The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 450:

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"Of course it's good." Feng Zhi looked at him with a smile.

Ning Yi came over with a small bowl of silver spoon, scooped out a spoonful, and fed it to him with a smile, saying: "How can you have such delicious food all to yourself? Come on, you can use some too."

Feng Zhiwei was shocked and stood up in a hurry. Halfway through, he remembered something was wrong and sat down again. He vaguely felt a creak under his body. He quickly turned his head and said with a smile, "No! I'm going to do this tonight." If you eat too much, your stomach will be bloated. If you eat any more, you will vomit. That would be a terrible sight."

Ning Yi took back the spoon, with the same gleaming smile, and said lightly: "Oh? Really?" He took a few bites with regret, praised it a few times, and stopped talking.

He is of the Tianhuang aristocratic style. He eats and uses everything lightly. He is not greedy like ordinary people in anything he likes. He even controls his preferences and does not show any clues. He does not want others to see his weakness. Feng Zhiwei I didn't expect him to enjoy the meal. When he stopped after taking two bites, he immediately smiled and held his chin, saying: "Actually... Your Highness, I didn't finish what I just said."

"Oh?"

"The pigeon eggs in this dish are real, and there is also minced flying dragon meat, but there is another main ingredient..." Feng Zhi smiled maliciously, "It is the grass worm meat from the south..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ning Yi put down the bowl with a snap and his face turned pale.

Then he hurriedly stood up and said with a forced smile: "Suddenly I remembered that I still have something to deal with. I will go back first and you can rest early."

"If you don't want to send it off, don't send it off." Feng Zhiwei leaned against the pavilion railing, smiled and waved her sleeves, watching Ning Yi walk to the well as fast as he could run away and go down the secret passage of the mechanism, walking faster than ever before. It was crisp and clear, and he smiled very proudly.

As soon as Ning Yi's figure disappeared from the mouth of the well, the smile on her face disappeared. She was stunned for a long time, stood up, rubbed her sore buttocks, and held the box in her arms. inside.

She gently stroked the box and found that the original seal of the box had been opened. At the seal, there was a piece of letter paper that had been wet with water. It must have been carefully exposed to the sun by Hua Qiong. The edge looked crispy. At the opening, They were crowded together and made a rustling sound when blown by the wind. They seemed to be fighting to fall into her hands. She only had to flick her fingers to pull out a letter. Just like before, it represented the meaning of the letter. The mysterious and unknown letter, I don’t know if it will be the one with reeds and bird feathers, or the one that carries the Anlanyu tide and coral, or it will be her own only reply, with the warmth of her fingers and the joy of that year. , after the vicissitudes of time, return to the bottom of the cold river.

It was just that it was mysterious and unknown at that time, and I had the joy of enlightenment and expectation in my heart. The mystery and unknown are still there at this time, but the mood at that time is long gone.

As expected, things in the world are ever-changing. The mood of one moment is the history of the next.

She stood holding the box for a long time, her mist-like eyelashes wet with dew, but in the end she did not open the box or try to take out any letter.

When it was almost dawn, she went back to her room with the box in her arms, her back looking a little lonely and lonely.

She doesn't know.

A man entered the secret passage at the bottom of the well, but did not vomit or leave quickly.

The water level at the bottom of the well receded quickly, and he remained silent for a long time on the slightly wet ground in front of the secret passage door. The original white color on his face had long since faded, and was replaced by another cold jade color.

The moonlight above the head fell, and it fell on the entrance of the well, which seemed extremely bright and cold. In the cold light, he stood like a snow-laden bamboo, with his sleeves hanging down where the moonlight could not reach. In the shadow, vaguely in the sleeves, between the fingers, there is a white square thing, rustling softly in the sound of wind whirling in the dark.

The next day Hua Qiong and his wife left, but Feng Zhiwei went anyway. The woman in the wind smiled brightly, hugged Feng Zhiwei silently, and whispered an instruction in her ears, which was just the word "take care".

Take care of yourself and each other. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, waiting for you to meet.

Feng Zhiwei stood in the post pavilion, looking at the woman's back without looking back. The corners of her eyes were slightly moist. She was a close friend in her life, but she was destined to be together less and apart more often. When she met again, she didn't know what month or year it would be.

From a distance, she saw Hua Qiong walking away suddenly with his back to her. He raised his hand, and a dark light flashed in the palm of his hand. Feng Zhiwei recognized it as Mrs. Feng who had given it to her when they were in the grassland. relic.

Hua Qiong was telling her in her own way that she would never forget the grassland oath.

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and heard someone whispering in the wind, a gentle voice that had long gone away.

There was a faint green grass-like breath coming from behind, and someone floated over silently. Unlike many people, they did not hold the lonely woman in their arms and give them tenderness at this moment, but just stood behind her intently. Three feet away, eat walnuts.

There was a pile of walnut shells on the ground. He stood among the pile of shells and spoke dryly and slurred, without raising his eyes or glancing at the woman, and said: "I'm here."

Feng Zhiwei’s eyes slightly curved, with a warm smile, she turned around and dusted off the walnut crumbs on Young Master Gu’s clothes, and said, “Yes, it’s good that you are here.”

Suddenly I heard the sound of carriages and horses, and turned around to see a guard of honor approaching. It turned out to be Ning Yi's. Feng Zhiwei ducked to the side of the road, but Ning Yi had already seen her, stopped the sedan, and opened the curtain. He smiled and said, "Is Marquis Wei seeing off his friend?"

"His Royal Highness asked." Feng Zhi looked at his nose and heart slightly, "Send Chinese ginseng to leave the capital."

Ning Yi stared at her, nodded, and said: "We must say goodbye after a thousand miles, so it seems that Marquis Wei does not need to be too sad."

Feng Zhiwei wondered which of your eyes saw my sadness? In front of the group of officials led by Ning Yi, he put on a fake smile and burst into tears of gratitude, "Your Highness is really thoughtful. I was immediately moved and was not sad anymore."

Some people chuckled, Feng Zhiwei looked blank, but Ning Yi was not angry at all, and said calmly: "Since the Marquis of Wei is here, you might as well send me off as well."

"Where are you going, Your Highness?"

"Your Majesty wants to build a palace in Luo County. He ordered me to take people from the Ministry of Industry to check out the terrain and choose a suitable place before we can start building it."

Feng Zhiwei's eyes flashed - Luo County is a suburban county of the Imperial Capital and has always been famous for its beautiful scenery. It is normal for Emperor Tiansheng to want to build a palace here, but Ning Yi would never talk nonsense to her on such occasions. , Feng Zhiwei thought about it, and had a vague idea in mind - Luo County has developed water and land transportation, guarding the entrance to the imperial capital, close to the Huwei Camp, and can go to the Jianghuai River in the south and Hedong in the north. I am afraid that this palace was also built by the emperor. Qianqiu Sheji plans to build another shelter for the descendants of the dynasty.