The Rise of Phoenixes

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Ning Yi didn't argue. They were very refreshing and had three cups. The cup was bright and the prince cheered for a while. Feng Zhiwei was also laughing, but there was a bit of suspense in his heart.

He was drinking so happily in his own house, what really looked wrong.

The wine orders were handed over one after another, each with their own victory and defeat. Several princes were a little bit drunk. Several people seemed to have a tacit understanding. They didn't talk about the political and political affairs. They seemed to be drinking and having fun in Fengzhiweifu.

Ning Yi didn't drink much, but she was invincible. She rested her chin lazily on her overlapping hands, her jade white cheeks were stained with red, and her hair was black like a mandala. Luo Mo, with petals, was blooming in the misty night.

Such a lazy expression, unlike the ordinary high and elegant, makes people slammed and dare not look squarely.

Just as the wine glass flowed down to him, he didn't get up, he hooked his fingers, and the wine glass dripped into his palm dripping with water, but he seemed to be unsteady. Seeing it flew into the air, he crooked in front of Feng Zhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei reached out his hand to help, the wine glass fell into his palm, and had not had time to pass it to Ning Yi. He suddenly leaned over and held her palm, and drank the glass of wine.

The smooth black hair fell down, along with his moist and soft lips, and gently brushed her palm, like the spring rain suddenly wet the south bank of the river, the world was lush.

Feng Zhi froze instantly.

He bowed his head in her palms, and the cool and cool breath, together with the mellow and sweet fragrance of the wine, transpired into an ambiguous and enchanting charm. The glass of wine was drunk slowly and long by him, and his breath was sprayed between his palms. Itchy itch, wet palm, I don't know if it was his dripping liquor, or his sudden sweat...

Feng Zhiwei restrained himself and tried not to let his eyes fluctuate. He smiled and said, "Wang Ye is deep..." He reached for the cup and tried to push him away.

Ning Yi flicked his hand, the wine glass choked to the ground, and the crisp gold cup knocked on his whisper: "It's time I picked up...the dark room snow neck cherry red..."

With a bang, Feng Zhi burned slightly.

"Oh, I'm so drunk..." Ning Yiyin finished the sentence, leaned on her shoulder, and fell on her shoulders, laughing, "Wei Fu has a place to sleep for this drunken man? Come, come with me..."

He held her, and the whole person leaned on her. Her fingers happened to be on her neckline. Just look at his gesture. As long as her finger touched her, she would really be "white day snow neck cherry red" Too.

Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to look at the top of the pavilion. Gu Shaojie, who loved drinking, was still drinking on it, even if he ran down at this time.

She gritted her teeth, propped up Ning Yi's heavy body, blamed everyone, and personally arranged for the drunk King Chu to rest.

The man fell in her arms and refused to work hard. She propped her on her arm and dragged him halfway into his arms, "going to sleep together", dragging out far away and faintly hearing the second prince's far cry: "Lao Liu this The last sentence is not right, how can it be hot or cold? Fine wine, fine wine!"

Turning around the rockery, there was no one around, Feng Zhi smiled and said, "Your Highness, is the show finished?"

Ning Yi raised her head, her eyes were dizzy, and a slight scent of alcohol touched her neck, murmured, "Oh?"

Not waiting for Feng Zhiwei to answer, he stretched his arms around her and chuckled in her ear: "Just allow you to play, not allow me to play? Hey... Qianguol is really strong and dizzy..."

Feng Zhi looked at him suspiciously. The person looked confused and dizzy. It really seemed like he was drunk. Is he more concerned?

Helping Ning Yi enter a room in Dongchuangyuan, Feng Zhiwei was angry, threw him on the bed, turned and walked away.

The pace didn't move, the man on the bed suddenly stretched his leg, Feng Zhiwei fell back involuntarily, fell on him, and the man underneath screamed with a smile.

Feng Zhiwei was about to jump immediately, and he was fainted and turned in front of him. He was turned over by Ning Yi, imprisoned on his chest, and faced him face to face.

The tip of the nose is against breathing, and the lips are close to each other, extremely ambiguous and intimate posture.

Feng Zhiwei tried to struggle, but Ning Yi's arm was like a cast iron. Feng Zhiwei crossed his elbows, and his elbows pressed tightly against Ning Yi's chest. Ning Yi "sizzled" with a cry of pain and whispered: "It's cruel..."

Then he said again: "You have always been so ruthless..."

This sentence is low and soft, unlike his usual three-point evil spirits and three-point condensation, after all, he has a bit of alcohol, and the dim and shallow dilute the hostility and heart knot between each other. He gradually has more arms around her It was soft, and her strength against her elbows was loosened a little, but she tried to lean her face so that she would not accidentally touch his lips.

"It's rare to get drunk once." Hearing his voice seemed to come from the chest, with a slight vibration and deep, "It's actually in your house...I don't know how long I can get drunk..."

Feng Zhiwei felt a move in his heart, only to think that this sentence seemed to have a deep meaning, yet he did not know where to start.

The man underneath didn't seem to plan to talk to her, and he lowered himself and said: "Wait to go to the torture department... Huzhuo Department Wang Shizi killed someone..."

He lowered his voice gradually, Feng Zhi looked down slightly and fell asleep.

Feng Zhiwei was overjoyed, he quickly climbed up, bowed his head while finishing his clothes, but saw that Ning Yi was lying on the couch, the shirt was half unraveled, and the black hair was scattered on the snow-colored skin. He couldn't help staying for a while and quickly turned his eyes away.

She stepped out of the door, thought about it, and locked the door. The entourage brought by Ning Yi was still in the front yard. She summoned the guard from her house to stay outside.

The princes are here at this time. She can't let Ning Yi have an accident in her house.

Turning around the corridor, she suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be some subtle sounds in the wind.

The sound of the clothes with wind, the sound of the footsteps passing the roof tiles lightly, the sound of fast speed.

Feng Zhi Wei Ning stood in the corridor, thinking who was coming from the house? Listen to the sounds are masters, and think about the people around you, why is there no movement?

Since the crown prince reversed the case, she discovered that there seemed to be some vague protection in her side, but she never appeared, which was why Gu Nanyi stopped following her all the time, but he did not say that Feng Zhiwei did not ask. Now, there are obvious anomalies in the government, but this group of invisible protectors has not responded. Could it be that it wasn’t her that was targeted?