The Rise of Phoenixes

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She grabbed Liu Mudan and fell on her shoulders, saying: "It's still a trouble to the concubine."

Liu Mudan was stunned, his eyes glanced at Feng Zhi slightly, and he smiled and said, "Okay...Okay...I'll send you over, I'll go if you're okay."

"I'm about to give birth..." Hua Qiong was lying on Liu Mudan's shoulder and biting her ear. "Some words are not good to talk to her girl's house, and I don't want to talk to men, but I want to ask you, which is right for you. Now..."

In this way, Liu Mudan was even more unable to refuse, and quickly greeted the female slave to help Hua Qiong away.

Feng Zhiwei looked at Hua Qiong's back slowly and smiled.

No one could stop it now.

She drove straight in with two of them, and at the gate of the living Buddha's yard in Damma, she asked for a generous appearance. Then the little lama who was on duty came out. Although she was a little uneasy, she was the concubine, and she brought only two of them. For reasons, she had to be invited in.

The varnished promenade fell silently, the light of tung oil under the eaves of the corridor was dim, and the old man shriveled like a child on the thick multicolored carpet felt peeping at the coming person with clairvoyant eyes.

Behind him, a gold-clad bronze Buddha statue, with a mysterious smile, silently watched the woman who walked with grace and expression.

Feng Zhiwei opened the door and everything was clearly visible in the house. Zong Chen and Gu Nanyi stood at the door. The little lamas waiting in the yard stared at the two people in the house without blinking.

"What are you doing here?" The old lama put his thick eyelids down and looked at the ground.

"Come and see our Damara." Feng Zhiwei sat far away, his words kind, but the tone didn't sound like that. The next sentence even shocked Dama, "Look at him, why don't you die?" What about?"

"Miss me..." Dama was silent for a while, and he smiled hoarsely. "You female wolf with suspicion, can you bite the **** on the cloud on this grassland?"

"For decades, the tribes worshiped incense and worshiped, and it really made you dizzy and thought of yourself as a god." Feng Zhi smiled slightly and lit the oil lamp on the table. The light of the oil lamp reflected the shadow of her eyelashes under her eyes. In my opinion, you are not as good as the one behind you, who will never talk nonsense."

"There is no nonsense." Dama stared at her momentarily, dumbly, "This is the greatest sin of disciples, and they dare not commit it."

"Even if every word you predicted is true." Feng Zhiwei leaned forward and stared at his eyes, "Dare you say you are doing it out of conscience? Do you dare to say that you have never received any Influence? Dharma, disciples, must always be impartial. Do you dare to say that in this matter, all your words and all your actions have nothing to be picky about, and have no doubts?"

Dama was motionless, the old layers of wrinkles layered together, shrunk like a rotten blanket in the shadow of the oil lamp.

In the dim and condensed atmosphere, something seemed to be pressed down heavily, and the old lama's eyebrows showed a tired look.

"What did Klie say to you?" Feng Zhiwei leaned back and leaned on the huge pillow, his expression relaxed.

"He just told me what happened recently." Damma shook his head. "It's not what you guessed. If you say something bad, even if you say something, the result of the divination is destined to be by no means."

"Was he right by your side when you were divination?" Feng Zhiwei sneered slightly, "Dama, you think about it carefully."

The old lama shook, his turbid eyes flicked, recalling the scene of the divination, the original conviction gradually showed a trace of confusion, but he shook his head for a while, "He is far away."

"Can't you do anything without getting too far?" Feng Zhiwei went further.

The old lama fell into a round of contemplation again. His expression became more and more confused. The old brain seemed to turn particularly sluggish tonight. He desperately recalled the scene when Klie arrived at Huyin Temple not long ago, but found that he could not remember it. Know exactly what the details are.

"Old... old..." He shook his head and sighed, but still said stubbornly, "God's will is not wrong, you don't need to say anything, God's disciples will never change the result of the divination."

"Who wants you to change?" Feng Zhiwei stood up and laughed lazily. "Dama Mala, look at you, look bad, do you often suffer from insomnia? But it doesn't matter. Soon, you can sleep well."

She smiled and turned away. The brisk pace led the oil lamp flames to flicker. The old lama in the swaying light struggled to raise her eyelids and looked at her back, muttering: "The she-wolf coming to the prairie..."

"What kind of fabric do you use for children's diapers? Is it made of fine ge in summer? Or is it cotton? Will it be hot and sore?" Hua Qiong in the rear hall grabbed Liu Mudan and asked endlessly, touching Belly, "Oops... he's making me so uneasy tonight."

"Cotton is just fine, we don't have so much attention on the grassland in the Central Plains..." Liu Mudan gently stroked her belly and asked worriedly, "Go and ask the medical officer? Your child, I said to ask the medical officer what do you do Not willing..."

Footsteps were heard outside the corridor.

As soon as Liu Mudan loosened his hand, Hua Qiong sat up, stretched his back, and said with a smile: "Why do you ask a medical officer? I'm fine."

Her eyes were clear, her movements climbed up sharply, and she walked around the room quickly, facing Liu Mudan with her hand. "Your words are more effective than panacea. I'm feeling better now!"

Liu Mudan looked up at the pregnant woman who was still breathing just a moment ago. Her face was very beautiful, her nose was not her nose, her eyes were not her eyes.

"Okay?" Feng Zhiwei stepped in with a smile and said, "It's really troublesome peony flowers. The peony flowers are out of the blue. No one can stop them."

"Hua Qiong has no one to stop it." Peony Hua laughed and climbed up, "Okay, she is in good spirits, I have also been used up, you have gone, and I continue to go."

"Please, please." Feng Zhiwei smiled and saw the Peony Empress Dowager running away, turning back to Huaqiong, who proudly praised her son, stroking her belly with pride.

The breath of the grassland in the morning is fresh and bright, and it shines on the black-white roof of the black tiles and white walls. The second palace of Potala on the high hill is pure and precious.