The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 564:

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This is the last heir of Emperor Tiansheng. With such a prince, the inheritance of imperial power of the Tian family will have greater changes. Anyone with a clear head should understand that if a city like Ning Yi is in trouble, The adult prince has to ascend the throne, and there will be a lot more resistance to what she wants to do in the future.

She always understood.

Otherwise, Jingguo would not have quietly carved the words "Qian Qian Huang Temple" after thinking about it all night.

The vows made, all kinds of entanglements, and countless hesitations and embarrassments in life.

Her lifelong determination and cruelty finally had to be quietly shaken off in front of this man.

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and sighed in her heart.

Mom, forgive me.

I promise you that I will work hard to fulfill the oath written in blood on your grave that year, but please allow me to retain a little freedom of heart.

Let me give up this opportunity.

Let me try to trust him again.

When she opened her eyes again, there was nothing in her eyes. She looked at Ning Yi, smiled lightly, and handed over the child in her arms without saying anything.

Ning Yi's posture was calm when he took the child, but there was a slight shock in his eyes.

Only he knew that this simple action was not easy for Feng Zhiwei.

Only he knows that she is no ordinary woman. She has no simple trust in her life. Her past and choices make her untrustworthy.

The moment he held the little baby in his arms, his hands trembled, but his smile was as peaceful as ever, just like hers.

He thought that maybe she didn't know what he understood at the moment.

As she thought, maybe he didn't know that she was letting go at this moment.

For them.

This moment is the closest distance between my heart and my heart in my life.

But they all thought that the other party didn't know.

After handing the child to Ning Yi, Feng Zhiwei watched as Ning Yi carefully wrapped him in his cloak, mounted his horse and left.

The team of men in black had wiped out all of Shaoning's men and were now collecting the corpses neatly, in groups of two, throwing the corpses into a dark carriage that arrived at an unknown time, and then quietly Drive away.

Tomorrow, Shaoning's men will disappear silently from this world. No one knows their origins, and no one knows their whereabouts.

This was the first time that Feng Zhiwei witnessed the secret game between the royal brothers and sisters, the fierce and decisive killing with real knives.

There are not only hidden plots lurking in the court, but also blood splattered with real swords and guns.

Human life is nothing more than a royal sacrifice, with no regard for it.

Every prince has a group of dead soldiers under his care. Every prince has experienced countless assassinations since he grew up.

Feng Zhiwei felt a little awe-inspiring in her heart, feeling that the wind on this early summer night was also very cold.

She stood still in the alley, watching Ning Yi's back walking away, vaguely thinking about where Concubine Qing had gone, and how she had been "accidentally bumped into" by forcing her away from the wall of the imperial temple. Who is the person who encountered this murderous intention? What does this have to do with anything?

She watched Ning Yi's men fill in the tunnel with great skill and carefully put the broken vat back into place. After thinking for a while, she decided to go back to sleep.

She went back along the old road. In fact, she and Ning Yi's mansion were in the same direction. However, she estimated that Ning Yi should arrange the whereabouts of the child at this moment, so she deliberately did not go with Ning Yi and let him make his own arrangements to avoid suspicion. the meaning of.

She climbed over the ridges of numerous walls and roofs, flying with a roar of wind. There was always a slight gloom in her heart, and she ran so fast that she felt almost vented.

Then she suddenly saw a dark shadow flashing in front of her.

The flying figure seemed familiar from a distance. Feng Zhiwei frowned and followed it subconsciously.

The man had excellent light skills. She followed him from a distance and saw that there was a tree in front of him, which was also a hidden corner of the alley. Then the man suddenly disappeared.

Feng Zhiwei was just startled when he heard a slight "chi."

This voice is so familiar that she hears it an average of seventeen or eight times every time. She has completely developed a sensitivity and knows that someone will die when she hears this voice.

Somehow, her heart sank when she heard this voice, as if some kind of secret hope and beauty in her heart were suddenly cut off by a sharp blade and sank.

This inexplicable premonition made her stop at the wall, not wanting to go forward for a moment.

It seems that as soon as you step forward, something will collapse in front of your eyes, and you can never put it back together.

She hesitated on the wall for a moment, and then she wanted to turn around.

Far ahead in the alley corner, a person had already turned around, followed by two more people.

It’s Ning Yi.

Feng Zhiwei’s eyes first fell on the bundle in his arms.

Then she shook.

The moonlight fell coldly, a miserable blue color, and underneath the sapphire-like color that had been buried in the earth for thousands of years, there was a rich color of blood.

There was a bright light in the blood, the cold light of a metal weapon.

A short knife was inserted into the baby's chest.

The child's mouth was slightly open, as if he was still crying just a moment ago. The luster in his wide-open eyes was gone, like stiff abacus beads, glowing with a deadly black color.

His cheeks were still so thin and soft, but they had lost their previous rosiness, leaving only a sad white color, flickering like white paper in the moonlight.

The little life ends shortly after birth.

He will not die in his mother's womb, nor in the hands of the woman who induced labor, nor in that person's cruelty.

Died from just letting go.

Under the moonlight, Feng Zhiwei's face was as pale as the dead child.

She stared at the little corpse closely, and then slowly turned her gaze to Ning Yi, her eyes full of disbelief.

What is unbelievable is not this decisive killing, but some kind of knowing deception.

Ning Yi also lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He seemed to be looking at the little corpse. After a long sigh, he handed the blood-stained ball to the subordinate behind him.

Then he seemed to give an order.

Feng Zhiwei stared at the shape of his mouth.

He is saying: "Don't let her know..."

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes.