The Rise of Phoenixes

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The lights in the distance came to see the decaying gate, the cobweb dust, the faint gold word on the forefront of the semi-oblique plaque, "Wang Mansion", the first gold word had been knocked out.

Which king's palace seems to be this, but Feng Zhiwei knows the king's palace of the twenty-five or seventy princes, and is not here. Which is the palace of the prince?

What does Qing Fei come here for?

Feng Zhi slightly covered his face, his eyes gleaming, watching Qing Fei push open the dusty door, and walked directly into the courtyard and trailed three times, walking around in the already decadent garden, as if waiting for someone anxiously.

Immediately she seemed to hear something, and she ducked.

With a squeak, the dusty door was pushed open for the second time. A man in a brocade robe walked in with a child in his hand. He waved his hand, and several guards remained politely outside the door.

Feng Zhiwei, who was lying on the roof tiles of the Sanjin courtyard, shrank back when he heard footsteps.

He Ran is the father and son of Ning Ji who met during the day.

This big night, this abandoned king's palace, it is stranger to come than one!

Ning Ji's expression didn't seem to be an appointment with a person. He held the child in his hand, still holding a box in his hand, and walked slowly inwards until he reached the garden of the inner three, and stopped at a white stone table. , Took out some dishes from the box, offered them, and lit the incense sticks.

He folded his hands, worshiped Xiang Xiang, turned his head and told the child, said: "Qi'er, you come to worship too."

The child came up obediently, wrapped his little fist in worship, Ning Ji touched his head with approval, took out some paper money from the box, and silently burned on the ground.

Feng Zhi on the roof tile looked slightly puzzled. It was obvious that Ning Ji was mourning the dead, but who was this dead man, he did not dare to worship publicly, but secretly burned paper here, which was really strange.

The light of the fire ignited and a light silver smoke came out. The child squatted down and asked with a milky voice: "Dad, is it for the grandmother to burn paper?"

"No." Ning Ji slowly added paper. "This is for you...Uncle, Sanbo."

The child looked at him with blinking eyes and had no idea of ​​the "three uncles".

"Actually, I also burned paper on behalf of others. I am not familiar with you, Sanbo." Ning Ji smiled bitterly. "I was young when he died, and I don't remember his appearance at all."

The child picked up the paper money, threw it into the fire like a play, smiled grievously, Ning Ji looked at him mildly, and did not mean to blame, only said to himself: "Although I do not remember him, but he was The sixth brother was protected, and the sixth brother relied on his help to be safe and big. Later, the sixth brother protected me. Without him, there would be no sixth brother, and naturally there would be no good day for me, so he is also my benefactor."

He burned paper money one by one, his tone was soft, "Third brother, don't blame the sixth brother, he is in a high position, his background is different from others, countless people stared at every move, it has not been easy to come over these years, he It’s inconvenient to worship you. I’ll come. I’ll burn more paper money for you on your behalf. If you are in the sky, you will have to bless him more.”

Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized at this time.

It turned out that today was the day of death for the three princes killed in the mutiny.

The prince who died the earliest in the dynasty was not so much killed by the defeat of the soldiers, but rather died by the hands of the brothers who were crushed and framed, and the boy who was forced to watch the death of the only brother who loved himself by the bridge, Although he avenged his revenge many years later, he could only hide it. He could only die by irrelevant young brothers every year.

Speaking of this, Ning Ji and Ning Yi are a bit like the three princes and Ning Yi at that time. The royal brothers are very affectionate.

She was in a state of panic, her eyes suddenly fixed.

Ning Ji, who was burning paper, turned his head.

The light gray smoke curled up and turned around, and a person turned around behind the pillar. Her unique posture was full of rhythm and nature. Even a nightgown appeared in the smoke. It also made people feel like a Luoshen Lingbo.

Ning Ji stunned for a moment, recognized her, a little surprised, but not too surprised, whispered: "Why are you here now..."

Qing Fei glanced over his face, then fell on the child’s face, looked at it without blinking, and smiled gently: "I saw him before, and I felt a bit wrong, thinking not to catch cold , The more I think, the more I can’t sleep, and I remember that tonight is this day, you may come out, just wait here first."

Ning Ji looked down at the child and said vaguely: "It's okay, otherwise I can't bring him out... rest assured..." Then he pushed the child forward and said gently, "Go to see Qing Fei Madam."

Qing Fei squatted down and opened her arms to the child. There was no more noble arrogance in her face on her face, and her eyes were eager to flood the child on the opposite side.

The child must have been brought into the palace often, and he did not admit his life. He smiled and asked Qing Qing for an Ann.

Before he finished speaking, Qing Fei was hugged into her arms, and she was so strong that she was so startled that she looked back at Ning Ji in anxiety, her flat mouth was about to cry, and Ning Ji told him Made a careless smile.

Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes on the roof tile.

Qing Fei, who was squatting, was facing her. She clearly saw that Qing Fei's sudden expression of the child's hug hugged him, and saw her tightening his little body, the warmth and indulgence in her eyes.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly pulled the mask up, and then swept down without hesitation!

She fluttered lightly with the willow leaves, and grabbed the child with her hand!

Qing Fei was frightened, picked up the child and backed away, Ning Ji had already hurriedly came over, and drunk: "Who are you? Stop it!"

Feng Zhiwei waved his hand and signaled that the blood floater who followed him trapped Ning Ji not to hurt his life. He stared at Qing Fei. Qing Fei held the child in a panic and ran to the front yard. Feng Zhiwei pursued endlessly. , Behind her like a ghost, beckoning the killer, trying to reach the child in her arms.

Tonight she has a question in her mind, and she must force it out!

Sure enough, Qing Fei tightened the child beyond her own life. As soon as Feng Zhiwei's killer came out, she desperately tried to stop her. "Aloud, her sleeves were torn by Feng Zhiwei's palm wind, and long blood stains appeared on her white skin.