The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 495:
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The snow-white and delicate gold silk is pressed onto the cooked letter, and there are a bunch of circles drawn on it, and there are also small circles inside the circles, a bunch of circles with no technical content. The circles may be beautiful to draw, but they are still crooked, and they are not suitable for writing. Procrastination is definitely not the work of an expert, it is just a little better than that of a young learner.
This is... the painting of a world-famous national scholar?
"Well, the style is special!" The regent is a regent after all, and he is by no means ordinary. After a brief shock, he immediately answered the question, then turned around, determined not to look at the painting, nor to Feng Zhiwei. Any chance he had to be humble, he changed the subject with a slight smile, "Marquis Wei, everything in Longjiang Post is simple, and I dare not detain the Marquis of Wei. The Huitong Pavilion has been renovated to treat the Marquis of Wei. I am here specially to offer my personal tribute." The Marquis of Wei drove into Beijing."
He did not mention a word about what had happened before, and his tone of voice was affectionate without losing his self-esteem, which was just right. Feng Zhiwei also seemed to have made the previous angry accusations not hers, and kept giving in, saying how dare she work for the regent to welcome him personally. Please come back quickly. Wei Zhi will be escorted to the capital by the Ministry of Rites. The two talked harmoniously and went out hand in hand. They laughed at each other so much that everyone holding their hearts in their arms breathed a long sigh of relief.
Xiliang was fortunate that Envoy Tiansheng was also aware of current affairs and did not persist and would not allow him to step down. Tiansheng was glad that the regent was able to bend and stretch, and Yuzun deigned to handle the matter personally, finally giving him a step. People on both sides stood on that step, looked at each other, smiled, and temporarily stopped fighting.
Feng Zhiwei and the Regent held hands and laughed at each other on the steps, both smiling cordially and heartily.
There was no smile in his eyes.
On the sixth day of July in the fifteenth year of Tiansheng Li Changxi's reign, the Tiansheng envoy team led by Feng Zhiwei finally entered Jincheng under the welcome of the regent.
When her envoy team entered the city, the streets of Jincheng were deserted, and the long streets were crowded with people, vying to see the unparalleled elegance of Tiansheng's envoy.
Feng Zhiwei smiled and waved on the horse with a graceful demeanor, which made the girls from Xiliang scream with joy. They rained flowers and fruits on them, but Master Gu took them all away, filling a basket full of them. .
Feng Zhiwei smiled stiffly and disliked the long street, which made her face hurt. Suddenly she felt a thorn in her back. She tilted her head slightly and searched around behind her with her eyes. However, the person was too crowded. There are so many, and there are shops and restaurants all around behind you, so it’s impossible to understand the feeling of being watched closely.
She turned back and continued moving forward as if nothing had happened.
In a teahouse ten feet away from her, behind the half-closed long windows, someone stood quietly, wearing a dark blue auspicious cloud-patterned brocade robe that was low-key and gorgeous, making her eyes shine brightly on her gentle face.
The streets were crowded with heads, but his eyes always followed the back of a person in the center of the crowd.
At this moment, the capital is covered with crowns, people are pouring into the capital, colorful silks are dancing, and the dignity and excitement are all for that person.
His mortal enemy.
His enemy.
His... concubine.
The fierce warrior who broke into the camp alone at the foot of Baitou Cliff to fight against thousands of troops, the prisoner of peony who was tortured and tested in Puyuan's secret prison, the concubine beside him in the study room of the inner courtyard whose red sleeves add fragrance, and the concubine beside the Ningbi Lake. The planner who stirred up the storm in the city, the negotiator who came back with a lotus tongue on New Year's Eve, and the jumper who resolutely drew his bow despite the clouds and rain at the top of Pucheng.
One person has many faces, ever-changing. I thought she was his, and she would really be his, but in the end, she was always just that Tiansheng, who was so talented and beautiful that he toyed with others. The first minister.
Those days spent with her were filled with surprises, joys and surprises, and my heart had already been clenched tightly by her overturning methods without knowing when, and its ups and downs depended on others.
At the end, she deceived with a smile and let go decisively. As soon as Pucheng City jumped, he dropped his hand and grasped the cold wind with snow in his hands, as if grabbing his own heart that was instantly folded and discarded. .
At that time, a hem of her clothes rustled in the wind between his fingers. When he loosened his fingers, the hem of the cloth instantly turned to dust.
She is the kind of liar who can tell lies that seem more real than the truth.
She deceived him so hard.
His Royal Highness King An of Dayue, Jin Siyu, stared at the back of her. It was the first time he saw her walking around in men's clothing after not seeing each other for more than half a year. She seemed unfamiliar, but in fact, she was familiar. She was indelible in his bones. It was a dignified and calm way to go that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.
It was a pleasant surprise to hear that she was doing better and better. She was flourishing in Tiansheng's official circles and was invincible. She was even given the important task of being envoy to Xiliang.
A smile appeared on Jin Siyu's lips, still gentle, but there was a complex meaning in the gentleness, which seemed sad and cold.
"What are you looking at, Your Highness?" Someone beside him suddenly interrupted. The man came forward with a smile. Jin Siyu's guards seemed to be familiar with this man, and they bowed silently and retreated.
Jin Siyu looked away without looking back. He took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It's so lively."
The man squeezed to his side and looked down. There was a complicated meaning in his eyes for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Xiliang is really lively - does your Highness know this Tiansheng envoy?"
He tilted his head and looked at Jin Siyu with a smile. He had a long body, a scarlet brocade robe, and a pair of peach blossom eyes. When he looked at people, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, sullen yet free, chic and elegant.
"How can I have the chance to know the Marquis of Wei? But I have been famous for a long time." Jin Siyu smiled and asked casually, "Do you know the young prince?"
"I live in a secluded corner, and I am not allowed to enter the imperial capital unless I am summoned. How can I have the chance to meet such a big shot in the imperial court?" The young man was also laughing, but in his laughter, it sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
"This person is very human." Jin Siyu raised his chin in the direction where Feng Zhiwei's back disappeared, "Young prince, you'd better be careful."
I thought that the proud and arrogant son of the feudal lord would disdain to refute this, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sound. Jin Siyu turned his head in shock and saw the young man staring in that direction for a long time, and said slowly: " One day I will have to be careful about calling him."
Jin Siyu's eyes flashed, but he didn't ask. He only smiled and patted his shoulder, saying: "The young prince is very talented. I have heard about it in Vietnam. This man is just an ordinary minister. He has better luck." That's all, how can we take care of the young prince? It's just that this person is in Jincheng now, and you and I will inevitably have to meet him, so it's better to be careful."