The Rise of Phoenixes

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Feng Zhi clapped his hands slightly, Zong Chen threw a person over, and slumped on the ground like a sack.

"Meiduo..." Peony flower has a sharp voice.

Almost immediately she understood what Medo did, and the next sentence came fiercely and decisively.

"Come here, drag me to the back of the horse, and show her in front of each tent! Tell them that it is this woman who betrayed the king's whereabouts and killed the king!"

"Dai Fei Rao..." The groggy Mei Duo hadn't had time to ask for mercy, and had been dragged out by a few grassland strongmen with their hair pulled, and the blood was screaming all the way.

"The envoy is not her, but I already have clues." Feng Zhiwei held the trembling peony shoulder, "Peony, believe me, I will avenge Helian."

"The prairie son's hatred, the prairie came to report." Peony flower opened her hand and stared at her eyes. "Is it a court man?"

Feng Zhiwei was bitter and did not speak with his lips closed, but Peony had nodded, closed his sleeves, looked at the sky, and said lightly: "My son, I know that what he really wants to do is not afraid of life and death, that day If it weren’t for me and Zha Lan who had an argument, he might not have been the choice, it was I who hurt him... Zhiwei, the grassland will be given to you from now on."

She walked straight away from her neck, her back was lonely, Chamutu opened her hands to her, and Peony squatted down to pick him up and slowly left.

Those who have loved come and go, leaving her only for a long time on the top of Huzhuo Snow Mountain, covering the grassland with the lonely and sad glory.

The next day the court ambassador arrived, and Hu Zhuo Department held a grand funeral for their king. The concubine Feng Zhiwei, who had been "resting for a long time," finally appeared at the funeral of the king. In the tomb, the concubine knelt down and sprinkled the first soil.

The sadness of the farewell, shrouded in the tip of the woman's eyebrows, the grassland where the sorrows screamed, made the court come to sigh.

"Concubine." The bachelor of Chinese books seemed to be afraid of her excessive sadness and fainted in her arms at any time, carefully separated by three feet, and said, "Your Majesty heard about the bad news of King Shunyi. Concubine, and hope that the concubine will return to Dijing Rongyang as soon as possible.

Sure enough, Feng Zhiwei sneered in his heart, and the memory of Tiansheng Emperor was just like this. On weekdays, Feng Zhiwei couldn't be remembered, but she became a widow, and the old emperor remembered that she was a holy saint. The lord of Yingying was the person he had promised to take care of Mrs. Feng.

She covered her heart and leaned on the maid, the inexhaustible Shane said that she would return to Beijing to see Shane immediately after she was better.

The court was sent away, and she watched the prairie boys walking in a sealed coffin, flattening the ground, and then built a huge plot to build the cemetery, but no one knew the exact location of the tomb.

The shadow of the distant mountain was smeared on the gradually flat land. She sat on the cold ground, tragically drawing the outline of the shadow, and tranced in the bottom of her heart to let herself remember that the shadow of the tip of the mountain was at the end. This is where Helian stayed asleep...

I don't know when, there is another shadow, silently covering her, the figure is not thick, but it just covers her shadow.

Then there was a pair of warm hands, a little hesitant but never changed direction, fell on her shoulder.

Feng Zhiwei looked back a little dull, and from the blurry angle of view he saw a white veil and a delicate jaw.

She blinked, thinking that her tears and dizziness appeared again, a bit unbelievable, but the man patted her shoulder awkwardly, the warmth and the unique awkward posture in the palm of her hand, it was amazing to know heart.

Feng Zhiwei blinked again. In this blink, the liquid in her eyes finally fell, and then she turned back silently and hugged the man.

The man raised his hand in an instant, and it seemed that he was about to throw people out, but Feng Zhiwei leaned over as if he didn't care about it. The hand he just raised didn't move anymore, and was a little stiff held by Feng Zhiwei, straight. of.

Feng Zhiwei leaned his face against his particularly soft and comfortable cloth, against the slightly damp cloth, and sighed: "Although I think you shouldn't be here, I'm so happy to see you at this moment... …"

"Nanyi..." she whispered almost dreamily, "I'm so happy, I'm glad you are still here."

Gu Nanyi lowered her face and looked at the woman holding her waist. From his angle, she only saw her long eyelashes, caged with water mist, and it seemed to be embellished with countless crystal diamonds in the sun, and the light stabbed him. A little uncomfortable, as if my heart is also filled with countless angular crystal diamonds, which continue to sharpen the flesh and blood with the pulsation, faintly painful.

Is this... Feng Zhiwei's tears?

Have you ever heard of this painful feeling of tearing your heart and lungs? Has your heart hurt?

Gu Nanyi stared staringly at the shimmering light in the sunlight. He had met her for so long, separated, and had never seen her cry with his own eyes, and when he finally saw it, he suddenly understood the taste of heartache.

Following the emotions of loneliness, confusion, sprouting, missing, etc. that she understood, she understood heartache.

Hearing news from half a month ago, Helian Zheng died. He was stunned for a long time, and his uneasy heart was filled with uneasiness. There was no reason to suddenly feel that she needed him.

He thought she needed him, he came, and the mountain was far away, he rushed to the horizon.

Throwing everything away, driving for half a month, when she saw her sitting alone in the bleak black silhouette on the horizon of the vast grassland, she felt that the world was so lonely, leaving her alone.

No, no.

Gu Nanyi held her in her arms and wanted to use this action to give her more warmth, and hated herself for not being a warm physique. She couldn't scorch her cold instantly.

That kind of strength made Feng Zhiwei feel that they were a little shocked at the moment, and quickly broke free. Gu Nanyi didn't insist, frowned, and looked at her face, snorted, and immediately used The sleeves of her clothes were wiped out in a mess, and her movements were not gentle. She wiped the makeup of the concubine on her face. When she was finished, she touched the sleeves carefully. She was very distressed about how his clothes were stained.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the series of movements of Gu Shaoyu, a clean lover, but only felt familiar and kind.