The Rise of Phoenixes

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She took a small tube of ointment from the sleeve that was hidden by the meat and was not searched by Jin Yuwei. She gently smashed her son's head and said, "I will apply it to you."

Feng Hao obediently turned his head, feeling that her mother's fingers moved delicately and gently on her face, and her tentacles were cool. Hearing her gently said, "Hao'er, rest assured, mother always accompanies you."

Feng Hao let out a half of his heart, and the pain gradually disappeared. He felt tired and yawned. He hugged his mother's waist and said, "Then I will sleep."

Mrs. Feng patted him lightly, like a child, Feng Hao felt tired and unable to strike. Although there was always some uneasy flash in his heart, he couldn't resist the exhaustion that went deep into the bone marrow. Go to sleep.

Mrs. Feng embraced him lightly, sitting on the grass in the iron prison, she looked down slightly, looking at the sleeping face of her son's brows, her fingers were carefully drawn on his eyebrows, one stroke at a time, Engraved in the bottom of my heart.

There was a drop of crystal-clear liquid falling in a trance, which was about to fall on Feng Hao's face. Mrs. Feng's palm spread out and caught lightning.

She looked at the drop of liquid for a long time, slowly, and wept again.

Two days ago.

The sky seemed to be bright from the light of a sky in the iron slit above his head.

Feng Hao was not awake yet.

There was a slow and heavy pace sound on the iron steps above the head. Although the pace sound was weak, the pace was calm, and it sounded like a pace only for those who have been in the upper ranks for a long time.

A yellow robe, faintly present at the end of the ladder, was in the dim oil lamplight, and someone stopped at the iron prison.

Mrs. Feng smiled faintly.

Her smile was hidden in the shadows, and no one saw the mysterious and clear expression.

The man kept looking at her from afar, his eyes sighed, and he waved his hands for a while.

There were mixed steps backing down.

"Mingying." The man opened his mouth, his tone indistinct and irritated. "Care up, I haven't seen you in fifteen years."

Mrs. Feng stood up, and her gesture was not humble or overbearing in the soft ring of the chain, saluting to the other party, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"The last time I saw you, it was the celebration feast that year you won the victory." Emperor Tiansheng looked at Yiren's eyebrows quietly, his eyes far away, as if searching for the bright and vigorous and heroic woman of that year in his memory, " At that time, there was a mistress who ridiculed you like a woman, and there was no boudoir. You threw a cup as a poetry, I... I always remember it very well."

Mrs. Feng smiled lightly, "Your Majesty Xie loves you so much."

"You are a handsome woman who was a Korean woman and a distinguished generation of heroes. When you were young, you made a great contribution to Tiansheng." Emperor Tiansheng was in a deep tone and regretted deeply. "Why would he later help him to abuse and help to become a survivor?"

Mrs. Feng said nothing in silence, and smiled for a long time: "It's all injustice."

Emperor Tiansheng was silent, and the two were separated from each other by the iron prison, one was waiting for the final outcome in a calm and cold determination, and the other was tranced in perplexity and confusion, as if to see the heroic vitality many years ago. The woman raised her hand and threw a gold cup above the Golden Temple with a loud voice.

"Chen didn't dare to perform with these vulgar and vulgar fans, and pollute my heavenly colors!"

At that time, the woman was as bright as a color screen, illuminating the pale hall, and then the color stayed in memory. Until today, when I revisit again, I suddenly realized the condensation and relentlessness of time.

The years gone are as old as paper, and they are stuck together by the long and heavy haze, which cannot lift the heavy mood at the moment.

After a long time, Emperor Tiansheng finally spoke again: "Where is Feng Zhiwei?"

Mrs. Feng seemed to be shocked, and said for a long time: "Not long ago, she got smallpox and went out to recuperate in Beijing. Now she must have returned to Beijing."

She turned around and looked at Feng Hao, who had fallen asleep, and she suddenly burst into tears. The persevering stillness seemed to be completely destroyed by this sentence, and her coat was kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty...Mingying knows that you will not let go of the illusion, Mingying just asks...to be able to die with her..." A tear fell in her eyes, and she saw the people's hearts sinking, "And , Hao'er, innocent...please release him...

Emperor Tiansheng said nothing in silence, but he sneered for a while.

Mrs. Feng lowered her head, her fingers stuck in the iron seam, and her nails were bleeding.

"boom."

A small package was thrown in front of her, and Tiansheng Emperor's voice was angry, "Mingying, do you still want to hide me at this moment?"

Mrs. Feng opened the package, carefully looked at the things inside, and looked more and more ashamed, barely composure to put the things away, and kowtowed, "Mingying doesn't understand what your majesty meant."

"You really are inexplicably stupid to Dacheng!" Emperor Tiansheng yelled, "Actually playing this kind of sound of the East and West Li Dao stupid plan!"

Mrs. Feng shivered slightly, biting her lower lip, and said with a loud voice: "Your Majesty, you are fooled!"

"I won't be stupid like that!" Emperor Tiansheng was furious, "Why would Feng Hao still have a jade lock piece? Why is the birth date on it different? Why is there a Dacheng secret? He is clearly your adopted child, why are you Let’s say it’s my own life? The Wenpo found by Jin Yuwei pointed the clue directly to Feng Zhiwei, but why did that Wenpo die? I told you that I found the Dacheng Gongren that year, and testified that the concubine was born. It’s the prince, and I’ve found the real wife who gave birth to you. Feng Zhiwei is your biological daughter, Feng Hao is the adopted son, and he is bigger than Feng Zhiwei! Lock the film and change his birthday!"

Mrs. Feng's face changed drastically, blurting out, "Zhiwei is my own? Impossible! At that time, my child died when he fell off the grass..." She said that she suddenly stopped halfway through, and there was a look of thunder and shock on her face. What, the whole body trembled violently.

"Sure enough, you were deceived! Pingbai made a shield for others!" Emperor Tiansheng looked at Madam Feng's expression and became more and more sure that he had inferred, "I thought what kind of guts you had, I would rather use my own daughter. In order to survive in the aftermath, I still want to leave her and run away with Feng Hao. He turned out to be so!"

With a cry of "Ah", Mrs. Feng's tears burst into a silent face.

Emperor Tiansheng looked at her with a sorrowful expression, thinking that she had been deceived for more than ten years, almost taking her own daughter to die, and her heart could not help softening, but thought that even if she was deceived, she committed the most of the dynasty. The taboo crime of rebellion, with pain and twists in my heart, gave birth to some irritability and cold voice: "I don't know what you still do to protect Feng Hao, do you still expect to go out alive, and Feng Hao will give you a queen mother in the future Do it?"