The Rise of Phoenixes

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"I think they are very willing." Ning Yi said lightly, "If you talk about the reputation in the minds of the people of Qingming and the common people in the world, I'm afraid I will surpass me."

Feng Zhiwei turned to look at him, but Ning Yi was no exception. "The situation makes heroes. Scholars and people need someone like you as a leader. This position is not suitable for me. Zhiwei, you go."

Feng Zhi slightly lowered his eyes, who in this world is like a mirror? I can see all the submerged thoughts behind the thick fog, but they stand far away and dare to let everything go.

"Go rest, I think you are very tired." She pushed him.

Ning Yin sighed, let go gently, put down the sleeves rolled up high, but pinched her fingertips at the bottom of the sleeve, his fingers were warm, with a smooth touch of flour, and the sleeves were familiar The fragrant scent of light, Feng Zhi slightly lowered his eyes, and his cold fingertips were gradually warmed. In that gentle touch, it seemed that there was a fine electric light passing through the body, shaking out a slight tremor.

She had been sitting still, watching Ning Yi open the door, her back disappeared into the darker night, the warm mist in the kitchen gradually settled down, the faint like frost on the glass, adhered to the table case On the touch, there was a layer of crystal water vapor, exuding a little coldness, she slowly extended her finger, unconsciously drawing something on the table case, but when the painting was about to end, her body shuddered, Retracted his fingers.

For a long time she stood up, the warm mist had dispersed, and the kitchen seemed empty and cold. She slowly packed the cold cakes, carefully wrapped them in mulberry paper, and prepared to take them on the road tomorrow.

The cake in the paper bag exudes a touch of vine scent. She remembered for so many years in that scent that eating vine scented cakes was actually a fixed day.

Every year today.

Her birthday.

The real birthday.

Only on that day, the mother will not be afraid of picking vines, only a part of the buds in a large bag can be made, a little cleaning, kneading and rolling, lard has to go to the big kitchen to ask, they She has always been a conscious and self-respecting person, and this is the case once a year. She agrees to give her a snobbish smile on the kitchen because she knows that if she is not allowed to do so, she will feel a loss to her and she will not take her. She walked through these days with a loss.

In those years, it was unclear why her birthday was different from what Niang claimed, and she didn’t know why she always secretly passed her birthday. She asked, Niang didn’t answer, but touched her head slightly sadly, gently Tao: "Zhiwei, one day you will understand."

Now she really understood, but it was too late.

After the heavy snow that year, she thought she would not eat vine cake anytime, and she did not plan to make it for herself. Some things passed in the past, buried deep, and dug out, but the old wounds were broken in vain That's it.

Unexpectedly, tonight, an unintentional mention, she met another vine Luoxiang.

Feng Zhiwei pressed his hand to the chopping board, feeling the bone-chilling cold, and the light in his eyes flowed, and there was a slight doubt.

Tonight, this vine cake is a coincidence, or...

After a while she closed her eyes and sighed.

Turning around, her frost-like eyes enveloped the imperial temple, where there were two women with suspicions. Under the green lantern and ancient Buddha, they were plotting a cold plan.

There, a newborn son of the dynasty is gestating, waiting to be sold out at the most appropriate time, which will break the battle of the royal tree's quiet and windy position.

Contemplating, she took the paper bag, closed the kitchen door, slowly walked to the backyard, and sat down next to the well leading to the Chu Mansion.

The well water is clear, reflecting the hazy moon tonight, and the trees are whirling on all sides, like countless pairs of fingers unable to stretch their grasp.

She sat by the well platform and looked up at the moon for a long time, until she saw the moon's color, and it shattered into the sun, smearing the morning sun.

At dawn, she slowly got up and left the well platform with a coat of dew.

Jingtai was silent, as if to stay silent forever, remembering the silence of the night.

Dawn broken gold usually shot over and shot on the well platform.

There, in a corner that is not too eye-catching, there are two thin characters, which seem to use internal force to nail, and mark the bluestone along the well.

"Imperial Temple."

At dawn, the horses and horses were ready in the front yard, and the big and small children were waiting for her at the door in spirit.

Feng Zhiwei reluctantly packed himself up, thinking that he should have concealed the haggard that hadn't slept all night. He didn't want Gu Nanyi to see her and said, "No sleep."

Feng Zhi smirked slightly, and Gu left and right said to him, "Have everything been brought together? Gu knew the big pillows necessary to sleep every night..."

Something hit her leg, and looking back, Miss Gu's left arm bent a big pillow, her right arm bent a cage, the cage couldn't move, dragged on the ground, and there were her two monkeys on her shoulder, The whole portrait was a ram of moving baby carriages, and the servants ran around.

Feng Zhiwei squatted down, the cage was very delicate, but there was nothing in it. This girl, what is the purpose of Da Lao Yuan's back cage?

She sincerely asked Miss Gu. Miss Gu gave her a wide eye and said slowly: "I heard there are a lot of fun over there."

Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized, dare to miss Miss Gu's family heard that there are many rare animals in Xiliang, southern Fujian. This is the second time to grab a pair of stylus monkeys to strengthen the pet team.

"Then you don't need to bring a cage from here..." Feng Zhi tentatively instructed that if this thing appeared in the court team of Xiliang, people would misunderstand her walking the dog and the dog.

Miss Gu's words, without a word, snapped a bump on the base of the cage.

"boom."

With a muffled sound, the top of the cage woven with golden silk bamboo strips suddenly spread out, and several originally curved strips of Huo Ran popped up.

Feng Zhiwei was bending over to ask, and was very close to the cage. She never thought that this child's cage was less than three years old. It was actually a murder weapon, and the stripe was near!

"Oh."

Suddenly a hand was stretched out, a hand opened the Feng Zhiwei, then the finger flicked, and the bamboo strip fell into a turquoise powder in midair.