The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 704:
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"The country is in a dream, the country is like a dream... After all this chaos, you are fighting for my life, what have you exchanged in the end? It's just half a bottle of thin wine, a drab suit, a few broken zithers, and the wind and frost on your temples."
It was true when I first said it.
Zhiwei, do you really want to be separated from me across mountains and seas for the rest of your life?
That trip to the south was an old dream from many years ago. The past events came to mind, but the old friends were no longer there.
He reached out his hand and slowly pulled out the white hair.
"This scene is not now, but many years later, when I, with gray eyebrows, am making cakes for you, and then we eat together at the same table. You wipe my sweat and tell me, old man, you are tired of eating cakes. Ming I want to eat roasted chicken with dried bamboo shoots."
Zhiwei, my eyebrows are not yet frosty and my hair is already white.
When will you come back and ask me for dried bamboo shoots and roasted chicken?
The wind from Jiyang Mountain blew slowly, blowing the fragrance of wisteria on that shoulder.
After the southern tour, he did not feel disappointed - if he can't tour this year, he will do it next year. If he can't tour next year, he can do it the year after that.
Some searches cannot have an end.
There were footsteps outside the door, and the waiter announced the arrival of King Kang in a long voice. When the door curtain was lifted, Ning Ji's face, which was red from the cold, welcomed the heat, and he immediately started sneezing.
"Come and sit." He pointed to the brazier.
Ning Ji sat over carefully. Ever since he "betrayed" him that year, Ning Ji had been shameless to see him die. He looked at it, feeling a little warm in his heart, but he didn't want to open his mouth to make him feel better—— He resented the palm that accidentally injured Zhiwei because of Ning Ji's concealment.
"There is movement in Changning." Ning Ji reported the latest military information to him, "Lu Zhiyan expressed his willingness to surrender, but he also put forward some conditions, please consider it."
Ning Yi turned over the memorial and smiled, "This guy is really smart." After thinking about it, he threw the memorial away and said, "That's right."
"Your Majesty." Ning Ji looked puzzled, "The army already has an absolute advantage. As long as there is another big victory, Changning will be completely destroyed. Why do you..."
Ning Yi smiled faintly.
"Don't you think that Changning's various measures this year seem to be a little different from before?"
Ning Ji shook his head blankly, and Ning Yi looked at him a little worriedly, thinking why he couldn't train this kid.
"I'm afraid it's someone else's work...this style..." He stood up, smiled in a good mood, and said, "Ask him, it's time for the soldiers to recuperate. I need Changning to return to Tiansheng immediately. The vassal." He paused and emphasized, "immediately."
"Yes."
Ning Ji retreated respectfully, and Ning Yi stood in the hall, looking in that direction with a faint smile on his lips.
The world is so vast, Gu Nanyi and I have already traveled through it, only missing one place, a place that now belongs to the enemy country, I cannot patrol south, and Gu Nanyi has also neglected it.
If I remember correctly, of the three things you and Lu Zhiyan agreed upon, only two were completed before that year.
What's the last thing?
Is Changning Domain used as a place to rest and hide?
You really wanted to commit suicide at the beginning, but I don’t think Zong Chen would really care about you.
When Changning Domain returns to Tiansheng Domain, as the emperor, I can go wherever I want. How else can you hide it?
He walked towards the inner hall with a faint smile of yearning.
A gust of wind suddenly came up behind me, coming very fast, splitting the quiet air in an instant, and bringing a bone-piercing chill.
He suddenly looked back, and a shocking white light flashed before his eyes.
A man was heard shouting angrily in the chaos.
"Ning Yi, you and I will die together today!"
In the winter of the fifth year of Fengxiang, a piece of news that shocked the world quickly spread throughout Tiansheng.
An unknown assassin in green clothes broke into the palace and assassinated the emperor. Emperor Fengxiang died of serious injuries. After the assassin succeeded, he laughed three times and said, "Let's die together!" Then he drew his sword and killed himself.
The mountains and rivers are pure and plain, and thousands of people live in mourning.
It snowed again that day. It was so thin that it was instantly submerged by the hooves of horses on the official road. The road was muddy and there were fewer pedestrians.
