The Rise of Phoenixes

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The broad-robed man did not seem to worry about this, and waved her hand to signal her to leave. Feng Zhiwei thrust the book into his arms, and suddenly he was startled again.

Only a moment later, she felt a little different, but after checking her whole body, she found nothing wrong and had to smile and go out.

Oops as soon as I went out, I realized that I was fascinated by reading a book, and I had missed the hour.

Feng Zhiwei quickly took a short cut and hurried back. She knew that there was an alley where she could go around the back door of Lanxiangyuan.

After the alley was covered in the street corner, it was very secluded. Feng Zhiwei heard his footsteps and almost blew on Qingshi Road.

In the empty silence, a buzzing voice suddenly sounded.

"Mother, give me a silver or two."

Feng Zhiwei was shocked-this is Feng Hao's voice.

After hurriedly hiding behind the street corner, she held her breath, and then saw Feng Hao and Niang coming all the way. Feng Hao couldn’t help but spoiled Mrs. Feng, asking for “one or two silver pieces to buy a silk lining ."

"You can't wear coarse cloth while playing Flyball, sweat sticks to your body, and there is a strange smell." Feng Hao smiled, "They all said, I will never change my clothes again, so I don't want to play."

Flying ball is a game inherited from Dacheng in the early days. It is said that it was created by Queen Shenying. It was originally promoted nationwide, but now it has become a luxury for nobles after being improved. A ball is worth hundreds of dollars. Where is Feng Hao? ? Who are you playing with again?

Feng Zhiwei's eyes fell on Feng Hao's arms intertwined with his mother. His heart was sour, and the question just flashed away without much thought.

She squeezed her lips and stood alone in the corner of the wall. He heard Niang's concern about Feng Hao, and heard Niang whispered, "Don't mix with those brothers and sisters like us..." Then Feng Hao laughed: "They promised Me, recommend me to Qingming Academy, don't you say Qingming Academy is the best college in the world..."

The light of the setting sun shot into the alley, and the backs of the two walked by them merged into one body, and her figure was reflected obliquely and long on the ground, and the back of the Chuhe Han world, far from the horizon.

Feng Zhiwei held his arms and was struck again by the chill that night when he was expelled from Qiufu. She shivered slightly in the early spring evening.

Seeing Niang's affectionately touching Feng Hao's head, he finally couldn't bear his coquettishness. He carefully took out a silver or two and came out, and saw Feng Hao sent the mother away in three words. Smile.

A month's worth of money for the mother is only one or two silver. If you really want to take it out to make Jiaoer a blouse, just be afraid.

Save one month for frugality and send it to the prostitute to buy half of the sugar candies and half of them.

She smiled almost sensibly, no longer thinking about the pair of peaceful mothers and sons, and did not want to enter the hospital and meet her younger brother at this time, simply leaning against the corner and eating the cold glutinous rice sugar lotus root for a while.

Halfway through the meal, he accidentally glanced at his eyes, and Feng Zhi was stunned.

How could there be a few traces of pedals on the back wall?

Feng Zhiwei raised his head and found that the wall was actually very concealed. A large branch with dense leaves was only three feet away from the back wall of Lanxiangyuan. The canopy was leaning against the wall. Looking at the trace of the pedal on the wall, it was obvious that someone Climb the tree to the wall, then enter the Lanxiang courtyard.

Stealing? Or is it a girl who has a private meeting with a poor man who has no money?

I was guessing, suddenly listening to the swaying of the leaves above my head, the feet of a pair of thin-layered millet shoes were exposed between the green leaves, and immediately, the hips of the white pants climbed over the wall for a month, and the light fell between the leaves. At the top of the tree, I didn't rush down, and seemed to have a leisurely look at the high scenery.

Feng Zhiwei stood with interest and wanted to see the true face of Lushan behind him.

Seeing vaguely the buttocks swinging at the top of the tree, the man said with deep affection: "Chrysanthemum, the sky is not old, this love is inexhaustible, the heart is like a double wire net, there are thousands of knots in it...Millions of treasures, millions of self-love, millions ...Don’t lose my belt..."

Feng Zhiwei hugged his stomach and thought he didn't eat too much glutinous rice. Why did he feel so sick...

It seemed that there was more than one person who didn’t support it. There seemed to be a push in the wall and the leaves swayed for a while. The man groaned, buttocks trembled, and he groaned more sadly at the top of the tree: "Last year, Zi Mo Qing Men, Yu Ling Yun Soul tonight . Disappointed for a lifetime of haggard, only a few evenings...Chrysanthemum, you are so cruel..."

The man kept memorizing the love poems, not only covering the ancient and modern times, but also creating his own poems, chanting and writing a lot of wonderful sentences, when the literary thoughts were quick and the tongue was bright, the lotus flower, Feng Zhi sighed-these are rare talents, The third-rate prostitutes used in brothels are not considered sinful.

While carrying it, suddenly there was a drum noise, and the front door and the back door of the Lanxiang courtyard all clashed with a strong collision. The vague man shouted at the woman and cried out, yelling: "Give me the shameless killing knife!"

"Ouch!"

The man with the poem Zheng Huan on the top of the tree stopped suddenly, screamed and rattled up, but forgot that he was still on the tree. The body slanted, a wave of clothes rattled, the leaves were shaken, Feng Zhi Wei only saw Yue Bai's buttocks suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then slammed, and a person fell on the dust in front of her feet.

Feng Zhiwei bowed his head—a good-looking uncle face!

Uncle ouch, ouch fell heavily, but immediately climbed out of the dust, panicked, and the people who knocked at the back door also vaguely heard the movement of the back wall on this side, and immediately someone shouted, "Go and see there !"

When Feng Zhiwei didn't listen well, he had to lift his legs and left. People came to catch the traitor. Did he keep the traitor and be caught?

He lifted his feet but couldn't move. When he looked down, his trousers were grasped tightly by one hand. The man in the ground raised the white lotus face in the mud pit and smiled at her: "Brother, save me anyway!"

Feng Zhiwei squatted down and smiled. The man looked at her hopefully, smiled at her, and gently reached out his hand, as if to pull him up. The man loosened her trousers more joyfully and took her hand.

Feng Zhiwei immediately shrank his hand and turned away.

The man's half-up body thumped the dust again...

Seeing that Feng Zhiwei was ruthless and unscrupulous, he could not be saved, and the mixed steps at the back door had already approached. The man yelled, "Dare you go!"