The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 702:
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Peerless, radiant.
Everyone's mind went blank, forgetting everything except the man with black hair spread all over his body and covered with blood under the cool black sky that night, holding the pale woman with long hair hanging in his arms, looking up to the top of the palace and calling, His delicate lower jaw was stained with blood and snow, which only reminded people of the peach blossoms falling on the jade. His eyes were empty and empty of anyone, but everyone would always keep their beauty in their dreams.
In the years to come, when everyone thinks of this moment, they can't help but stop everything they are doing and remain silent, daydreaming, yearning, and sighing.
It's like yearning for a peach land that doesn't exist in the world, but is as beautiful as gods because of its extreme beauty.
At this moment, the world was silent, and all the troops forgot their mission and responsibility in front of the irresistible look.
No one spoke at this moment, fearing that the sound would shatter the elf-like beauty, and then despairingly discover that this shocking beauty was just a dream.
At this moment, only Ning Yi was trying to stand up on the snow, slowly moving his elbow towards Feng Zhiwei. At this moment, only Gu Nanyi was holding Feng Zhiwei, who had a slightly cold body. The moment when his face turned pale and no one could stop him.
Step forward.
From ten feet above the palace city.
Jump down.
Winter passed in the blink of an eye, and then spring came again. Spring slipped away very quickly. It seemed that the shirt had just been worn on the body, and then it was changed into a single shirt. The single shirt had not been worn for a few days, and I was looking for it again. Bring out last year's cotton-padded jacket.
While every household is busy changing into cotton-padded jackets, some people are still wearing single clothes and riding around the world alone.
A dress in green, a white horse, and a green leaf flute, playing from one winter to that.
The leaf flute was thin between his lips, and he was already familiar with the tune. Along the way, some people looked at him strangely, wondering if this person was a lunatic.
He turned a blind eye and raised his head to face the cool wind of early winter.
"Teach you a way not to get lost."
"This kind of tree is everywhere in the world. Wherever we go in the future, if we get separated, no matter how urgent or inconvenient it is, we must not forget to leave this pattern under the roots of this kind of tree, so that we can easily find each other. ."
"You are responsible for leaving a mark. I know the way and I will come to you."
You promised to find me, but I come to you every time, you... liar.
Playing the flute, I find you.
That year, she fell into the palace city with her in her arms, and then fainted. When she woke up, she was on Xiaobai's back. The psychic horse was waiting outside the palace city, but only picked him up.
He was seriously injured, but he did not die. The wounds were taken care of. He didn’t know where his father and Zhan Xuyao had gone. Maybe they would just give up, or maybe find another place to fight to the death. He didn’t want to care about this anymore, he just wanted to Concern - where is she?
It is said that he fell with her in his arms that night, and there were tens of thousands of imperial guards below. Many people said they saw her fall into the crowd, but no one could find her body. There were so many people at the time, and some people were trampled to death. It was beyond recognition, but the bodies were found one by one, but she was not there.
If you can’t find it, there is still hope.
Just look for it.
This year, he walked through the South China Sea, walked through southern Fujian, walked through the grasslands, returned to Xiliang, smelled the sea breeze in Qiyuan, saw the sea in Anlan Valley, visited Pucheng in Dayue, and found the white heads of the grasslands. Ya, I have been to Jinghu Lake in Gedam Snow Mountain.
On the pier in the South China Sea, he wandered around like a ghost, looking for the shadow of the tent back then, and stopped in front of a corner. There, she narrowly stuffed the knowledge into his arms, using warmth and frankincense, He broke away from his world of chaos.
"You were once so soft and fragrant, held in my mother's arms. You should have heard your mother's songs and had your father caress your face like this."
No, Zhiwei, I have forgotten those. The brightest traces in my life come from you.
In Puyuan in Pucheng, he lingered in front of the house where she lived for a long time, pressing his palms against the cold wall. He had also pressed against that wall in the same posture back then. There was her behind the wall, separated by a wall. It also seemed to touch her ups and downs of heart, but now he only felt the coldness of his palms, the empty room behind the wall, and the wandering light and shadow.
Across from the huge stone heart in front of the Mirror Lake, he hugged his knees and waited for a long time, waiting for her to suddenly come out from behind the stone heart, smile softly at him and say, "Hey, you really knew I was here."
He waited for three days and three nights, stepping on the lotus and crossing the center of the lake again and again. The wind from the snow-capped mountains blew up the skirt of his clothes. In a trance, she was still beside him, and the lotus blossomed step by step. However, when he When you turn around, you will always see a pure white sky.
He worked so hard to find her, and then one day he finally realized that he would never find her.
Whether she is alive or dead, when she is determined to be lost in the crowd, no one can find her.
While thinking this, he raised his face vigorously, but even if he raised his face so quickly, he still felt that there was hot and wet liquid flowing down silently.
"If one day I cry for someone, I will never laugh again."
Zhiwei, today I finally know how to shed tears for you, can you see it?
He quietly raised his face, waiting for the dry wind of early winter to dry the moisture on his face. The small piece of skin that had been stained with moisture was a little tight, as if he was living beside her with extra ups and downs. ten years of life.
Then he dismounted and found his pen and paper.
This year he sometimes wrote some words and buried them under the marked tree.
In Pucheng he wrote: Peony is very beautiful, the red point between the eyebrows is cute. Jin Siyu became emperor, but he was also in Pucheng. He pretended not to see me, and I pretended not to see him.
In Baitouya he wrote: I hate that you hide all important things from me.
In Qiyuan, he wrote: Back then, you were about to die here. I didn’t know how to feel sad at that time. Sometimes when I hate you, I think, what will it be like if you really want to die at that time? After thinking about it for a long time, I still dare not think about it. By the way, I want to tell you that Hua Qiong and Yan Huaishi are doing well now.
In Anlanyu, he wrote: I know you remember this place, but you never said it, but I just know you want to see the sea here. I have seen it for you, and there is nothing interesting to see.
In Jinghu Lake he wrote: Back then you stuffed a suicide note into Ning Cheng’s arms and gave it to Ning Yi. You gave the antidote to the alcohol poisoning to Hua Qiong, you gave the secret edict to the Qi family and his son, and you gave the two secrets of the Dacheng Secret Treasury to Hua Qiong. I gave the key to Hang Ming. You asked me to ask Zhan Xuyao for the last key to open the Dacheng secret vault and give it to Ning Yi to pay for the fallen soldiers and suffering people. You asked these people to dedicate these important things to Ning Yi and give them to Ning Yi. Ning Yi left a reason to save their lives. You have arranged a way out for everyone, why didn't you arrange a way out for yourself?