The Rise of Phoenixes

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He saw the endless black and deep in her eyes, because there were too many things left to become empty, such black fearless but sad, like waiting for the final destiny of destiny.

Silently staring at each end of the long street.

In the middle is the flying snow-like paper money.

Feng Zhiwei's gaze finally fell slowly on the oncoming coffin, his face white and calm, rein, he dismounted, avoided the road, and bowed.

The people on all sides praised the manners of Wei Bachelor, and praised the gratitude of Wei Bachelor to Xin Bachelor.

According to folklore, the Wei bachelor voluntarily went to prison with his teacher.

Fortunately, everyone is safe.

The Jinhuas listened to that admiration, their pale faces turned red, and they shivered.

Xin Ziyan was still the same, standing in the wind in August.

Then he went on with a blank face.

He accompanied the coffin, under the eyes of everyone, in the tight breaths of the seven aunts, and under the intense gaze of Jin Yuwei, he walked towards Feng Zhiwei step by step.

Walk to Feng Zhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei stood silently.

Xin Ziyan looked up blankly and indifferently.

then.

Rub shoulders.

Pass by.

The wind on all sides swayed, stirring the black butterflies and the white paper money, and the Xin family passed straight on, rubbing her shoulders, just like the one who bowed at the corner, never existed.

The biggest hate is not the anger that the halberds are talking about, and the hate that can be scolded is not deep enough.

The greatest hatred comes from the powerful and energetic force deep inside, which can only be expressed by the repressed silence.

Words can’t kill people without waste.

But there is a part of strength to keep revenge.

Feng Zhi was silent on the corner of the street. Those people never said a word, but she seemed to hear that the people walking around, even the bones, were desperately squeezed, making a sound of craving to be broken.

When the team had passed, she straightened up, mounted, and moved forward, her face calm and quiet.

When they saw the enemy, they squeezed their hatred with all their strength.

When she saw the enemy, she used all her strength to kneel at him, weep, and thank you.

No one is more bitter than anyone else, and it is only this way of endless circulation.

She was slightly distracted at once, and did not notice that Zong Chen, who was behind her, looked at the back of Xin's family and frowned slightly.

Feng Zhiwei seems to be static, but in fact his mind is a little trance after all, but Zong Chen feels Xin Ziyan's powerful murderous murder of Feng Zhiwei.

He frowned, thinking that Feng Zhiwei would take care of the affairs happening in Dijingli again and again, so that he could not let the grassland and Xiliang know, but some things could not be allowed.

The blood-buoyant is loyal to the lord, but it is not destiny. In the iron rule of the blood-buoyant of Dacheng's secret, after the founding of the emperor, Dacheng had orders, as long as it was beneficial to the lord, or there was something that blood-buoy considered to endanger the life of the lord , Blood Floating has the right to self-determination.

She can't do what she doesn't want to do, he comes.

Zong Chen raised his head, thought for a moment, and made a gesture. Immediately, there were a few ordinary guards. He naturally fell behind a few steps, and then disappeared silently on the street corner.

Ten miles away from the city, the Jiaoshan Mountain is beautiful and the terrain is good. Many officials and nobles in Beijing have been encircled as family burial sites.

Xin Ziyan bought a hill and buried Fat Ahua high on the top of the peak, where it was condescending and could be seen very far. Xin Ziyan thought Ahua would like it there, she liked to climb high, always said to climb high , Maybe you can see the old houses in the Hanoi countryside.

In fact, the old house in the countryside in Hanoi was already dilapidated. Last year Xin Ziyan quietly sent people to repair the house. After preparing for a few years, after his Highness took the throne, he brought Ahua to his hometown and gave her a surprise. He also found a block after the mountain. Feng Shui Treasure, intending to be buried there with Ahua in the future.

Surprise there will be no more in this life, and he did not help the coffin to be buried in Hanoi. On the one hand, he is still not free. On the other hand, he still has something to do in Dijing. Let the golden flowers be sent back together for burial.

He said this to the Jinhuas lightly. The little aunts cried in a ball. He was troubled and drove them away.

The last handful of soil fell on the tomb, he carefully cultivated it with his hands, and a whole body lay down in front of the grave, waved his hand, and let the funeral procession go back.

The servants of the Xin family did not dare to obey the order of the master, not to mention the presence of the guards of Jin Yuwei.

A team of guards stood far away from the three feet, and did not want to disturb the college clerk. Xin Ziyan leaned on the tomb. After a long pause, he took out a jug of wine and drank it up on his head.

He didn't drink very well, and his heart was full of sorrow, and he was drunk after pouring down most of the pot. When he lifted his hand, the wine pot twirled and fell into the clouds of the mountains.

The mountains were damp, and white mist lingered around. Xin Ziyan stretched out his hand and smirked, "Ahhua, are you here? Hey, how do you wear white clothes? I remember you hate white clothes most."

He stumbled and stretched his hand to hug, hug an empty space, plopped on the head of the grave, simply hugged the grave and rubbed, muttered: "Don't hit your face, Minger is not good to see people..."

Suddenly, drunk and said: "Your face is so cold... Are you crying?... I tell you to give the mantou to the boss... Don't give it to me...I'm not hungry..."

The fog was getting heavier on all sides. In the distance, Jin Yuwei was a little uneasy to see his drunkenness. He was afraid that he would fall off the cliff and wanted to take a closer look. When he had just reached the edge of the fog, he fell silently.

Xin Ziyan didn't even realize it, hugged the grave head and said something old.

Suddenly a person came in the white mist.

The man was also in white, Qi Changqingjun, a purple jade flute around his waist, and the green tassel lingered in the wind.

He walked over quietly, looked down at Xin Ziyan, and a little hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally he sighed slowly.

"I promised him to take care of him, no matter who his life is."

Then he reached out his hand.

Xin Ziyan hugged the tomb tightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated with Fat Ahua.

The fog suddenly fluctuated.

In a thick white, the figure suddenly flashed, showing a black robe corner, vaguely with a crimson collar blazing like a flame, the air crackled immediately on all four sides, and the mountain wind was like a fist, and the head was covered to Zong Chen Under the hood.