The Rise of Phoenixes

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It wasn't until entering the princess's Yuming Palace and changing clothes in the side house of the side yard that Feng Zhiwei gave a gift: "My mother asked Zhiwei to greet her mother, and thank you, Mother, for correcting your mother's name."

"I'm seeing you anyway." Grandma Chen reversed the indifference just now, grabbed Feng Zhiwei's hand and looked carefully, her eyes fell on her drooping eyebrows before she nodded and said, " How are you and your mother?"

Feng Zhiwei thought she was a good friend of Niang, how could this grandmother seem more interested in herself? After listening to her and carefully asking about the situation of Mrs. Feng and her and her brother, they all answered one by one. Grandma Chen listened carefully and patted her hand: "You go back and tell your mother that she has worked hard for all these years, please She shouldn’t have too many thoughts, everything just goes with the will."

Looking at her deeply again, she looked almost sighed and said: "You are fine."

Feng Zhiwei heard these two sentences and felt weird, but she smiled on the face, and declined the kindness of Grandma Chen to take her back to Chang Guifei, saying that it was also stuffy to go back to sit in the hall at this time, just in front of this Sitting in the imperial garden and then going, Grandma Chen did not force her, so she went.

Feng Zhiwei took a seat in the imperial garden, and the imperial garden in Tiansheng's harem was huge. She gradually walked deeper, bypassing several rockery, and suddenly saw a well behind the rockery, which was a little weird.

She sat down on the edge of the well and slowly touched the bluestones around her, with some traces of years.

She pondered for a while, to see that there were no people around. There were very few people here, so she grabbed the edge of the well and climbed down.

When she reached a place where she was tall, she kicked her toes, and she kicked into a depression, where she exerted a little force. The bluestone moved on the wall of the well, and a portal appeared.

A slight stale breath flew out, Feng Zhiwei smelled it carefully and it was normal.

In the past dynasties, the imperial palace inevitably had tunnels, and when the Taiping period was too long, some tunnels gradually lost their function and were obliterated. Perhaps this tunnel was also. Feng Zhiwei didn't plan to just go in there like that—who knows where it is? What if it is Chang Guifei's main hall? What if the emperor Laoer throne? She hasn't lived enough yet!

However, the sky suddenly darkened, and with a clatter, it rained in a flash.

Feng Zhi called out of luck slightly and turned around. The nearest pavilion was dozens of feet away. When he ran past his clothes were soaked, he looked down and saw that the tunnel was clean. It is better to go in and avoid the rain.

She walked in slowly, the tunnel was long, but narrow, and it didn't feel like it was used for any important purpose. The earthy sides were slowly infiltrated. Feng Zhiwei felt that no one had passed by for many years.

After walking for a while, the sky was getting brighter in front of me, Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised-didn't it end? Not afraid of people discovering? Listening to the ears, except for the faint sound of rain, there is no other sound, which is definitely not the lively chaise palace or the main palace of the palace.

She took another step. Suddenly, her eyes lit up suddenly, a crystal light sprayed thinly, and a beautiful lady with makeup came on the face.

She fluttered her arms, her eyes were quiet and elegant, she leaned forward slightly, and the silk ribbon flew like a man in a fairy palace.

Feng Zhi was so startled that he couldn't understand how someone would come to the door here, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but he felt something was wrong. He turned around and took a few glances. Then he stepped forward and found that the woman was translucent. The smiling face and Miaoman's posture were motionless, and turned out to be a crystal jade statue embedded in the wall.

It's just the craftsmanship of the carving technique, and even the long hair silk is vividly carved out a sense of elegant and flying, and it is just out of this dark tunnel, in the chaos of light and shadow on all sides, it is easy for people to look away.

This is like a worthwhile city, but it is placed at the exit of this tunnel. It looks a little weird.

Feng Zhiwei stepped up a few steps. Behind the beauty portrait was a large piece of crystal. The outside scene was dimly visible. Through the crystal screen, the flowers and trees outside were seen to be sparse, the arch bridge was flowing, and a corner eaves protruded, hanging black. Jin Ling, it looks like a palace room, but all the scenes are decayed and outdated.

At this time, the tunnel was silent, and the sound of rain outside was not heard. The dense raindrops were clearly reflected on the glass-like transparent crystal. Through the raindrops, we were facing a small arch bridge. The white stone of the bridge had turned yellow, and the bridge was underneath. Chilian leaves are half-dead, and dewdrops drip from the torn lotus leaves, dripping silently.

Hidden in the tunnel, seeing the desolation of the rain in the darkness and silence here, like the legendary "front dust mirror", looking at the long old dust in the memory, the story has turned yellow, and the beauty has long been old, Hu Qin's dumb noise, I dream of Nan Ke.

Feng Zhiwei's heart suddenly burst into inexplicable desolation.

Immediately she saw the dead, lifeless yard, and suddenly someone came slowly, stepped onto the arch bridge in a dreamlike posture without holding umbrellas or felt in the pouring rain.

He stood stunned on the bridge. In the rain, during the heavy rain, the white coat was soaked in moonlight, flowing down from the purple crown, flowing along the black hair, and flowing into the temples of the eyebrows. The eyebrows were black as the night, lined with the dark eyes, pale. Face, shocking glamorous and cold.

The rain fell silently, the person was in the rain, the wind on all sides could not afford the soaked coat, the horns of the cold robe trembled and a stray flower fell.

Feng Zhiwei reached out unconsciously, seeming to want to pull the man away from the cold rain, but his hand reached out and touched the cold crystal wall.

The man on the bridge was kneeling slowly.

He knelt in the cold rain, in the splash of water, towards the palace, his lips wriggled, and he whispered two words.

Feng Zhiwei stared at the silhouette in the rain slowly, flowing the two words slowly in his heart, and his palm suddenly froze.

"Mother."

Under the torrential rain, on the stone bridge, the man knelt in the cold, left the wind and rain, and left the flower and waste palace, gently calling for the most important person to him in the world, but he knew in his heart that he would never get an answer.

Across the wall, there is a continuous palace with red flowers and green flowers. The festive and lively atmosphere is close at hand, but he is far from the horizon.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the figure from afar, and suddenly remembered that he had seen him these days, cold, Shen, Su, Li, one person with thousands of faces, ever-changing, but never seen such loneliness and desolation at this moment. .

Feng Zhiwei stepped back quietly.