The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 499:
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"What about you?" Master Gu was also a little worried about his daughter, but he still asked her first.
"What can happen to me?" Feng Zhi smiled, "No matter how hard the regent is for me, he will definitely not dare to let anything happen to me in Xiliang. He wants to befriend Tiansheng, not to fight. Don't worry. Yes."
Master Gu thought for a while and said, "I'll be here soon." Then he went out, and Feng Zhiwei pushed aside the two dancers beside him to persuade him to drink, took a cup, and walked to the terrace connected to the corridor on the side of the palace. It was quiet here. Surrounded by flowing water, clear waves rippled, and the footsteps on the corridor wood brushed with tung oil made the sound of footsteps sound clear and clear, spreading far away.
Turn around a corner and you will find the terrace. The vast water surface reflects the sparkling stars. A cool breeze blows over the waves, causing the light purple palace lanterns on the four flagpoles to spread out like a piece of light purple satin. On the white wooden floor.
But someone has already arrived first.
The man was leaning on the railing, facing the lake and facing the wind. The wind blew his black hair like satin, and his back was long and straight.
Feng Zhiwei stopped and took a careful look at the back. The next moment she turned around and left.
"Peony."
The somewhat ridiculous call came from behind. Feng Zhiwei's back stiffened, then she turned around and said with a dazed smile: "Which maid are you calling? Do you need me to help you find her?" ”
The man turned around slowly, half-leaning on the wooden railing, and looked deeply at her. Although it was an unfamiliar face, his eyes were as bright as before. He looked at the young man in brocade robes and jade crowns opposite him, and his eyes flashed for a moment. A little strangeness and pain passed, and then it was replaced by calmness and gentleness.
"I'm calling my fugitive concubine." He turned away and stared at the sparkling lake. "She is eighteen years old. She is from Tiansheng. She was captured by me at the Battle of Baitou Cliff in the 14th year of Changxi. She volunteered to be a prisoner." My concubine lived with me for a long time in Uruan, Dayoshiura City, and she was so loved that I planned to make her my concubine after the year. Just when I was happily repairing my watch and preparing to report it to the court, she colluded with her accomplices and sneaked into Uruan. Pour into my lake, hurt my body, besiege my city, and then go and come back to completely deceive me one more time, deceive me into believing that she will loyally surrender, deceive me into taking her to the tower to persuade the enemy to retreat, deceive me into thinking that she will surrender loyally. From now on, I can join hands with her to see the majesty of these mountains and rivers - and then, in front of me, she will draw her bow, smash the wall, jump from the city, and escape."
He spoke the last eight words one by one, like a heavy carved bow that resolutely hit the bricks of the towering city wall, shattering into dust.
Feng Zhiwei stood silently with her hands behind her hands, listening very seriously. The shadow of the palace lantern hit her face, swaying into a blurry shadow.
"Marquis Wei..." Jin Siyu came forward slowly. This soft call seemed to be more terrifying than the calm and hateful tone just now, "Tell me, such a Man, for such a cold-blooded woman who bullies me and betrays my sincerity, should I pursue her in the world until death?"
He approached step by step. Feng Zhiwei did not feel uncomfortable or retreat. She stood calmly on the spot, looked up at him, and suddenly smiled.
Her misty autumn smile blooms in the cool and humid autumn wind in the south, like a pure white orchid, blooming in an instant, and thousands of miles away, the country is suddenly filled with the fragrance of a king.
Jin Siyu was startled when he saw her smile, and felt a little dazed for a moment.
"Is this respectable and admirable concubine called Shaoyao?" Feng Zhiwei said softly, "Although the name is vulgar, the character is not vulgar. Although I don't know her, I admire her very much—— The two countries are at war, fighting on the battlefield with white knives entering and red knives coming out is a war, and fighting off the field with intrigues and deceptions as you come and go is also a war. This Shaoyao girl loses the open battle and wins the secret battle. She will not lose my national prestige. Very good, just saying After all, we are just a draw with you. I don’t mind being your prisoner and enduring humiliation. Why do you have to mind if the enemy takes advantage of you and suffers a small loss?"
Jin Siyu stood still, looking at the young man under the moon. He had thought about the scene of meeting many times, but he never thought that at this moment, a man and woman with such a delicate relationship met for the first time after separation, and she could still talk about it. As for her calm demeanor, he should actually have thought of it, but he just didn't want to think about it or guess. However, when he finally saw her today, she was even more ruthless than he imagined.
He stood there in silence, listening to the light and cold words, and felt that his heart seemed to be severely twisted by ruthless hands, and there were waves of pain that turned upside down, so painful that he almost wanted to hold his heart and press it. The heart that fell into the ice water was dug out.
After half a year of separation, during the affairs of the court, every time I met that name, that person was brilliant in wisdom, that person was prosperous, that person was in charge of the court, that person was alone in the world, hearing those glorious and dazzling deeds, but it felt like he was just across the street. Looking at another person through the glass, behind the misty frost flowers, there is such a face - delicate, delicate, with slightly red eyebrows and shining eyes, and a smile that is a little absent-minded, but it is easy to see Softhearted.
Such a completely different face.
He often gets distracted and falls into a trance.
I always think of reading opposite each other in the late night when the wind and rain knocked on the window, of holding each other's hands slowly baking in front of the warm brazier, of her dignified and graceful companion by my side on New Year's Eve, of his back on his back in the garden. Severely injured and weak, she moved forward slowly. Her warm breath brushed on the back of his neck, remembering what she told him during the negotiation in the study room - Congratulations to His Highness, Prince An, for being an unparalleled scholar in the country. The territory of the world is within the palm of your hand!
Thinking of these, I can no longer think about what happened next. However, if I don’t want to, I can’t let myself go. I open the curtain and walk, and I always see that lazy smiling face from time to time. The farther away she is from the end of the world, the farther forward my memory goes.
Just like you can’t hear the name, you still have to hear it all the time.
To this day, what he hates is the memory related to her, which recorded the biggest frustration and loss in his life, or is he just hating that she was pretending to be gentle and gentle from beginning to end? So decisive in the end?
Those smiles at each other, the exchanges in the eyes, the secret words in the palms of the hands - they are all fake, they are all fake.
He knew this was the case, but he still refused to accept that he had fallen to such a low level in the hearts of others, so he came and stood in front of her almost masochistically, listening to her once again being indifferent and using the justice of the country as a countermeasure.
This man is so ruthless that it hurts people to the core of their bones.
He suddenly smiled coldly.
A man with such an elegant and gentle temperament, when he smiles like this, is like a wounded wolf with its head raised and howling at the moon, roaring at the dark sky, bleeding wounds.