The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 469:

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"I think they are very willing." Ning Yi said lightly, "When it comes to your reputation in the eyes of Qingming and the common people in the world, I'm afraid you have already surpassed me."

Feng Zhiwei turned to look at him, but Ning Yi saw nothing unusual, "Times create heroes. Scholars and people need people like you as leaders. This position is not suitable for me. Zhiwei, go ahead. ”

Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyes, who in this world has a heart as clear as a mirror? You can see all the hidden thoughts behind the thick fog, but you stand far away, daring to let everything go.

"Go and rest. I see you are very tired." She pushed him.

Ning Yi hummed, gently let go, put down the rolled-up sleeves, and pinched her fingertips at the bottom of the sleeves. His fingers were warm, with the smooth feel of flour, and he rubbed them The familiar light fragrance lingered on the sleeves. Feng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, and his cold fingertips were gradually warmed. In such a gentle touch, it seemed as if there was a fine electric light passing through the body, causing a slight tremor.

She sat still, watching Ning Yi open the door and go out, his back disappearing into the increasingly dark night. The warm mist in the kitchen gradually settled down, faintly like frost on the glass, clinging to it. On the table, there was a layer of crystal water vapor, exuding a faint coldness. She slowly stretched out her fingers and unconsciously drew something on the table. However, when she was about to finish the painting, her body suddenly Trembling, he retracted his fingers.

After a long time she stood up, the warm mist had dissipated, and the kitchen became increasingly empty and cold. She slowly packed away the cold cakes, carefully wrapped them in mulberry paper, and prepared to take them on the road tomorrow to eat.

The cake in the paper bag exuded a faint scent of wisteria. In that aroma, she remembered that eating wisteria cake had been a fixed day for so many years.

Every year today.

Her birthday.

A real birthday.

Only on that day, my mother would take the trouble to pick the vines. Only some of the buds could be used to make cakes from a large bag. She had to clean, knead and roll the dough bit by bit. She had to go to the big kitchen to get the lard. Yes, they have always been conscious and self-respecting people. Only once a year, she agreed to let her mother go to the snobby women in the kitchen to make amends, because she knew that if she did not let her do this, she would feel that she had failed her. Don't let your mother accompany her through such days with a feeling of loss.

In those years, I didn’t know why my birthday was different from what my mother announced to the public, and I didn’t know why I always celebrated my birthday secretly. She asked, but my mother didn’t answer, and just stroked her head sadly. , said softly: "Zhiwei, one day you will understand."

Now she really understands, but it's too late.

After the heavy snowfall that year, she thought that she would never eat wisteria cake on any birthday again, nor did she plan to make it for herself. Some things just passed away, buried deeply, dug them out, but it was all in vain. Just an old wound.

Never thought that tonight, with an unintentional mention, she would encounter another scent of wisteria.

Feng Zhiwei pressed her hand on the chopping board, feeling the bone-chilling coldness, and there was a faint light in her eyes, filled with slight questions.

Tonight’s meal of wisteria cake, is it a coincidence, or...

She closed her eyes for a while and sighed.

Turn around, her frosty eyes enveloped the Imperial Temple, where two women with ulterior motives were plotting a cold plan under the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.

There, a new son of the dynasty is being gestated, waiting to be brought out at the most appropriate time to shake up the royal family tree. The fight for the throne is quiet but windy.

She thought deeply, picked up the paper bag, closed the kitchen door, walked slowly to the backyard, and sat down by the well that led directly to Prince Chu's Mansion.

The well water is clear, reflecting the hazy moon tonight, and the shadows of the trees on all sides are like countless pairs of fingers that are unable to stretch out and grasp.

She sat on the edge of the well, looking up at the moon for a long time, until she saw through the moonlight, shattered into clouds, and covered the morning light on the horizon.

At dawn, she slowly stood up and left the well platform with dew on her clothes.

The well is silent, as if it will remain silent forever, silently remembering the silence of this night.

The morning light came over like broken gold and hit the well platform.

There, in a corner that is not too eye-catching, there are two thin characters, which look like they were scratched on the bluestone along the well with nails using internal force.

"Imperial Temple."

At dawn, the carriages and horses were ready in the front yard, and the children, one large and one young, were already in high spirits waiting for her at the door.

Feng Zhiwei reluctantly packed herself up, thinking that she should have covered up the haggardness of not sleeping all night, but when Gu Nanyi saw her, she said: "I didn't sleep."

Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly and looked around, "Have you brought everything with you? Gu knows the big pillow that is necessary for sleeping every night..."

Something hit her leg. When she looked back, she saw that the young lady of the Gu family was holding a big pillow under her left arm and a cage under her right arm. The cage could not be lifted and was dragged on the ground. There were two of her arms on her shoulders. A monkey, the whole figure is like a group of moving strollers that are running rampant, causing the servants on all sides to run away.

Feng Zhiwei squatted down. The cage was very delicate, but there was nothing inside. What was this girl doing carrying a cage all the way?

She sincerely asked Miss Gu for advice. Miss Gu gave her a big look and said slowly: "I heard there are a lot of fun things over there."

Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized that the young lady of the Gu family had heard that there were many rare and exotic animals in Xiliang in southern Fujian, and she was planning to catch a pair of golden pen monkeys to expand the pet team.

"Then there's no need to bring a cage from here..." Feng Zhiwei taught earnestly, feeling that if this thing appeared in the imperial team on the mission to Xiliang, people would misunderstand that she was walking a bird and a running dog.

The young lady of the Gu family raised and raised the base of the cage without saying a word.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, the top of the cage woven with golden bamboo strips suddenly spread apart, and several originally curved strips suddenly bounced up. The tips of the strips were as sharp as arrows, piercing Feng Zhiwei's eyes!

Feng Zhiwei was bending down to ask, very close to the cage. She never thought that the cage of a child less than three years old could be a murder weapon. She was shocked and the strips were already approaching!

"嚓."

A hand suddenly reached out and lifted Feng Zhiwei away. Then with a flick of his fingers, the strips turned into green powder in mid-air and fell to the ground.