The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 585:
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That was the answer given by a sixteen-year-old girl before the waves in the South China Sea. It went back and forth in my heart countless times but never came out.
Today, resorting to language has become a satire.
Her slightly lowered face was covered by her long scattered hair, and there was a faint glimmer of light at an angle that no one could see.
Ning Yi stood silently on the dead branch of the cold moon, his clothes floating in the wind like running water.
After a long time, Feng Zhiwei raised his head, his expression was as usual, and he smiled at Ning Yi and said, "It's night, your highness, please rest early."
Ning Yi looked at her, there was no disappointment or anger in his eyes, only deep sadness.
This journey has come to this day, and all my efforts and efforts have finally failed to turn the tide of destiny.
He tried hard to push her forward, but she insisted on standing where she was, guarding the snowy morning that year.
It’s all fate, it’s all fate.
"My heart will always be where it should be, or one day it will be overturned by the rivers and seas."
Since some oaths and determinations cannot be erased by human power, it is better to follow her path and follow her all the way.
He smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Zhiwei, let me spend one last night with you."
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, and then said: "We have known each other for five years and have never spent the New Year together."
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, hugged the quilt, and slowly fell asleep, facing the wall.
There were gentle footsteps behind me, someone closed the window, and his faint breath filled the room. In that year of trance, in front of the frozen lake in winter, white plum blossoms brushed against the white skirt of the moon.
The bed sank slightly, and his slender figure was reflected on the wall. He pressed her shoulders. Feng Zhiwei did not look back, but said softly: "Why don't you kill me?"
Ning Yi didn’t speak for a while behind him. He seemed to be thinking about this issue as well. He smiled briefly for a while and said, "Zhiwei, I will kill everyone in the world, but I don’t want to kill you."
"But from today on." Feng Zhiwei still closed her eyes, "I hope you will regard me as your enemy."
There was no movement behind her. After a while, his fingers caressed her cheek carefully, and his fingertips were cold.
The cold fingertips slowly moved on the cheeks, but there was a trail of moist water under the fingers, which was cooler than the fingertips. It slowly cooled in the whispering wind on New Year's Eve.
No one has the warmth to warm up the bone-chilling cold.
The moonlight slowly passes through the long window, and the reflection on the wall is long and slanted, like the bond along the way, no matter how far it is stretched, it will eventually end.
After a long, long time, the figure on the wall raised his head slightly and covered his eyes with his hands.
His voice was slightly hoarse and he answered: "Okay."
The wind was howling that night, and it picked up thousands of layers of falling snow, covering the entire body.
The moonlight flickered that night, illuminating the corridor where no one was leaning. A white plum blossom quietly withered under the window sill, and I didn’t know whether it was snowflakes or plum blossoms all over the ground.
Feng Zhiwei, who was extremely tired, finally fell asleep in that position, hoping in her vague sleep that she would never wake up.
The dream was still hazy when I fell asleep. The dream was full of gorgeous and cool atmosphere. In the dream, someone held a paper umbrella across the abandoned bridge and faced a crystal wall. Suddenly the crystal shattered silently, and I saw the ancient temple under the wind in the cold moon sky. Abandoned temple, who smiled in front of the abandoned temple and handed over a reed flower. The reed flower swayed in the sea tide, filled with the fragrance of wisteria. She bit it down with a smile, but what she chewed was the slightly astringent pine nut of Jiyang Mountain. In a blink of an eye, the cliff The cliff swoops in, and who is hugging whom on the cliff, facing the vast mountains and sea, while the stars and the moon are slowly rotating on all sides, a pot of wine in the Duobao is full of fragrance, and suddenly someone flicks his sleeves and smashes the wine pot in the imperial capital. At Wangdu Bridge, she cried loudly in the dripping water.
Yes, no, this night was a confusing and confusing dream.
She walked step by step in such a spiral of recollection. In the haze, someone kept leaning on her side, putting his hand on her cheek, caressing it over and over again. Whose breath came closer in the haze, but in the hazy place, Finally, she had to leave with a sigh. When it was almost dawn, someone slowly leaned over and pressed a cool kiss on her forehead. At the moment when they were closest to each other, she clearly felt a moist vapor filling her eyes. But he didn’t know if it was his own or his.
The sun rises faintly, and the familiar atmosphere in the room disperses one by one, like frost flowers on the glass, turning into running water little by little without leaving a trace.
She sat up slowly and heard the announcement from the outer courtyard. The imperial decree announcing her return to Beijing had arrived.
She held the brocade quilt tightly and smoothed the slightly wet quilt that night.
This year's New Year's Eve passed like this. In the 18th year of Changxi's reign, he quietly but yet brazenly knocked on the door of heaven and earth.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she set off back to Beijing. Before leaving, there was the last official letter on her desk that required her execution - the daughter of the Qiu family requested to reconcile with her husband.
Qiu Yuluo's self-defense statement was eloquently written and handed over to her desk together with the official documents. In it, the big book specifically stated that her husband was **** and had a weird personality, and that he had suffered all kinds of hardships as a result.
She and the Li family have broken up, and now she has moved out of the Li family and lives alone in the temple. As the first divorced woman who dared to talk about the privacy of her couple's bed in court, she was ridiculed as an immoral slut, and was criticized by thousands of people. She was despised by all the people, and the Li family even threatened that anyone who sentenced her to divorce would fight to death. The Jianghuai government did not dare to take on the case, and delayed it until later in the year, when it was finally brought before her.
Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time in front of the thick legal documents, thinking about her cousin's indulgent and noble temperament. She could do this despite the ridicule of the world. The persistent love in her heart must have been burning like a fire.
At Concubine Chang's birthday party that year, she had already seen Qiu Yuluo's feelings for Ning Yi. She originally thought that she would restrain herself when she got married, but she didn't want a dead husband to make her rekindle.
And the young master of the Li family was ruined by his own hands.
Destiny is destined, and the cycle is unhappy.
Many years ago, Lan Xiangyuan was indignant and took action to let Zi Dan fly away. Years later, the splattered blood finally fell at his feet.
Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly, almost desolately.
Immediately, I picked up my pen and wrote down one word at a time at the end of the thick file.
"Accurate."
In February of the eighteenth year of Changxi, Feng Zhiwei returned to Beijing. In March, because he was appointed as the chief envoy of Jianghuai Road and made great contributions to the construction of the Beijing-Huaihe Canal, he was appointed to the cabinet as a bachelor of Yongshou Palace.