The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 448:

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Master Gu remained unmoved and continued to eat.

Hey, the young master is so easy to talk to?

Didn’t you hear?

Of course Gu Nanyi heard those words and was thinking calmly, these bugs are much more delicious than the ones he ate when he was three years old and homeless. The cooks in the Wei family are good and can make unpalatable bugs like this. .

While thinking about it, he told Feng Zhiwei, "Next time, try caterpillars, grasshoppers, crickets, and bell worms. The meat is crispy, but like this one, it's sour."

Hua Qiong suddenly stopped smiling.

Zong Chen had already put down his chopsticks, his eyes were distant and a little forlorn.

Yan Huaishi looked left and right, a rich man, but he didn't realize what this sentence meant.

Feng Zhiwei was already frozen there.

What is he talking about?

She knows that Gu Nanyi, because of his own reasons, must live a careful and noble life, and must be more particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation than ordinary people, otherwise he will be very painful, so he can never be an insect-eating enthusiast, but just now Listening to his words, his natural, casual, calm and calm attitude, it was obvious that he had really been feeding on this, and it had been for a long time.

What has this young man, as delicate and precious as a jade carving, experienced behind the closed and silent world?

Feng Zhiwei vaguely remembered that Zong Chen once said that he really came to Gu Nanyi's side after he was six years old. Before that, Gu Nanyi lost his father when he was three years old, and the people in his original organization were dispersed. For three years, The three-year-old child who had no one to take care of him wandered around the world alone until Zong Chen found him in a ruined temple in a deep mountain. At that moment, Zong Chen fulfilled the Xuanyuan family's vow back then and came out to protect him.

What kind of life did such a special child live during those three years of wandering?

What kind of meeting scene made Zong Chen, who was born in the Xuanyuan family and was indifferent and uncontested, willing to give up his freedom and protect it wholeheartedly?

Feng Zhiwei suddenly hated herself for being too callous and callous in the past. Why had she never thought carefully about how someone like Gu Nanyi could survive those three years in his childhood?

But, did you not expect it, or did you dare not think about it?

"I've eaten and drank enough. I have to get up early tomorrow, so let's go." Seeing her sitting blankly, Hua Qiong's eyes flashed, she stretched and stood up first, scooping up the food. Feng Zhiwei said: "Hold on, come with me for a walk to eat, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."

Feng Zhiwei forced a smile and said, "Okay." He ordered the people to remove the table. Everyone was always together, very casually, and went back separately. Feng Zhiwei took Hua Qiong and went for a walk in the backyard garden.

The scenery is perfect at the end of spring. Although the flowers are half-rested in the night, they have a graceful and subtle charm. The moonlight shines like milk on the half-opened flowers, revealing a bit of bright red and purple, which is very beautiful and quiet.

The aromas from all around spread out thickly and faintly, including evening eustoma, epiphyllum, phoenix, canna, and various aromas. Hua Qiong took a deep breath and relaxed her brows, "I will leave the Imperial Capital tomorrow! I'm so happy!"

"Don't like it here?" Feng Zhi asked with a smile.

"What do you think?" Hua Qiong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I have already seen a test case in Dijing!"

She suddenly turned around and shook Feng Zhiwei's hand, and said sincerely: "Zhiwei, I don't know what you are thinking, but I feel that you seem to be blooming with flowers and a beautiful scenery now, but you are actually walking on the edge of a cliff. The more you climb, the higher and faster you climb, the more dangerous you are, because you are a lonely minister, or a lonely minister who is envied by everyone, just like a test question, once the wall falls, everyone will Come on, who will help you then?"

She also thought of this... Feng Zhi smiled faintly, "Are you trying to persuade my good birds to choose trees to roost in?"

"I advise you to at least make an appearance of dependence, just like you just advised me to be dirty with the officialdom." Hua Qiong said, "Even if you have both sides, it's okay when you are in Cao Ying's heart. Han or Han, I don't care about any of this. I just hope that you can stand firm in the imperial capital's trend."

"Your Majesty wants me to be a lone minister." Feng Zhiwei said softly, "Wei Zhiwei is too famous. No matter who camp such a person belongs to, he will not rest assured. The old guy has not lost control of the court. No one is more important than following him."

"You are talking about him with me." Hua Qiong rolled her eyes at her, "You clearly know what I mean, and you clearly know that I am not asking you to join anyone's camp."

Feng Zhiwei stopped talking and smiled thoughtfully. Hua Qiong observed her expression, but still couldn't figure out whether Feng Zhiwei's lost memory still existed. She was not a person who was good at making roundabout statements. , after thinking for a while, he said directly: "I think His Highness is sincere to you. I don't care what you think. Just to gain a foothold for yourself, you might as well get along well with him."

"That's natural." Feng Zhi said lightly.

Hua Qiong looked at her and hesitated to speak, but Feng Zhiwei smiled again, "You persuaded me to stay away from him back then, but now your tone has changed."

"That's because the situation has changed." Hua Qiong sighed softly, "As of now, he is the most popular prince, and you are the most famous minister. If you can't be used by him, I'm afraid that in the future... ”

Feng Zhiwei remained silent, her eyes as soft as the half-rested flowers in the night, and she could not see any special emotions.

Hua Qiong’s voice suddenly sounded lighter than the wind.

"You told me back then that you wanted to learn to cherish some rare thoughts in life, and wanted to be bold and follow your own heart occasionally. Now...is your heart still there?"

Is your heart still there?

The simplest question, the hardest answer.

It was quiet all around, the night insects refused to chirp, the flowers gathered their branches and leaves, the moon withdrew its light, everything was waiting for an answer, but that person resisted the world with silence.

A sigh came out after a long time, but I don’t know who it was.

After a while, Hua Qiong suddenly walked away. Feng Zhiwei did not move, leaning on the pavilion railing, looking at the faintly rippled pond in trance, thinking of that night at the Prince of Chu's Mansion, there was a woman who was heavy and sad in the blood. Q&A.

After a while, there were footsteps behind him again, and Hua Qiong came back. Feng Zhiwei still didn't move, but something suddenly came from behind.

Light green wood, elegant color, with beautiful natural texture of wind and snow, with a golden mandala flower branded on the edge.