The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 423:

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There was no movement that night. The next day, Xiuyun was sent back to her own courtyard. Everyone thought that Xiuyun had won the favor of His Highness and that the concubine was just around the corner. They were all ready to follow suit. However, there was no movement afterwards. Xiuyun But he has stayed behind closed doors since then.

Half a year later, she accidentally met Xiuyun, and was shocked to find that she was sallow, skinny, and in a trance. She chatted with her for a few words and gave her wrong answers. The more she thought about it, the weirder she became. After leaving, she turned back and saw Xiuyun stared blankly at the water, using gravel to float it, and murmured: "Spit on me..."

She heard a cold sweat all over her body after saying a word without thinking. The water float flew out far away, flying in a arc of crystal light on the water. It flashed and then sank, just like them The beauty of these flower-like women disappears in an instant.

Later, Xiuyun's body floated in the lake where she had been swimming. She committed suicide.

From then on, she no longer had to think about certain things, not to mention the death of the prince and the queen. She just had to be herself. If she was doomed to be lonely in this life, it would be better than drifting on the lake in silence.

She was noticed by His Highness last year during a dispute with a concubine.

She pushed the unreasonable, coquettish and infatuated concubine into the water, and smiled coldly amidst his screams. When she turned around, she saw His Highness standing in the pavilion by the lake, looking at her from a distance.

At that moment, His Highness's eyes were far away, with a slight smile of memory.

She thought she was dead and knelt down silently, but he stared at her silently for a long time without saying a word. She knelt in the mud and stubbornly refused to speak, her wet clothes and the cold moonlight soaking There was a faint cold fragrance in the muscles and bones, and the corner of his robe had silently brushed against her side.

She heard his voice was slightly wistful, and he said it so lightly.

"No one is you..."

You? Who are you? Does it mean she is different? still?

She was puzzled, but from then on he treated her a little differently. The coldness and propriety she showed seemed to please him, and the few things she did were also very careful and reliable. He gradually felt that Gained her some trust.

As time went by, she thought, maybe they were all wrong before. People like him, who were vulgar and courteous, could not capture his heart at all. Only those who could do things for him could win him. Take a look.

Now...has she gained his favor?

She was so happy, so happy.

In those nights, she lit up the lamp to make clothes, and left them aside during the day. She knew everything he told her, even if he didn't tell her to keep it secret, she had to treat it carefully. It was precisely because she understood this that she was able to win him. A slight approach is allowed.

On those days when I stay up late making clothes, I don’t feel tired.

I just feel the boundless joy, blooming densely, like this fine and long multi-colored silk thread, the soft sound of the needle tip poking on the brocade surface, blooming into a blurred network of five colors in the night.

The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots in it. Each knot is a beautiful dream. Although it is frozen, it is not less gorgeous.

My eyes were red under the palace lantern, but there was a smile in them, as if I was making a wedding dress for myself.

She didn’t think that this dress would be worn by anyone else. His Highness wandered around the streets and alleys, but he never brought a brothel girl into the palace. There were countless concubines in the palace, but no one could really get close to him except herself. There was no other woman around His Highness.

His Highness always likes to take such twists and turns... With a faint smile, she rubbed her numb fingers under the quiet night lamp.

The most elaborately embroidered part is the lining. During the happiest and most important moments in a woman's life, she should wear the most beautiful underwear and show it only to the person she loves most.

The woman on the bellyband is the posture of a generation of famous actresses when she took the stage. The prosperity of the past will eventually disappear, but the dignified and seductive posture in her past life is conducive to the joy of the boudoir.

She daydreamed about the red shadows of candles in the golden hooks of the brocade tent, reflecting her jade-colored skin like the morning glow reflecting the deep snow. At that time, her beautiful **** were like a beautiful lady inviting her, which made him deeply intoxicated.

That was a slight tease behind her coolness, and she hoped he would understand.

Today, he didn’t understand, but she did.

I always thought that there was no woman in his heart, I always thought that no one could stand by his side, I always thought that a woman who could do things for him was a woman who could match him.

However, when I walked in today, I saw that set of clothes, saw his expression when he was beside her, heard his calm but caring tone, looked at that woman, with an ordinary appearance but noble posture, and a gentle demeanor in her walking and demeanor. He is somewhat similar, and has a bit of the distant dignity of being in a position of power for a long time, but it is not the delicate dignity of a woman, but the kind of dignity that His Highness possesses, who is used to giving guidance to the government and the public.

She suddenly understood everything.

What he wants is not assistants and subordinates.

What he wants is a woman who can go hand in hand with him or even conquer him, like a pair of dragons and phoenixes flying in the sky, dancing around the world and looking down at the world.

Those gentle and charming little tricks to show off one's love, those specious women's tricks of playing hard to get, cannot arouse the naturally proud blood in the king's body, nor can they stir up Shen Ning's heart that has been frozen for many years.

So...that's it.

She smiled sadly.

Going forward with the private underwear that he thought belonged to her.

The most popular style in the market, this bellyband only covers half of the chest, leaving it half exposed. It is connected to no less than dozens of ribbons, tied from the front of the neck to the armpits to the waist. The goose-yellow ribbons are crisscrossed and thin. Tied to the exquisite figure, it has a masochistic meaning and can best arouse the natural offensive blood in men.

Manchun put the neckband of her bellyband around Feng Zhiwei's neck, and glanced at her earlobes from the corner of her eyes. The earlobes were smooth and had no piercings, but when she got very close, she could vaguely see that they were supposed to be The pierced ears seemed to be covered by something of the same color.

Manchun's eyes twitched faintly, then turned away, and slowly tightened the ribbon.

The ribbon has a slip knot. Pull it back to untie it, and pull it forward to make a dead knot.

The nails dyed with crimson cinnamon slid along the ribbon and then slid behind her.

Fingertips, one pick.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly smiled.

"This dress...is yours, right?"