The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 98:
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It wasn't until they entered the princess's Yuming Palace and changed out of her clothes in the side room in the side courtyard that Feng Zhiwei saluted: "My mother asked Zhiwei to greet my mother. Thank you very much, my mother, for just clearing my mother's name."
"I finally saw you." Reversing her indifference just now, Grandma Chen grabbed Feng Zhiwei's hand and looked at it carefully. Her eyes fell on her drooping eyebrows before she nodded. He said, "How are you and your mother?"
Feng Zhiwei thought to herself that she was obviously her mother's best friend, but why did this nanny seem to care more about her? After listening to her detailed questions about Mrs. Feng, and about herself and her brother, she answered them one by one. Grandma Chen listened carefully, patted her hand and said, "Go back and tell your mother that you have worked hard for her these years. Please She shouldn't worry too much, just let everything go according to God's will."
He looked at her deeply again, and said with a sad and almost sad expression: "You are fine."
Feng Zhiwei felt weird hearing these two words, but she responded with a smile on her face, and declined Nanny Chen's offer to take her back to Concubine Chang Guifei, saying that she would feel depressed when she went back to sit in the palace at this time, so she She sat in the imperial garden in front of her before leaving. Grandma Chen didn't force her to do so and let her go.
Feng Zhiwei sat in the imperial garden. The imperial garden of Tiansheng Harem was huge. She gradually walked deeper into the garden and walked around several rockeries. Suddenly she saw a well behind the rockery, which was a bit strange.
She sat down on the edge of the well and slowly touched the bluestones around her. There were some traces of time on them.
She thought for a while, looked around and saw that there was no one around. This place was extremely remote and few people came here, and then she grabbed the edge of the well and climbed down.
When she got down to a height of one person, she kicked with her toes, and sure enough, she hit a depression. She exerted a slight force on the depression, and the bluestone on the well wall moved, revealing a portal.
A faint stale smell floated out, Feng Zhiwei smelled it carefully and found nothing unusual,
In the past dynasties, imperial palaces inevitably had tunnels. However, when the peaceful times passed, some tunnels gradually lost their function and were annihilated. Maybe this tunnel was also the case. Feng Zhiwei didn't intend to go in so rashly - who knew where the other end was? What if it is the main hall of Concubine Chang? What if it's the emperor's throne? She hasn't lived enough yet!
However, the sky suddenly darkened, there was a crash, and it started to rain in an instant.
Feng Zhi secretly cried out that he was unlucky, and looked around. The nearest pavilion was dozens of feet away. When he ran over, his clothes were soaked through. When he lowered his head, he saw that the tunnel was quite clean, so it was better to go in and take shelter from the rain.
She walked in slowly. The tunnel was long but narrow. It didn't feel like it was used for any important purpose. The smell of earth slowly soaked in from all sides. Feng Zhiwei felt that no one had passed by here for many years.
After walking for a while, the sky gradually brightened in front of her, and Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised - wasn't the other end sealed? Aren't you afraid of people finding out? After listening carefully, there was no other sound except the faint sound of rain. It was definitely not the bustling royal palace or the main hall of the palace.
She took another step, and suddenly her eyes suddenly lit up. In a burst of crystal light, a beauty with different makeup came towards her.
Her skirt was fluttering, her brows were quiet and elegant, she leaned forward slightly, her silk ribbons flying like a person in a fairy palace.
Feng Zhiwei was so shocked that he stopped and couldn't understand why there was someone coming to the door. He subconsciously wanted to run away, but he felt something was wrong. He turned around and took a closer look, then took a few steps forward, only to find that the woman was completely naked. Translucent, with smiling eyes and graceful figure, it turned out to be a crystal jade statue embedded in the wall.
It's just that the carving craftsmanship is amazing, even the long hair silk ribbons are vividly carved to give a sense of elegance and flying. And just coming out of this dark tunnel, with the lights and shadows on all sides, it is easy for people to miss it.
This statue is priceless, but it is placed at the exit of this tunnel. It looks a bit strange.
Feng Zhiwei took a few steps forward. Behind the beautiful portrait was a large piece of crystal. The scenery outside was dimly visible. Through the crystal screen, one could see the flowers and trees outside, the arched bridge and flowing water. There was a corner of the cornice sticking out, hanging down. The blackened golden bell looked like a palace, but all the scenery exuded an air of decay and obsolescence.
At this time, the tunnel was quiet, and there was no sound of rain outside. The dense raindrops were clearly reflected on the glass-like transparent crystal. Through the raindrops, we were facing a small arch bridge. The white stone of the bridge had turned yellow. The lotus leaves in the lotus pond under the bridge are half broken, and the dew drops pour down from the broken lotus leaves, dripping silently.
Hidden in the tunnel, in the darkness and silence here, looking through the desolation of the rain there, it is like looking through the legendary "mirror of the past" to see the old past that has been dusted in the memory for a long time. The story has turned yellow and the beauty has long since When I get old, I don’t know where the huqin is playing hoarsely, and I have a dream of Nanke.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt an inexplicable desolation in her heart.
Then she saw the lifeless courtyard, and suddenly someone came slowly, walking onto the arch bridge in the pouring rain without an umbrella or a felt jacket, with a dreamy attitude like a wandering soul.
He stood in a daze on the bridge. In the rain, the heavy rain instantly soaked through the moon-white clothes. It flowed down from the purple gold crown, followed the black hair, and flowed into the eyebrows and temples. The eyebrows were as black as night, setting off the dark and flowing eyes. A slightly pale face, startlingly beautiful and cold.
The falling rain makes no sound. When you are in the rain, the wind from all sides cannot lift your soaked clothes, and a broken flower trembles from the cold corners of your clothes.
Feng Zhiwei stretched out her hand unconsciously, as if she wanted to pull the man away from the frosty rain, but what she reached out to touch was the cold crystal wall.
The man on the bridge slowly knelt down.
He knelt in the cold rain, facing the direction of the palace in the splashing water, his lips moved, and he whispered two words.
Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at the silhouette in the rain. The two words slowly passed through her heart, and her palms suddenly became cold.
"Mother concubine."
Under the heavy rain, on the stone bridge, the man knelt on the cold ground, looking towards the ruined palace with flowers and ruined flowers in the cold night wind, calling softly to the most important person in the world, but knowing in his heart that he would never get it. answer.
Separated by a wall, there is a continuous imperial palace decorated with red and green flowers. The joy and bustle are so close at hand, but for him, they are far away.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the man's figure from a distance, and suddenly remembered the man he had seen in the past few days. He was cold, serious, solemn, sharp, and had thousands of faces. He was constantly changing, but he had never seen such loneliness before. And sadness.
Feng Zhiwei quietly took a step back.