The Rise of Phoenixes

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It is better to throw away and fall in love with each other.

Feng Zhiwei laughed softly.

Sometimes I have to admire my foresight.

At this moment in prosperity, I saw the vastness of the other side, and saw the desolation of fate early.

She gently picked up the drumstick and raised her hand, the golden handle traversing the bright streamer in the darkness.

"Boom."

The heavy, unbreakable night was dull.

The seventh floor, Begonia sauce flatbread.

The begonia jam cake in his arms blocked the secret knife of the five princes who had a deceit.

"Who do you save?"

Some questions don’t have to be asked. The answers are clearly there. Jiangshan Beauty is more important than others. Ning Yi is not the Emperor Li who poured the dynasty for the concubine. Then seized the world Sejong demon princess.

The first time I heard about Jin Yuwei, he reminded her with that indifferent tone.

"We must be careful when we are courtiers."

"If people want to live, they have to be extra careful."

Feng Zhiwei, you are actually very dull and dull.

You can see the Chuhe Han world that runs across each other, and you can't see the painful plan near you.

Feng Zhi slowly picked up the Begonia butter cake. The road to the north of Emperor Beijing was far away. The cake was stiff and hard. She chewed slowly, as if she were still leaning on the corridor rail in front of Yushufang. cake.

At that time, the flatbread was very soft and soft, and the smile was very relaxed.

Eat in one bite like that.

No taste.

The eighth floor, pine nuts.

"Let's discuss with our neighbors upstairs and order something to eat."

The owner of the pine tree was defeated by her tongue of spring, and the old den was emptied by the wicked.

"Human evil is better than animals. Animals rarely provoke you, betray you, trample you, hurt you for no reason, but people will."

Just as she was hungry and emptied of the squirrel's food for a winter, she would naturally meet everyone who emptied her because she needed it.

The world cycle has always been the same.

The ninth floor, dried fish.

When the South China Sea first arrived, Xia Mawei was called like a wave, and the people smashed the dried fish on the bow, but he and she were very good at taking it to share.

"His Royal Highness will set the chopsticks personally, and Master Wei will cook the dishes in person, and invite Master Zhou to board the boat and burn the fire."

In this life, you will come to cook with chopsticks, but ordinary people usually do housework. People who change their positions and positions seem to sing a luxury.

On the tenth floor, pine flakes and mint cake.

Two very ordinary snacks, which she loves to eat, seem to be less representative than the many special gifts in front.

She frowned and pondered for a long time. Perhaps, Ning Yi was just piggybacking on her favorite Southern food?

A picture flashed in his mind, a man and a woman snuggling together, his hands pressed tightly to her shoulders, her face firmly attached to his open chest.

On the table behind the two snuggling, there were snacks prepared for her.

Some things were not necessarily noticed at the time, and it took a long time to recall the memory before flashing back into the picture, and found some of the original neglect.

He prepared dim sum for her, waiting for her who was destined to be full after the seafood feast, but it was a misunderstanding.

"I will one day be a simple woman, but a simple woman is only suitable for a simple man and a simple life. By then, I hope to have a small house, a few acres of land, and a suitable simple person, When I was humiliated, I stood up to block me. When I was betrayed, I slashed and chopped people. When I was disappointed, I coaxed me slowly towards the fire. When I was injured and crying, I scolded me impatiently. Hold me and let me cry."

Ha... Ning Yi, when you say this, you and I all know, don't say you are not that simple man, not even I can be that simple woman.

We laughed falsely all our lives, and we have no right to cry.

Who can throw away the red dust and forget about being a mortal for a hundred years?

The eleventh floor.

Feng Zhiwei thought it would be the kind of box made of phoenix wood. He didn't want to be a branch. Some of them were dead. The spots were mottled and there were some finger marks.

She did not recognize it for a long time, so she had to open the last layer.

On the twelfth floor, a letter lay quietly.

Feng Zhiwei stared at the letter. She had read many of his letters. At that time, in the pleasant sea breeze of the South China Sea, she read it with joy.

Later, when the sea pirates were cleared at sea, they were revisited countless times.

For thousands of miles to come, you must have a gentle and hopeful mood in order to read the long and long memories in your life.

Times have changed, things are right and wrong, nowadays, the letter is there, and the mood when reading the letter is no longer there.

"His Royal Highness is not affectionate for you, it is just deeper, but it's deep in the world, you have to think about it."

The smart and sharp Hua Qiong said in a moment when she was least able to control herself and was the most frivolous moment.

"I am a person who has died once, so I want to try to live a better life, I want to learn to cherish some rare thoughts in life, and I want to arbitrarily follow my heart occasionally."

The consequence of Xinma Youhe is to break through the mountains and rivers.

Now, Ning Yi, what are you going to say?

Explanation? Maybe; begging? Impossible; public affairs are like dealing with strangers-80%.

Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly in the moonlight, and finally picked up the letter slowly and read it word by word.

At first, the expression of "as expected", gradually frowned.

"There are scattered finger marks on the low tree outside the side hall, but you stayed? Did you treat that tree as me at that time? It doesn't matter if you were me. Why didn't you wait for me to come and pinch my throat with your fingers? "

He tilted his head and saw finger marks on the dead branches.

That day, she lingered in a daze for a long time outside the palace. She remembered staying under the tree. At that time, the soul was flying away, so she didn't remember what she had done to the tree.

It's really hard for him to find the tree, to see the marks that can't tell what it is, and to think of his own neck.

Feng Zhi smiled, and that smile was not in his eyes.