The Rise of Phoenixes

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She shook her arms and shouted to the sky, "I'll be a soldier for a lifetime!"

Her back was carved in the golden sunset, and her silhouette was clear.

Feng Zhiwei stopped talking and looked up at the woman's vigorous back. Her eyes were moist and bright, and she smiled for a long time.

"I still have an idea." Hua Qiong finished roaring, and gathered close to her with excitement. "Your mother's flaming phoenix army was a soldier army. It originated in southern Fujian and developed to the peak with Xiliang Yinzhiliang. After Yin Zhiyan was repulsed, your mother was seized and returned to Beijing. The Fire Phoenix Army was disbanded on the spot. Although most of the women should have married and had children, there must be a lot of people who miss the old master and miss the career of military horses. Those who are used to soldiers may not be able to get used to returning to the ordinary people. There must be many people who are looking forward to raising their guns and launching their predecessors. These veterans who have been fighting for a long time in the battlefield are very valuable. Get together."

Feng Zhiwei stared at her and said slowly, "You have to be careful."

"This needs your help." Hua Qiong waved his hands and said indifferently, "You gave me something of your mother, I was so good as to coax people, after you return to the dynasty, the reconstruction of the Fire Phoenix Army also needs you to Promote it at the right time. I know nothing. I don’t do anything. I just hope to work hard in the south of Fujian. In the future, when you are most difficult or need it, you will be your retreat."

I hope to work hard to make a world, and will be your retreat in the future.

There are people in this world who are willing to spend their whole lives to pave the way for you to escape when you turn around.

There is a promise that does not need to be decisive, but it is so majestic that it makes people unable to speak and only wants to cry.

Feng Zhiwei raised his head to the sky, his nose sour for a long time.

After a long time she took out a hairpin in her arms and handed it to Hua Qiong without saying anything.

She was not told that this was Mrs. Feng's last relic. Many of the previous jewelry had already been sold clean during those most embarrassing times.

"I will keep it for you." Hua Qiong looked at the quaint hairpins repeatedly and put away carefully.

The two smiled at each other and said nothing more.

The wind in the grassland at dusk is very cold, but the heart is hot.

Hua Qiong occasionally glanced at Feng Zhiwei, Zong Chen sealed the memory, and they all secretly said that Hua Qiong felt that it was not a bad thing in his heart. Ning Yi was right. Feng Zhiwei felt the most painful thing, not just Feng. The wife’s sacrifice and the betrayal from the earliest people she loved were the biggest harm to a woman, but she felt that it wouldn’t be better if all the past was sealed? It is a pity that Feng Zhiwei is too shrewd, and once the memory is really blank, she will definitely go after it, and instead make a mistake, it would be better for Zong Chen to adjust her memory after the operation, at least to avoid the betrayal in her heart. pain.

However, the extremely powerful Zhiwei in her heart, can her memory really be sealed?

Hua Qiong looked at Feng Zhiwei's blinding eyes and smiled bitterly. No one dared to say that he knew Feng Zhiwei.

When the moon rose, accompanied by a ray of cooking smoke, Hua Qiong saw someone coming from a distance, carrying a golden monkey on both shoulders and holding the shape of a baby.

She smiled and asked, "Knowing that it is a living Buddha, you really want to go with you?"

"It's not that I want to take it away." Feng Zhi frowned slightly, with a headache expression, "It is Xiao Gu who must walk with me, knowing that he must walk with Xiao Gu, fortunately, Huzhuo Living Buddha had also visited Emperor Jing in his early years. For the precedent, just use this reason to fool it first, so that it slowly fades away from the interference of theocracy and waits for the Helen king to stabilize, he can do whatever he wants."

Hua Qiong sighed, thinking of the poor king, and the concubine came to the grassland to make a circle, and laid a solid kingship for him. After all, he still had to go back to the imperial emperor Jingyu. It was just like Shizi at that time, always following, no wonder that the golden lion king has been anxious and depressed recently, and he has been fighting cockfighting all day long.

Of course, this also has something to do with Jiarong and Meiren. The woman was brought back by Ning Yi, and refused to go back to Beijing with Ning Yi, but he died surrounded by Helian. Helian had already eaten enough of Meidu’s suffering. Dare to accept any beauties of beauty, and hide too much trouble.

Mei Duo has disappeared since the encounter with Helian Zheng, but now there are only seven Babiao left, looking for her with a knife all over the grassland all day long-Dapeng is equal to dying in her hands, this hatred It must be reported that Mei Duo's life, even if it can live a long time, must be overwhelmed.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the young Master Gu who was near, smiled slightly, and pulled Hua Qiong up to welcome him.

Master Gu put a cloak in her hand over her shoulder.

A group of people walked back and heard Helian Zheng's voice while bypassing a sandbag.

"I don't eat this!"

Then came Jiarong's voice, gentle and gentle, not crying or retreating, "Then try this, onion pancake..."

"No green onions!"

"Then there is fried bao..." Jiarong was not discouraged.

"Buns are steamed buns, why are you sautéed when you are full!"

King Helian learned a lesson, and decided not to confess to any woman except to know nothing about Feng...

Feng Zhi looked at the sky in silence.

The road is long, and you are precious, Jiarong girl.

She smiled, bypassed the sandbags, and intended to say hello, but at this moment did not want to embarrass King Helian.

On the side of the sandbag, He Lianzheng never took another step, did not come out to greet Feng Zhiwei, he pressed his hand on the sandbag, did not listen to Jiarong's chatter behind him, and only listened to the sound of her leaving footsteps.

Listening to this footstep for a moment is also good.

All the people in this life have experienced parting, long pavilion and short pavilion, according to each other, how many times he scoffed at it, only to realize at this moment that the original Wen Creu book was not wrong, then don't, sadly ecstasy.

Ecstasy to his life without fear, he could not take steps at this moment, to calmly bid farewell to her.

He was afraid that he would see those eyes, and he blurted out what he begged her to leave. He was not afraid of receiving a disappointing answer. He was only afraid that he was not conscious enough to embarrass her.

He pulled his fingers into the pile of sand fiercely. At the same time that the rough sand and stone shattered into the powder in the palm of his hand, he also broke the palm of his palm. In the hot pain, the heart that had been heavily pressed against the haze seemed to have a relief. The pleasure of solution.