The Rise of Phoenixes

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Seeing that look, Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt sad.

She also pursed her lips and pressed the suddenly churning mind into a thin line, pressing it back into her lungs.

Ning Yi below heard the movement, looked back at her, smiled at her, and beckoned, saying, "You are here."

"Ok."

It's easy to ask, and the answer is simple. It seems that she came back to meet in the Qiyuan after she finished her official business.

Thousands of people, all of which are dangerous and far away, seem to have never existed.

"Come here." Ning Yi called her again.

Feng Zhiwei walked slowly, Xu Xu stopped in front of him.

Ning Yi listened to her footsteps, frowning and laughing, "How come you are so frightened today, scared?"

Fengzhi smiled and smiled, but still didn't come forward and said, "What's going on?"

"It's still like that." Ning Yi got up, flicked the chessboard of leaves, and came to pull her, "Have you eaten? I haven't eaten for a day, and I'm starving to death."

Feng Zhiwei flashed, hiding far away, answering: "No."

"What's wrong with you today?" Ning Yi frowned and stopped. "Don't you blame me for not robbing people? The clan ancestral hall is too important. It's not good for you to be in the South China Sea in the future, so I choose to wait... …"

"No, it's not." Feng Zhiwei immediately said, "I can't grab it hard. I can only do it if I change it."

"It's hard to say." Ning Yisen smiled, "The king's patience is limited. The Yan family really dare not give the court face, and the king naturally dare not give them a retreat."

He walked in front of Feng Zhiwei, Feng Zhiwei took a few steps back, and passed him when he was about to take her sleeves, her faint scent flew from the nose, and there was some other breath vaguely, Ning Yi was startled, subconsciously sniffing again, but she had walked away.

He stood there quietly, his face gradually fading, but he didn't speak again, and said coldly: "Since you are here, this matter should be dealt with by you, and I shouldn't be more responsible for it, you decide for yourself."

When he finished speaking, he turned around, and Feng Zhiwei said nothing, watching the Chu King's guards quickly gather in a team and prepare to leave.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps, Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw a petite and exquisite woman, sarong Jingchai, ran to the tree, saw the tree, climbed the sarong around her waist, and shield The army gun stopped and shouted, "Who!"

"People of Qianshui Village in Fengzhou, South China Sea, Hua Qiong begs to see Your Highness." The woman raised her head, a blackish face, beautiful eyebrows, and her teeth were particularly clear.

Ning Yi turned around.

The woman kowtowed on the tree and said, "His Royal Highness, the people's daughter will open the door for you!"

Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi both looked back with horror, and their eyes flashed with joy-only the clan ancestral hall could enter, the others entered were all enemies of the whole clan. Now in this situation of the Yan family, no Yan family will open the door for them He had to stand still. If the Yan family could open the door, then there would be no problem.

"Who are you?" Ning Yi is very calm. "You are surnamed Hua, not surnamed Yan. It is not the Yan family who called the door to be a capital offense. Don't seek your own way."

"Your Highness." Hua Qiong knocked his head and said long, "In this ancestral hall, it is the mother-in-law and her husband. If they cannot live together, it is better to die together!"

The two were shocked at the same time, "Husband?"

Feng Zhiwei said, "Uh," he didn't expect Yan Huaishi to have a wife in the South China Sea. Why didn't he hear him mention it? Anyway, Yan Huaishi is a child of the Yan family. This woman is his wife and should also be the best food and clothing. Why is it just a fisherman's dress?

Feng Zhiwei's eyes fell on her hands and feet. The women's barefoot sandals, the trouser legs were raised up, and there were blood marks on the wrists and ankles that had been worn by the rope, and some places had been worn away and bloody.

How did she come? Break free of the rope? Along the way? So the straw sandals are worn out, a scar?

"Let her come." Feng Zhiwei gave an order, and the guard gave way. Hua Qiong climbed down the tree a little hard, and did not come to talk to them, but went straight to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

As he passed, he pulled out a pair of fishing forks from behind.

Feng Zhiwei was dumbfounded again.

Isn't this a mess?

She was a little uneasy. She had to follow the past. Hua Qiong walked to the door of the ancestral hall and started knocking on the door, while shouting: "Sun Yan Changtian, the chief of the seventy-third generation of the Yan family, please see the suzerain!"

Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi looked at each other, thinking that they had recently dealt with the Yan family. Haven't heard of this person, or the Yan grandson?

Besides, this is obviously a man's name. Isn't this woman saying that she is Hua Qiong herself?

The door of the ancestral hall was carefully opened, and half of his face came out. It was vaguely Yan Huaiyuan. Tie Qing first glanced at Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei before looking at Hua Qiong.

"You little widow! Bitch! What Yan Changtian? Who is Yan Changtian? The Yan family has only scored 730 generations, where are the 732 generations? You are a surname, dare to knock The door of the ancestral hall, dare to **** in the shrine of the ancestral hall and kill you immediately!"

"You kill if you have a seed!" Hua Qiong Yiran was not afraid. "As long as you dare to bear the name of the rebellious ancestor, kill your grandson, Yan's parents, at the entrance of this ancestral hall, I will serve you!"

"What long room grandson, get out!" Yan Huaiyuan was furious and reached out to push her.

Hua Qiong took a step back suddenly, slammed the outer shirt, braced his abdomen, and shouted: "Yan Changtian is here!"

Thousands of people were silent.

Feng Zhiwei's rare open mouth.

Gu Nanyi stared blankly at the raised belly and looked at the little walnut in his hand.

Ning Cheng fell a dust with a head of onion.

The woman stripped off her clothes in the sunlight, and before a thousand people appeared to be open, her abdomen covered only by a thin layer of clothing was slightly raised, and through the sparse cloth, she could almost see the stretch marks.

Yan Huaiyuan stayed there, his hand stretched out in the air and didn't know how to retract it.

"Your grandson of the seventy-third generation of Yan's family is now in my stomach." Hua Qiong looked sharp, not caring about the messy clothes at all, and greeted Yan Huaiyuan's gaze, saying in a word, "Press The genealogy of the 732 generations continues. This generation is called'Chang'. I named him Yan Changtian and Yan Huaiyuan. Now, Yan Changtian is going to enter!"