But there was a horse, galloping on the official road, a knight in black, with the mark of the Changning clan branded on his crotch. The horse's hooves clicked, which sounded eager. The knight's trouser legs were splashed with mud, but he still didn't care. The speed was so fast that it seemed like he had been traveling for a long time.
Not far ahead is the Luo County Palace.
The knight reined in his horse not far from the palace. Looking at the plain white palace in the distance, his body was shaken.
It is said that Emperor Fengxiang, like Emperor Changxi, chose Luo County Palace as the last place where he would worship. Emperor Daxing is currently resting here and will be buried in seven or forty-nine days.
The knight looked at the shocking white, biting his lower lip for a long time, his fingers holding the reins couldn't help but tremble, and for a moment he hesitated, not daring to come closer.
Perhaps all his thoughts were on the palace at the moment, so the knight did not notice that not far away on Mount Li, behind the dead trees on the solitary cliff, there was someone standing in the distance, looking in this direction.
He waited here for ten days, in the quietness of the mountains and rivers, and finally waited for a horse to return from afar.
He stood far away under the tree, his clothes swaying in the mountain breeze, and the sky and water were as green as clear water flowing leisurely, as clear as before.
Wearing a thin white gauze to cover his face, he once again sealed his peerless radiance after his stunning appearance on that snowy night.
Too much beauty will eventually ruin your happiness, your own or the happiness of others. Many years ago, someone said this to him.
After all, the appearance is the smoke and clouds of the past, just like in his heart, what is always the most vivid is the yellow-faced girl with drooping eyebrows in hunting clothes.
He stared at that direction for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes and stared at the clouds. In a trance, it was still the suburbs of Beijing that year. He stayed motionless within a foot and three inches of his own. The girl approached, a little cunning and a little uneasy. A little tentatively, he spoke softly.
"Hello, hero?"
From then on, he broke the chaos of the world and gave him a colorful new world.
He laughed softly.
As soon as the veil moves, the sun retreats, and the wind dances gently when it reaches here, as if it does not dare to disturb the stunning light at this moment. No one will ever know how beautiful that smile is.
Beauty lies in the solitude and fragrance.
He slowly raised his hand and gently touched the curve of the corner of his lips - it turned out that this was a smile.
After screaming and crying that year, he once again understood and laughed.
Very good, very good.
Don't be too greedy in this life. That year when she was leaning in his arms in the snow, and looking towards the high platform for the last time, he understood everything in an instant.
I understand where my heart belongs, I understand where my feelings are bound, I understand that there are thousands of kinds of feelings in the world, and there are more ways to express love, so there is no need to be obsessed with the end.
She gave him everything in this life, and he gave her everything in return.
As for himself.
Been there, loved me, cried, laughed.
That's enough.
With the first smile in his life, he turned around and headed south.
Farewell, my love.
The world is far away, but you are in my heart from now on.
There was no sound on the lonely cliff, a gust of wind suddenly passed by, and a few snowflakes swept down the dead treetops, falling on the knight's temples. The knight subconsciously raised his head and looked in that direction.
The lonely cliff there is dark, the dead trees there are slightly green, and the fallen snow under the trees is pale and flat without any trace of footfall.
It seems as if no one has ever stood here all night just for that one look.
The knight glanced aimlessly, then retracted, took a breath, and flew off the horse.
Using Qinggong all the way, he passed through many roof ridges and went straight to the inner hall. At a glance, he saw the white jade steps leading up to the palace door wide open. In the hall, with smoke curling up, the huge golden Kowloon coffin was silent.
The knight stood still, suddenly feeling his knees weak and staggering, and subconsciously reached out to hold something beside him.
He pointed softly, holding a smooth and soft object with a familiar and startling temperature and touch.
A human hand.
The knight stiffened his body and lowered his head. A thin layer of snow on the ground reflected the color of the sky and water like a mirror. Several red plum blossoms were blooming nearby. The branches were bright brown and lush. There was a slender shadow beside the plum blossoms. At your side.
The wind at the end of the palace dispersed the smoke and spread a layer of mist like dusk on all sides.
Atoning for sins, transcending life and death, everything seems like a dream in front of the old golden coffin hall today.
The knight was stiff, not daring to blink, for fear that his dream would be crushed by tears as soon as his eyes closed.
The warm and soft hand gently turned over and wrapped the soft and petite fingers in the palm.
Then he smiled.
Turn around.