The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 494:

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But what does it feel like?

Gu Nanyi wanted to ask clearly, but he intuitively felt that Feng Zhiwei would not tell him the answer. Everything else about her was clear to him, except that every time he got closer, she acted weird. I guess If he asked her, she would educate her on the saying "men and women cannot be intimate with each other".

Gu Nanyi is a studious and perseverant child. According to his previous belief in learning martial arts - if you can't pass it, just get over it. Don't be afraid of the hurdles. Try a few times and it will fall into place.

So he decided not to waste time getting confused and just try a few more times.

So he stretched out his hand and decided to hold Feng Zhiwei in his arms and do it again.

Feng Zhiwei had already woken up. When he moved his hand, she immediately turned over and looked at the corner of red. Her heart also felt a little jump, remembering that he had licked the corner of her lips earlier. Liquid, but at that time he was calm and disapproving, just tasting the wine, and she just laughed it off, but now it seems that it is a little... different?

So he quickly jumped over the table to the other end of the painting desk in embarrassment, and said with a dry smile: "Wutao... let's paint walnuts..."

Gu Nanyi glanced at her and estimated the distance between the desk and the desk. He estimated that he could catch her across the desk, but it might be difficult not to overturn the inkstone, because Feng Zhiwei's reaction was different from that of the desk. The more he practiced Qing Gong, the better he got. Suddenly he felt a little annoyed, feeling that he had been giving too much advice to Feng Zhiwei's martial arts.

In an instant, Master Gu made a decision. He felt that Feng Zhiwei's martial arts skills were good enough to the current level and there was no need to get any better. Anyway, as long as she needed it, he would be responsible for protecting her.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know that at this moment, Master Gu had made a rare selfish decision about her. She lowered her head and wet the ink with her pen to cover up the redness on her face. She wrote the ink on the paper while writing. She was thinking about how to talk to the young master to change his more and more shocking little actions recently.

Her pen traced on the paper, while clearing her throat, she said as gently as possible: "Nanyi, this is how the walnut is drawn, a circle, not too round, just an ordinary round..."

"Walnut meat." The young master reminded her, remembering to draw his favorite walnut meat.

"Oh." Feng Zhiwei thought while drawing another circle in the circle carelessly. The young master looked at it unsatisfied, feeling that this circle seemed different from the walnut meat he ate every day.

Feng Zhiwei was drawing walnut meat, but suddenly inspiration came to him, and he quickly said: "Hey, Nan Yi, if you want to eat walnut meat from a walnut, you have to break its shell, but people are not walnuts, so they can't think Whatever happens, you have to protect and respect other people’s shells. You can’t knock them, peel them off, etc., ah?”

"No knocking, no peeling." Master Gu disagreed.

"This is a metaphor, a metaphor!" Feng Zhiwei lamented, thinking that such a difficult problem could not be explained clearly to the young master for a while. It was impossible to say it directly, but honestly I had to pay attention to myself, so I had to finish three strokes in two, put the pen aside, and said, "It's done, Hutao."

Ning Cheng was drinking in the distance. When he heard this sentence, he looked over and the drink shot out three feet with a pop.

Master Gu looked over and took out another melon from the bag for comparison. He felt that it seemed a bit similar, but he didn't know what was wrong. He turned around to look at a melon on the table and felt that the thing seemed to be... It looks more like.

I was just about to express my opinion when I suddenly heard some noise outside, and then it became quiet. Then I heard the footsteps of a person, who was striding towards the wing. The footsteps were not very loud, but carried a few Well-educated and restrained, the pace is neither fast nor slow, but neat and nimble, with no delay between lifting and lowering. It makes people feel that people who take such steps are energetic, decisive, and have the aura to control everything.

Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, thinking that there were not many people who could walk with such temperament and control.

Then I heard the man laugh and say: "I heard that the Marquis of Wei is rarely in elegance and is showing off his paintings? Can you show Xiao Wang some ideas?"

Feng Zhiwei stood up, and when the door curtain was lifted, the man had already entered with a smile.

Feng Zhiwei felt her eyes light up.

The man was dressed luxuriously, with a purple and gold ink crystal crown, a coral belt, and a dark green dragon king robe with twelve gold rows. He was shining brightly, but the brilliance all over his body could not suppress his outstanding temperament. But anyone who saw this man would be surprised. His clothes will never attract his attention first. The first thing he sees must be his eyes.

Those are a pair of vicissitudes of life and charming eyes. They are not too big, nor are they bright and unparalleled, but they are deep and distant. They seem to be a little melancholy. It is not a pretentious melancholy, but the kind of loneliness possessed by people who are born noble. , like the abyss water in the far north, with a hint of blue in the deep black, but as it turns, it seems to light up with flames, bewitching people's hearts, exciting and dancing, making people want to plunge in and turn into ashes. Two kinds of The contradictory eyes are blended into those eyes, intertwining into a unique charm that makes people almost fall into those eyes at a glance.

In Feng Zhiwei’s impression, men in their thirties are the most outstanding in their elegance and temperament. She once thought that Xin Ziyan was the most beautiful uncle, but compared with the Regent of Xiliang, this kind of man is unrivaled. Her beauty is less tempered by the world of mortals and is a bit frivolous, like a gorgeous mask that falls into the cherry blossom bushes when the wind blows.

The surprise was only for a moment. After all, she is a person who knows all about beautiful men. She immediately greeted him with a smile and said: "Is it His Royal Highness the Regent? Why didn't the post house notify you? It's really rude for me to go out to greet you. ."

"I asked them not to disturb you." The regent waved his hand, "I heard that the Marquis of Wei was painting, and I thought to myself that this is a rare opportunity, so don't be disturbed by bad guests like us. , Wei Hou’s calligraphy, not everyone can see it..." As he spoke, he walked calmly to the case. Before anyone arrived, he already praised casually, "Is this a painting by Wei Hou? Oh, it's really beautiful. She is pure, graceful and graceful, and has extraordinary charm... eh."

His fluent praise stopped abruptly when he saw the painting. Such a noble man who was used to being a provocateur actually got stuck in his words. He leaned against the desk and stared at the painting. For a moment, he couldn't express a single word. come out.