The Rise of Phoenixes

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Master Gu was still, and continued to eat.

Hey, Master, how easy is it to talk?

did not hear it?

Of course, Gu Nanyi heard that sentence, and was thinking calmly that this bug was much tastier than the ones he had eaten when he was three years old, and Wei Fu’s cooks were good, and he could make the bad bugs like this.

While thinking, he told Feng Zhiwei, "Try the worm, the grasshopper, the worm, and the bell worm next time. The meat is crisp, like this, it is sour."

Hua Qiong suddenly smiled.

Zong Chen had already put down his chopsticks, his eyes were far away, and he was a bit bleak.

Yan Huaishi looked at the left and right, the rich man, hadn't reflected the meaning of this sentence for a while.

Feng Zhiwei was already there.

What is he saying?

She knows Gu Nanyi very well. Because of his own reasons, this person must live carefully and honorably. The food, clothing and housing must be more sophisticated than the average person, otherwise it will be very painful, so he can never be a bug eater, but just listened to him. In other words, that natural, calm and calm attitude is obviously that he really has eaten on this for a long time.

What exactly did this jade-carved and precious boy experience behind the closed and quiet world?

Feng Zhiwei vaguely remembered that Zong Chen once said that he really came to Gu Nanyi. After he was six years old, Gu Nanyi lost his father at the age of three. His original organization was broken up. For three years, no one The three-year-old child who was taking care of him lived alone in the rivers and lakes until Zong Chen found him in a deep mountain ruined temple. On that side, Zong Chen responded to the vows of the family of Xuanyuan and went out to protect him.

What kind of life did such a special child live in that wandering three years?

What kind of meeting scenes have made the indifferent Zongchen, who was born in the family of Xuanyuan, willing to give up his freedom and sincerely support him?

Feng Zhiwei suddenly hated that he was too numb and ruthless before, why never thought about it carefully, how did a person like Gu Nanyi survive those three years in his childhood?

However, did you not expect it, or did you dare to think about it?

"I'm full and I'm full, Ming'er I have to get up early, let's all go." Hua Qiong saw her sitting blankly, her eyes flashed, stretched out and got up first, picked up Feng Zhiwei Dao: "Hold on, walk with me to eat and drink, otherwise I might be unable to sleep."

Feng Zhiwei grinned reluctantly: "Okay." He ordered people to withdraw from the seat. Everyone was always together, and they all came back together. Feng Zhiwei took Hua Qiong and took a walk in the backyard garden.

At the end of spring, the scenery is just right, although the flowers in the night are all half-rested, but it has its own subtle and gentle style. The moonlight milk drops on the half-bloomed bones, revealing a little purple, and it is beautiful.

The fragrance on all sides was spread out lightly. At night, the incense sticks and the phoenix flower cannabis. Huaqiong took a deep breath in the various fragrances and stretched his eyebrows. "Minger has left Dijing! Happy!"

"Don't like it?" Feng Zhi asked with a smile.

"What do you say?" Hua Qiong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Di Jing has shown me a test case!"

She suddenly turned around and shook Feng Zhiwei's hand, sincerely said: "Zhiwei, I don't know what you think, but I think that now you look like flowers with Jinyi scenery, but you are walking on the edge of the cliff. The companion is like a companion tiger, and has different feelings in the same hall. The higher you climb, the faster and the more dangerous, because you are a lone or a lone who is jealous of everyone, just like a test case, once the wall falls, everyone pushes together, Who will help you then?"

She also thought of this... Feng Zhi smiled faintly, "Are you persuading me to choose wood to live for?"

"I advise you to at least make an appearance that is dependent, just like you just persuaded me to be dirty with the officialdom." Hua Qiong said, "Even if you are on both sides, whether you are in Cao Ying's heart or in Han. , I don’t care about these things. I only hope that Emperor Jing’s trend can stand firm."

"Your Majesty wants me to be an orphan." Feng Zhiwei said softly, "Wei Zhi is too prestigious, he will not rest assured that such a person belongs to the camp, the old guy has not lost control of the court, and followed closely , It’s more important not to keep up with him."

"You're talking to me about him." Hua Qiongbai glanced at her, "You know what I mean, you know I don't want you to explicitly join whose camp."

Feng Zhiwei didn't speak anymore. If she smiled thoughtfully, Hua Qiong observed her expression, but still couldn't hold Feng Zhiwei's lost memory. Does she still exist? She is not a devious person, think about it. Think or say directly: "I think His Highness is sincere to you. I don't care what you think, just to gain a foothold for yourself, you may as well get along with him."

"That's natural," Feng Zhi said lightly.

Hua Qiong looked at her and stopped talking, Feng Zhiwei smiled again, "You had persuaded me to stay away from him, but now the tone has changed."

"That's because the situation has changed." Hua Qiong sighed softly. "To this day, he is the most powerful prince. You are the most famous minister. If you can't use it for him, I'm afraid, in the future..."

Feng Zhiwei said nothing in silence, his eyes and the half-rested flowers were soft in the night, and he could not see any special emotions.

Hua Qiong's voice was suddenly lighter than the wind.

"You told me that year, you want to learn to cherish some rare thoughts in life, and occasionally want to follow your own heart freely. Now... is your heart still there?"

Is your heart still there?

The simplest question, the most difficult answer.

Quiet on all sides, the night worms were reluctant to sing, the flowers condensed their branches and leaves, and the moon received the brilliance. Everything was waiting for an answer.

A long time later, I sighed, but I don't know who sighed.

For a long while Huaqiong walked away suddenly, Feng Zhiwei didn't move, leaning on the pavilion, looking at the rippled pond fascinatingly, remembering that there was a woman in the night of King Chu's palace, a heavy and sad question and answer in blood.

After a while, footsteps started again, Hua Qiong came back, Feng Zhiwei still did not move, but suddenly stuffed behind him.

Light green wood, elegant color, with beautiful patterns of natural wind and snow, and a golden mandala flower on the edge.