The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 645:

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She knows.

Ning Yi is seven years older than her.

Before he was seven years old, Ning Yi’s reputation as a child prodigy shocked the world.

After Ning Yi was seven years old, he almost survived a serious illness. After that, he lost all his glory and kept a low profile for many years.

After the snow in the thirteenth year of Changxi, when she buried her mother and younger brother and found some of her mother's wills that had been buried in the courtyard, she recalled the scar she saw in the abandoned palace. Know everything.

He was her enemy from the beginning.

There are no two lives of mother and brother, and there are also old debts between her adoptive father and her.

Thinking of such past events and situations like this makes me feel awe-inspiring. How dare I give up my heart? How can I give up my heart?

However, even if the heart becomes colder and harder day by day, and it cannot be cut by the diamond glazed stone, it will eventually be unable to withstand the slow baking of time, giving birth to cracks all over the body that only I know.

There are some things that are far apart between what you want to do and what you can do.

It hurts to make decisions in life, only to be embarrassed by one thing.

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and sighed softly.

The man on his lap was so cold that he had no warmth. Feng Zhiwei didn’t know how the original injury caused the old cold poison injury, but from his past tone, it sounded like it was probably done by his brothers, and Xin Ziyan saved him in his most difficult moment.

At this moment, his old cold injury was triggered to relapse. It was just as the weather turned cold and there was a sudden heavy snowfall. I didn’t have to kill him personally. I just had to throw him on the carriage, open the window, and drive the carriage away. Wherever he found it, he would not be able to survive.

Feng Zhiwei pondered for a long time, then gently brushed her fingers on his face to brush away the snowflakes.

Then she stood up, gently placed Ning Yi on the carriage, and got out of the carriage.

In the snow, she looked at all the coming and goings, tightened her white cloak tightly, and left.

The wind and snow covered her figure in an instant, while the carriage was silent in the snow.

After a while, a vague figure gradually appeared in the heavy snow, approaching the carriage. Xiaobai raised his head to look, and hissed happily.

The visitor put his finger to his lips and said "Shhh". Xiaobai immediately shrank his head and shut up.

The silver fox fur on the white cloak swept the man's face. He had a yellow face with drooped eyebrows and a languid look. There were a few scratches on his face, but his eyes were covered with autumn water, showing soft determination. .

Surprisingly it was still Feng Zhiwei.

She climbed onto the carriage. Before Ning Yi woke up, Feng Zhiwei took out a few purple-red plant roots from her arms.

She has internal heat in her body, and the only medicines she brought with her were cold medicines. They could not be used by Ning Yi, so she had to go up the mountain to collect some usable medicines. She remembered Zong Chen mentioned that there are some medicines in the mountains in Longbei and other places. This medicine with red leaves and purple roots is warm in nature and has great benefits for cold syndrome. She wandered around the mountain for a long time before she found a few roots in the crevices of the cliff.

Feng Zhiwei lowered his head and looked at his boots. They were covered with snow and mud. The fine leather boots were cracked and stained with a long mud mark. When he went down the cliff to pick medicine, the snowy stone It was slippery, and there was nowhere to use the strength to climb. The soles of the leather boots were stained with ice and snow. My feet slipped and I almost fell off the cliff.

Thanks to her quick reaction, she saw a protruding rock after falling a foot and quickly reached out to grab it, thus averting a disaster. The situation was so dangerous that even she feels a little scared when she thinks about it now.

After briefly bandaging her palm, she had trouble holding the medicine again. Ning Yi was unconscious and unable to swallow. She couldn't just stuff it into his mouth, as it might infarct him.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Zhiwei's face showed a faint blush, and then she reluctantly chewed the rhizome in her mouth, leaned down, gently pried open his teeth, fed the juice into his mouth, and then sucked it on his chest. Take a shot.

Ning Yi made a slight clicking sound in his throat, and had a swallowing reaction. After swallowing the medicine, he seemed to have regained some consciousness, and subconsciously closed his lips, which met Feng Zhiwei's lips.

Feng Zhiwei thought he was awake, so she quickly stood up, her lips brushed his lips, and both of them trembled. Feng Zhiwei's face flushed slightly, but then turned pale again.

The sleeping Ning Yi moved, and then Feng Zhiwei felt a pain in his palm. The bandaged palm was already in his hand at some point.

Feng Zhi slightly frowned and wanted to free his hand. Ning Yi was obviously not awake, but he subconsciously held on to it. Feng Zhi slightly raised his foot, and for a moment he wanted to kick it out, but when his foot landed in the air, Finally he paused, slowly put it down for a while, sighed, squatted down, and turned his arm to move Ning Yi onto his back.

The carriage had been crashed just now, and it was drafty on all sides. It would be hard to stay here. When she was looking for medicine just now, she saw a cave not far away where a hunter lived. It was better to take him there to avoid the wind.

She put her big cloak on Ning Yi and carried him up the mountain. In the wind and snow, it looked like a huge moving snow mass from a distance.

After trekking halfway up the mountain, we reached the cave. The cave was on a high ground and seemed to be often inhabited. There was hay on the ground, animal skins on the walls, and even half a jug of wine hanging on it.

Feng Zhiwei placed Ning Yi on the thatched bed, lit a fire, and covered Ning Yi with a large cloak. Ning Yi always held her hand tightly, and she pushed his hand away without hesitation.

The firelight reflected Ning Yi's face, which made him look better.

Feng Zhiwei took off the wine from the wall and smelled it. The wine from the hunters in the mountains was naturally poor and strong. She worked hard all night and couldn't help but get greedy while smelling the wine. However, she looked back at Ning Yi and couldn't help but feel... Living.

She then returned to the thatched bunk with the wine, covered Ning Yi tightly with a cloak and animal skins, half-knelt in front of the bunk, and put her hands under the cloak.

Cloak, robe, trousers...she threw them out one by one.

It seemed that it was still the Yilan Palace in the heavy rain that year. She also stripped people's clothes under the quilt in front of the brazier in the ruined palace, but this time it was much neater than that time. As expected, it is good to have experience.

Confirming that her clothes were almost ready, she grabbed the wine bottle, removed the bandage, and poured the liquor into her palm. The liquor irritated the wound, and she gasped in pain.

Open your injured and drunken palms and reach under the cloak again.

When her palms touched the smooth and elastic skin under the cloak, her face turned red uncontrollably, and she hesitated for a moment. However, the abnormal temperature on her body made her quickly calm down and put her palms flat against each other. , rub it in gently.