The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 607:

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He saw endless blackness and depth in her eyes, which became empty because too many things were retained. Such darkness was fearless but sad, as if she was waiting for the final swan song of fate.

Looking at each other silently, at both ends of the long street.

In the middle is paper money flying like snow.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes finally slowly fell on the oncoming coffin, her face was white and calm, she reined in, dismounted, moved to the side of the road, and bowed.

The people on all sides admired the demeanor of the great scholar Wei and admired the kindness of the great scholar Wei to the great scholar Xin.

According to folklore, Academician Wei voluntarily accompanied his mentor to prison.

Fortunately, the good man is safe.

When the Golden Flowers heard such praise, their pale faces turned red and their whole bodies trembled.

Xin Ziyan still looks the same, standing stupidly in the August wind.

Then he continued forward with a blank look on his face.

Accompanied by the coffin, under the gaze of everyone, under the held breaths of the seven aunts, and under the nervous gaze of Jin Yuwei holding the knife, he walked step by step towards Feng Zhiwei.

Walk up to Feng Zhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei stood silently.

Xin Ziyan raised his head blankly.

Then.

Rubbing shoulders.

Passed by.

The wind was blowing leisurely from all sides, stirring black butterflies and white paper money. The Xin family just walked straight past, brushing her shoulders, as if the person bowing in the corner never existed.

The greatest hatred is not the shouting and yelling in the street. The hatred that can be cursed is not deep enough.

The greatest hatred comes from the powerful and violent force deep in the heart, which can only be expressed with suppressed silence.

Words can’t kill, so there’s no need to waste them.

But if you have any energy, save it for revenge.

Feng Zhiwei was silent on the street corner. Those people never said a word again, but she seemed to hear the bones of those walking around being squeezed desperately, making a rattling sound that was about to break.

When the entire team had passed, she straightened up, mounted her horse, and moved forward, her face as calm as before.

When they see their enemies, they use all their strength to squeeze out their hatred.

When she saw her enemy, she knelt down to him with all her strength, shed tears and thanked him.

No one is more miserable than anyone else. The only thing that is miserable is the endless cycle of heaven.

She was a little lost on the horse and didn't notice that Zong Chen, who was following her, frowned slightly as he looked at the backs of the Xin family.

Feng Zhiwei seemed to be calm, but in fact, her mind was in a trance after all, but Zong Chen felt Xin Ziyan's powerful murderous intention towards Feng Zhiwei.

He frowned, thinking that it would be fine if Feng Zhiwei repeatedly warned that certain matters that happened in the imperial capital should not be known to Grassland and Xiliang, but there were some things that he could not let go.

The Blood Pagoda is loyal to its owner, but it is not obedient. In the Iron Rules of the Blood Pagoda in Dacheng's secret files, the founding emperor of Dacheng once ordered that as long as it is beneficial to the owner, or there is something that the Blood Pagoda considers to endanger the owner. In matters of life, Blood Pagoda has the right to self-determination.

Whatever she can't do or doesn't want to do, he can do it.

Zong Chen raised his head, thought for a moment, and made a gesture. Immediately, there were a few ordinary-looking guards, who naturally fell a few steps behind, and then disappeared silently around the corner of the street.

Ten miles outside the city, Luojiao Mountain has beautiful scenery and good terrain. Many dignitaries in the capital have enclosed the land as a family burial place.

Xin Ziyan bought a mountain and buried Fat Ahua high on the top of the mountain. It was high up there and could see far away. Xin Ziyan thought Ahua would like it there. She liked to climb high and always said that climbing If you get higher, you might be able to see the old houses in the countryside of Hanoi.

The old house in the countryside of Hanoi has actually been dilapidated for a long time. Last year, Xin Ziyan quietly sent people back to repair the house. He was planning to live there for a few years. After His Highness ascended the throne, he took Ahua to retire and return to his hometown to give her a surprise. He was still behind the mountain. I found a geomantic treasure land and planned to bury A-Hua there together in the future.

There will be no more surprises in this life. He did not carry a coffin and was buried in Hanoi. On the one hand, he is not free yet. On the other hand, he still has things to do in the Imperial Capital. When he is finished, his life may be lost. , let the golden flowers be sent back together for burial when the time comes.

He said this to the Golden Flowers calmly, and the sisters-in-law burst into tears. He felt annoyed and drove them away.

When the last handful of soil fell on the grave, he carefully spread it with his hands, lay down in front of the grave, and waved to the funeral procession to go back.

The servants of the Xin family dare not disobey the master's orders, not to mention that there are guards from the Jin Yuwei present.

A group of guards stood three feet away, not wanting to disturb the bachelor. Xin Ziyan leaned on the grave and thought blankly for a long time, then took out a bottle of wine, raised his head and drank.

His drinking capacity was not very good, and he was depressed. He drank half of the pot and became drunk. When he raised his hand, the wine pot spun down and fell into the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain.

The mountains were humid, and wisps of white mist rolled up. Xin Ziyan stretched out his hand and said with a silly smile: "Ahua, you are here? Hey, why are you wearing white clothes? I remember that you hate white clothes the most. ”

He stumbled and reached out for a hug, but the hug was empty, and he fell on the grave with a thud. He simply hugged the grave and rubbed it, muttering: "Don't slap me in the face, it won't be easy to see people tomorrow..."

Suddenly he said drunkenly: "Your face is so cold...Are you crying?...I asked you to give that bran bun to the boss...don't give it to me...I'm not hungry..."

The fog around him was getting heavier and heavier. Jin Yuwei was a little worried when he saw his drunken state in the distance. He was afraid that he would slip and fall off the cliff. He wanted to get closer and take a closer look. As soon as he reached the edge of the fog, he fell down silently. Go down.

Xin Ziyan didn't realize it, hugging the grave and mumbling about old things.

A man suddenly walked out of the white mist.

The man was also dressed in white, tall and handsome, with a purple jade flute around his waist, the emerald green tassel swinging leisurely in the wind.

He walked over calmly, looked down at Xin Ziyan, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally sighed slowly.

"I promised him that I would protect him with my life, no matter whose life it was."

Then he reached out his hand.

Xin Ziyan hugged the grave tightly, closed his eyes, and focused on being with Fat Ahua.

The fog suddenly fluctuated.

A figure suddenly flashed in the rich white, revealing a black robe corner and a faint crimson collar. It lit up like a flame. There was a crackle in the air from all sides, and the mountain wind was like a fist, covering the head and face. Xiang Zongchen covered himself.