forget it, why are there so many words."

Although Ning Huwei is not very popular with His Highness recently and is not allowed to serve around him, he is still the first person around His Highness after all, and what he says is often what His Highness means.

Could it be that...

His Highness is very popular in the imperial capital. However, she doesn’t know whether he is romantic outside or not. However, this is not the case in the Chu Palace. The concubines presented by various princes cannot enter the inner courtyard of His Highness. Although His Highness sometimes goes there to serve as concubines In the concubine's courtyard, such as her Xizhao Tower, His Highness would come three or four times a month, but after coming...it would be fine not to mention it.

She sometimes wonders, are the other concubines...like her?

Maybe.

One time she accidentally bumped into His Highness at Jin Han's place. The two of them were sitting opposite each other in front of the makeup mirror. His Highness was painting her eyebrows and hair with a smile. The silk curtain of the small building was drooping, and a misty apricot blossom was leaning in front of the mirror. Come out, the woman in the mirror is elegant and the man is elegant. It is really a very beautiful and charming scene.

However, when she bowed down, she found that the back of Jinhan's neck was stiff, the veins were exposed, and his whole posture was stiff.

The next day, Jin Han disappeared.

Another time, Xiuyun, the boldest and liveliest one, wore a gauze waist-gold silk dress that was a tribute from the West, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. She pretended to be sleepwalking and got lost, and broke into His Highness's bedroom.