The Rise of Phoenixes

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Why do you have to give up yourself?

This is not your fault, so the atonement should be enough.

He sat cross-legged silently by the side of the road, and no longer felt the ground dirty, thinking for a long time, writing with a pen.

Zhiwei.

Do you remember that sentence?

"I want you to get out of the cage that trapped you. I want you to see the world not just the one foot and three inches in front of you. I want you not to be a man in a suit. Every bowl of meat must get eight pieces. I want you to learn. Look at me with eyes, I want you to know how to cry, how to laugh, how to care and quarrel, and how to love."

"When one day I walked out of the prison of my heart, I saw someone charming one foot and three inches away, took off my overcoat and learned to eat meat, allowing seven or nine pieces, and looking into this vast and powerful new world with new eyes. Once I knew how to cry, how to laugh and how to care and quarrel, but when I wanted to tell you all of this, the sky is vast and the sea is empty, where are you?"

"In that case, why would I want this life with a broken cocoon? How much better is a three-foot thin coffin, a piece of sackcloth, and a burial.

After finishing writing, he threw the pen, arbitrarily buried the paper roll under the tree without turning his head, and left on horseback.

The wind in the early winter blew through, and there was a rustling sound in the nearby forest, like the sound of countless fallen leaves returning to the roots.

This day is the winter solstice.

It is said that there should be various etiquettes for celebrating the Winter Solstice during the Winter Solstice, but Ning Yi has not enriched the harem. Even the concubines in the former palace have been dispersed, and there is no queen queen in the palace. This etiquette can be saved.

The brazier furnace in the main hall is hot, Ning Cheng is directing the inner servant to add the brazier, the curtain is lifted, and Ning Yi, who is light and thin, comes in and glances lightly, saying: "What do you do with so many braziers? Want to kill me?"

Ning Cheng slapped his head, and then remembered that the old disease of His Majesty is now gone, and he does not need to be so careful in winter to avoid freezing.

He talked about holding the extra brazier out, and Ning Yi sat quietly in front of the couch, watching the fire without saying a word.

His old illness is cured, she is cured.

The wine in the secret hall that day was originally poisonous, but she came, and she carried the holy medicine "Boro incense" on her body. The aroma was neutralized with the wine poison, and it was the world's adiabatic medicine, which just brought him because of Xuan Bingyu The cold poison was dispelled. His intermittent coma and hemoptysis for a few days were actually just a necessary process to remove the accumulated silt for many years. Finally, when she saw her die, she was shocked, and the deepest spitting blood spouted out completely. , Long and healthy.

When Hua Qiong brought the antidote, he already knew. The so-called antidote was just a tonic. She had never poisoned him. At first, the poison in the jug of wine was his father and emperor. , The father emperor did not go down to the bottom of the secret hall until death.

That year Gu Nanyi took her and jumped from the top of Miyagi. He fainted immediately. Ning Cheng and his entourage were busy saving him. In a mess, no one knew what happened, and when he woke up, People are gone.

He cannot accept such a result, what is this? She really wanted to turn the bones and ash in front of him, so that he couldn't find him even if he dug three feet away?

He supported the sick body and looked at the corpse one by one in the snow. Not many people died. In addition to Gu Nanyi's swipe, there were also those who saw that Gu Nanyi was too shocked and trampled to death. Regardless of that messy smell, a tool turned the body over and then sighed with relief.

Without her.

However, without seeing her life or death, how would he live this life with this long-hanging concern? If Tianya can't see her alive, he will, but he is more afraid of her death, but he doesn't even know where to worship.

In the spring of the following year, he disregarded the minister's obstruction of the southern tour, and obviously took back the Dacheng territory to receive the Dacheng army. However, he threw all these things to Ning Ji, saying that this was the punishment for Ning Ji's betrayal, and he went all the way south.

To the south, Jianghuai, Longnan, Longbei, South Fujian, South China Sea... All the way, he and her footprints.

Even Jiyangshan climbed by himself, and walked along the same path as before. The hut in front of the cliff remembered her face sticking to his knees. The mess on the grass under the cliff seemed to be the one he and she had sat with Traces, the squirrel hole in the pine tree in the woods, it seems that it was still the same one. He took out a handful of pine nuts to eat, bitter, and no longer the sweetness of the past.

An Lanyu's sea breeze is still so ethereal and silent, and the hull of the ship is slightly drunk. With his eyes closed, he slowly reached out a letter in his arms.

That year, she tried to force him away with a bowl of worm soup in Wei House, so as to hide the letter box, but there was still a letter in his hand.

"Zhiwei, since Anlanyu crossed the sea today... I always think of the day of the ancestral hall, the voices of the people and the tide of life and death, and then you fell in my arms, as if the water suddenly fell down..."

If the seawater is dumped at this moment in return for her return, he is willing.

Slowly withdrawing the letter, his fingertips moved slightly in his arms, touching another note.

His fingers paused, and he slowly withdrew them after a while. The letter was well preserved and no corners were lifted. His fingers rubbed gently on the envelope and did not open.

This letter, he secretly found it in the cracks of her study room in Wei House, cherished it for three months, read it a little bit, but no matter how reluctant, I dare not want to read more, can not stand the long time Here, I can't resist chewing again and again, and now, every sentence and every word has long been familiar.

"Ning Yi... I'd like to hear the sound of the reeds swaying in the wind like a tide, or there will be a bird falling down on my shirt, um... Would you like to hear it together again?"

Zhiwei, I am willing.

But the piece of reed is thanking every year, and there is always no one to look back at you with a smile.

In the abandoned temple at the top of the mountain, he sat down slowly in the position where she had been dependent on her. In the mist of the cold and lingering lights, he took out the flute in his arms and slowly blew a piece of "Jiangshan Dream".

Rivers and mountains are like dreams, when people are in their dreams, when the nightmare is not awake, when will they come out?

After that day, Ning Cheng brought water, he accidentally bowed his head, and suddenly saw temples picking out a star of white hair.

The trace of white, bright in the darkness, he stared blankly, only to realize that the years are far away.