The Rise of Phoenixes

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Ning Yi laughed with satisfaction, "Uh... lip therapy, it really didn't hurt."

Feng Zhiwei ignored him, and the best way to deal with the flirtation was when the flirtation did not exist. She dragged the steamer and clipped the vine cake, and put three pieces on each plate.

Look at the cake, soft and reddish, with the fragrance of vine dill, it looks really similar to the vine dill cake of the year. Ning Yi, who has never been in the kitchen, has a result of this for the first time. Feng Zhiwei felt ashamed.

Looking at the cake for a long time, Feng Zhiwei had not moved his chopsticks, but his eyes were complicated, but a pair of chopsticks stretched out and helped her to tear the cake lightly. As if that year.

"It's too beautiful to look dumbfounded?" Ning Yi snorted with a low laugh. "Unfortunately, no matter how you look, you can't eat with your eyes."

"Your Royal Highness's first hand-made rare concubine." Feng Zhi twitched it slowly, "I think it's necessary to treasure it and keep it high."

"All you need to cherish is the cook himself." Ning Yi whispered, blowing her earlobe, "As for the cake, there are many opportunities for a long time, waiting for me to do it for you."

Feng Zhi slightly curled his lips, did not speak, and took a bite of the cake.

It's still fragrant, Ning Yi's martial arts are good, the kneading dough is strong, the noodle cake is flexible and strong, but this one is better than the noodle cake in the past, but the salt is not counted, it is heavier, and it affects the fragrance of the vine cake. Taste.

She smiled and said, "It's delicious."

"Is it?" Ning Yi also tasted it, oh said, "So this is the vine dill cake? So this is the taste of what I made myself?"

"How?" Feng Zhi asked him with a smile.

"What do you think?" Ning Yi didn't answer the question.

This person has this temperament and is used to hiding. He refuses to say anything. Feng Zhi sighs lightly and gently says: "The real taste is not in the tongue, but in the heart. Unintentional, the best food also tasteless, caring, cabbage The steamed buns still have a sweet aftertaste."

Ning Yi smiled and said nothing, slowly eating the cake.

The two of them were eating cakes in a warm and sultry atmosphere in a room, eating both taste and mood.

Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand and wiped Ning Yi's floured eyebrows and cheeks with his sleeves. He smiled and said, "Look what it looks like. At first glance, I thought you were frowning."

"I'm hoping." Ning Yi let her wipe it, her eyes closed against the back of the chair, immobile, and the tone was long, "This scene is not now, but many years later, I am white-browed, making cakes for you, and then We have dinner at the same table, you wipe me sweat, tell me, old man, the cake is tired, Minger will eat dried bamboo shoots and roast chicken."

Feng Zhi smiled slightly, but stopped halfway.

Ning Yi opened her eyes and looked at her.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

A long while Feng Zhi said slowly: "Well..."

Ning Yi's eyes lit up.

"The cake is tired...I'm going to sleep." Feng Zhiwei was willing to follow his playbook.

Ning Yi sighed and said, "It's almost like, it's just the wrong one. The three characters in front of it, the most important thing, why did you miss it?"

"Which three words?" Feng Zhiwei looked at him blankly and ignorantly. "It's dark? Full? I'm tired? Are you tired?"

With a smile, Ning Yi was too lazy to care about this bad woman, pulled her over, and gently pressed her shoulder, "Zhiwei, remember that year, you and I said, to be a simple woman, with the simplest Men and the simplest life, a small house, a few acres of fields, and a suitable simple person, stand up for you when you are humiliated, fencing and cutting people when you are betrayed, when you are disappointed When I was with you, I slowly coaxed you into the fire, scolded you impatiently when you were crying, and hugged you to let you cry... Maybe I was not simple enough, maybe I wouldn’t cut the sword, but you see , I will protect you from the wind and rain, I will not cut people, I will be yin people, I like to share a fire with you, as long as you want I can coax you up all night, I’m afraid that you will be noisy when you are hurt and cry I don't think you will let me see it, but if I do see it, I will never scold you impatiently, who makes you cry, let me die, and let that person cry before you die... Zhiwei, I don't It meets your conditions. I can't do the things you asked for, but you don't think that such a me may be more suitable for you?"

A long sentence, with a long tone, like the midnight wind hovering in the ear, facing Feng Zhiwei of Ning Yi, his shoulder trembling in silence.

Her trembling, thin shoulders, butterflies fluttering like wings, such a rare and delicate gesture, looked at the eyes of people, but in the slight pity, there will be a slight coolness.

Ning Yi's finger did not move away, and she rested on the tip of the butterfly wing with a gentle but gentle gesture.

No matter how strong the woman is, there will be immovable fragility and tenderness in the heart. At this moment, he seems to hear the bottom of her heart, and the sigh is long and thin.

He smiled softly.

All that should be said, the ones she cherished, she can see, he is willing to give her time.

"It's not too early." He skimmed her slightly disordered hair. "Tomorrow morning, I have to get up early and travel far, and rest early."

There is a sentence in my heart that cannot be exported. Only when there is no one can I raise my toast.

Feng Zhi slowly turned around and smiled, "It's complicated to supervise the palace, you have other errands, it must be very hard, pay attention to your body."

Ning Yi yelled and said, "Although the military department officials are the old seven, I will find a way to send a group of middle-aged students from Qingming, who are about to be appointed, as far as possible to the south of Longhai, South Fujian. You are also more convenient. In addition, the northern Xinjiang side has just won the victory. The most recent battle was Tiansheng Dajie. Jin Siyu retreated a hundred miles and gave up the Tiansheng territory that was originally occupied. It is said that the Dayue Royal Palace has made a fortune, and the throne may have changed. Jin Siyu is unwilling to fight, and seems to be preparing to take troops back to Beijing to take the throne. In this big victory, Chun Yumeng and Yao Yangyu will all return to Beijing to reign. I will let them help you."

"Is Chunyu Xiaoyao doing meritorious service?" Feng Zhi raised his eyebrows with a smile, "No, there is no good water in the poor mountains over southern Fujian. There is no oil and water in this place. For my short trip, let them stay there for at least a few years? Wait for me They have to stay there when it's gone, which is too kind."