The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 628:
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My mother knew her so well and knew that only by swearing a poisonous oath on her own soul after death could she grit her teeth and go on this difficult and painful road.
If it had only been her own life and death, she would have thrown it away easily.
But I can't imagine that my mother's soul will sink forever, and I can't imagine that my brother who died for me will still not be able to escape after death.
She owes them something that cannot last forever from birth to death.
"Forget me..." After a long, long time, she whispered like a sigh, blowing away like a falling butterfly on the river.
"Whether I forget you or not is my business." Ning Yi said lightly, "But I don't want you to forget me, Zhiwei, even if you hate me."
"Did you attack Helian just to make me hate you?" Feng Zhiwei's words were as light as trivial, but they carried as much weight as they did.
If you have doubts, just ask. Even if it is a hostile stance, she will not let hidden misunderstandings disrupt the established pace.
"No." Ning Yi answered simply, "Zhiwei, you shouldn't ask this question."
Feng Zhiwei turned his head, squinting at the sky burning with red clouds, and said softly for a while: "But I'm sorry, there is Xin Ziyan."
Yes, they are hostile after all.
She must kill Xin Ziyan, but he can't give up. What matters is not only that life, but also the Chu King's camp's confidence and loyalty to his master. If he can't protect even one loyal subordinate, how can he protect so many People return to their hearts?
Both of them have their arrows on the bowstring. If they don't make a move, they have to hurt themselves first. Just like whether Ning Yi attacks Helian or not, she must have a drink to impress the ministers before leaving. Only he temporarily withdraws from the center and is taken over by the emperor. Suspicion, the plan to dig out Hua Qiong from a mountain of 100,000 yuan can be shelved safely.
Feng Zhiwei knelt down, picked up a handful of river water, and spread his fingers towards Ning Yi.
The clear river water quickly flowed through her fingers, like time slipping away in an instant.
"The past is like passing water." She said, "Those who have gone cannot return, and those who have come cannot be chased. This is just a parting gift to Your Highness."
The water splashed down, never to return, and her leaving figure was thin and determined.
No one knew that the moment he turned around, there was a drop of her in the splashing crystal.
And he stood silently, as if facing the water.
The sun suddenly disappeared, and soon the sky turned overcast, and it started to snow. The broken snow fell on the black fox fur, and in an instant, it was a thin layer, like a young man with black eyebrows, covered with dust accumulated in the world. Wind and frost.
I suddenly remembered it in a trance.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.
This year’s Spring Festival was spent running around on the road.
The road is towards the south of the mountain, not the north of the mountain.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, a group of carriages rolled in at the gate of the bustling Laoting Mansion City.
The carriage was very simple and looked like an ordinary merchant team. No one noticed it all the way into the city. After asking, they arrived at the gate of Laoting Mansion.
Because of the Chinese New Year, the government office was closed and the door was closed. The carriages stopped and no one came out to ask for reception.
"Xin Ziyan lives here?" Feng Zhiwei opened the car curtain and looked in the direction of the back house with a cold and calm expression.
"How are you going to deal with it?" Zong Chen asked, "Just walk in the door directly?"
"Why not?" Feng Zhiwei said calmly, "Lao Xin deserves the most dignified way to die. I want to make it clear to him before we end it."
She got out of the car, looked at the sky, and said: "Huzhuo custom is that the king will be buried forty-nine days after his death. I have to rush there as soon as possible and return to the grassland before the imperial envoys arrive. Otherwise, even if Feng Zhi Concubine Wei has been living in seclusion due to illness, so there is no reason why she should not appear at the funeral of the king."
Then she walked to the door of the government office as usual and politely gave the concierge some money, saying that a visitor from far away came to visit Mr. Xin. She was drunk all day long, so it was not difficult to wait on her. He took the money and let her in without asking any questions.
Feng Zhiwei was a little confused. She had made it clear that she wanted to settle a score with Xin Ziyan, and Ning Yi had made it clear that she wanted to save him. She had thought that there would be traps every step of the way from the moment she entered the city, but she didn't expect to enter the government office so easily. .
She went straight to the back house of the government office. It was the festival day, and everyone in the house was slacking off. There was no one in the house. Feng Zhiwei drove straight in and stopped in front of the big red door connecting the government office and the back house. He took off his big cloak and handed it to Zong Chen behind him.
She took off her cloak, revealing a black outfit and three knives behind her!
One on the left and right behind the shoulders and one on the back of the waist are all prairie scimitars.
Then she raised her hand and knocked.
Her knocking posture seemed light and calm, but with that knock, there was a bang, and a large piece of the entire big red door was broken, and a large piece of thick wood crashed down, sending dust and smoke all over the floor.
Several swords in the smoke were handed out from the big hole like lightning!
Feng Zhi tilted her head slightly, and the sword grazed her cheek. At the same time, she raised her foot to kick, and the whole door flew up with a bang, hitting the guard behind the door.
Before the guards could see who it was, the door had already been smashed down on their heads.
The moment it hit, Feng Zhiwei drew his sword!
The sword light, which was like splashing snow, roared from the other side of the mountain, just like Prince Huzhuo, who was wearing bright clothes and angry horses on the long street, whizzing past with his eight soldiers.
"I have heard for a long time that the young ladies from wealthy families in the Imperial Capital are all completely different from the delicate and beautiful girls of the prairie. It is so easy to meet one, let me take a look."
"Bang!" With one finger, the carriage glass shattered.
"Pah!" Feng Zhiwei's knife handle reversed, and an arc of light shot out, shattering the wrist of a man holding the knife.
Helian, Helian, this look will ruin your life.
The long swords crossed over, and the sword energy in the sky was like a net. A group of people came into the courtyard, and the long swords formed a giant net of sword arrays. The light flowed under the winter sun and was eye-catching.
Feng Zhiwei made a mistake with his hands, and with two loud sounds, he unsheathed his swords behind his shoulders. He flew up to face the opponent's sword net, kicked the tip of the sword with his toes in mid-air, and flipped like a windmill. When he fell, his swords were horizontal. It spreads out like a layer of pale mist, spreading out silently.
The Golden Palace and Jade Tower were filled with pale morning mist. He came proudly in long dark green clothes, with white jade wiping his forehead, holding the body in both hands.
"You are not allowed to bring the corpse of the Lord of Suffering to the temple, right?"
"嚓."