The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 622:

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He stood in front of the steps, clearly saw the attire of the person behind the Minister of Rites, and the white belt of the messenger, and took a deep breath.

"Your Highness." The Minister of Rites came forward to greet him and said in a low voice, "This is the envoy from the Huzhuo Ministry who came to announce the funeral, Shunyi..."

Ning Yi waved his hand and interrupted him. The envoy stepped forward and kowtowed. Just as he was about to speak sadly, Ning Yi reached out to hold him and said softly: "I already know that the envoy has worked hard to come from afar. My lord, please arrange for the envoy to go to the post house to rest. I will report this matter to Your Majesty, and he will receive posthumous honors and rewards, and there will be a favor in the future."

He couldn't help but take the funeral document and sent the inexplicable two people out with one hand. The Minister of Rites looked at him strangely and didn't understand why His Royal Highness the King of Chu stopped talking, so he had to take the envoy and hurried out.

Ning Yi took the document and walked back slowly. All the scholars in the hall noticed the scene outside. It was not a big event. It was impossible for the Minister of Rites to come to see him at this time, and they all looked at him with burning eyes.

Feng Zhiwei also looked outside just now, but the messenger was blocked by Ning Yi, so he couldn't see what happened. Ning Yi and the two people stood outside the door talking in a low voice. He couldn't hear what was said, but the details Hearing the low voice in his ears, it was dull and blurry, and his heart was beating for no reason, as if a nightmare suddenly came, weighing heavily on his heart. He wanted to break it, but he couldn't break it. He wanted to break it, but he was afraid of seeing blood when he broke out. result.

A great scholar next to me suddenly leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you, Great Scholar Wei?"

Feng Zhiwei then realized that her hands were shaking for some reason. She quickly concealed her smile and said, "It's a bit cold because of the wind and cold." She warmed her hands with a cup of tea.

At this time, Ning Yi had already come back. Facing the questioning eyes of all the important officials in the hall, he nodded calmly. While unfolding the documents in his hand, he walked towards Feng Zhiwei, blocking her body and saying : "I would like to inform all my lords that what I just received is the funeral news from the Huzhuo Department..."

"嚓......"

The tea cup in Feng Zhiwei's hand suddenly fell, and the lid of the tea cup tilted slightly in mid-air to spit out the hot tea.

Ning Yi had long been wary of her losing her composure in public. The clerk raised his palm to catch the tea cup. With a flick of his finger, the lid of the cup was reset, and then he quietly put the tea cup on the table.

His series of movements were as fast as lightning, and he kept leaning on the small table beside Feng Zhiwei to block everyone's view. No one saw Feng Zhiwei drop the tea.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know what he had done.

She just raised her head suddenly and looked at the funeral document with white background and black edges in Ning Yi's hand.

In an instant, his face turned white, and his eyes were filled with endless darkness!

"Bang..."

The wind suddenly started blowing outside the window, roaring and hitting the window lattice, slamming the unclosed window sash shut. Everyone was startled by the sudden loud noise. Only Feng Zhiwei still seemed to be listening but not seeing. He looked straight at the white document with black edges in Ning Yi's hand, his eyes seemed to be fixed there, lifeless.

Ning Yi's hands trembled.

With this tremor, Feng Zhiwei's eyes swayed as the funeral report moved, and then she seemed to wake up a little, and slowly stretched out her hand to get the funeral report.

Her outstretched hand was stiff, like a puppet.

While she stretched out her hand, she opened her mouth to speak, as if to say "Let me take a look," but when she opened her mouth, no word came out.

When her fingers touched the funeral report, Ning Yi seemed to want to withdraw his hand, but immediately stopped, sighed silently, and took the initiative to hand the funeral report to her hand.

Feng Zhiwei lowered her head to tear off the seal of the envelope, shaking her hands, tearing it several times before tearing it open.

The fluffy paper fell on the palm of my hand. There were only a few dozen black words on the white paper. Feng Zhiwei stared at it for a full quarter of an hour, seeming to be reading, but also seemed to be just in a daze.

Those words entered my eyes and seemed unable to enter my heart. A messy black haze cloud floated and danced in front of my eyes, causing pain wherever they hit, and causing blood wherever they hit.

"Inspecting the grassland...Betrayed by trusted guards...Died at the border..."

Every word was obviously understandable, but at this moment, when they were combined together, they suddenly lost their joint meaning. For a quarter of an hour, a full quarter of an hour, Feng Zhiwei was unable to understand the meaning.

The bachelors who went to close the window sat back one after another. Feng Zhiwei let go and the letter fell down.

Then she turned pale, looked at no one, and stood up slowly while holding on to the table.

Ning Yi immediately said: "Master Wei, you don't look good, but are you feeling ill? Then go back and rest early."

Feng Zhiwei nodded half-listeningly and wandered out like a wandering spirit. She couldn't take more than two steps and almost hit the hall pillar. Ning Yi immediately called the waiter outside the door to help her out.

Feng Zhiwei seemed to wake up a little as she walked out of the door. A strange flush appeared on her snow-white face. She immediately pushed the waiter staggering, and strode towards the outside without looking. , she walked very fast, passing by like a gust of wind. The officials who greeted her didn't even see her face clearly, they all stayed half-bowed and stared at her back in astonishment.

Feng Zhiwei arrived outside the Yongning Gate. There were parked the carriages and horses of all the officials from all over the country who were waiting for Hao Yunxuan to receive him. When the officials saw Academician Wei coming out, they all came up to pay their respects. Feng Zhiwei stood upright. Passing through the crowd, she was clearly not close yet, but everyone involuntarily took three steps back and watched Feng Zhiwei quickly get into her carriage without saying a word.

The carriage rumbled along, and the winter sunlight shone through the curtains on Feng Zhiwei’s cheeks, which were too white to look like a human. She sat in the carriage with her eyes closed, the carriage shook slightly, and a strand of black hair was wet with cold sweat. , distinct hanging on the cheeks.

"Hui Lulu..." The strong horse neighed loudly, the carriage shook, and the Wei Mansion arrived.

The carriage shook and Feng Zhiwei leaned forward.

"Wow."

A mouthful of purple-black blood, which had been suppressed until now, sprayed on the purple background and gold-edged car door curtain!

The winter sky faded very quickly. Just a moment ago, everything was dim, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into darkness.

When Feng Zhiwei opened her eyes, she heard the sound of wind wandering outside the window, like the footsteps of a person leaving with his robe flying around.

Just now, in the dream that wandered between yin and yang and life and death, someone seemed to have come and gently touched her face with his warm fingers.