The Rise of Phoenixes

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Fingers fell slowly, starting from the forehead, wipe the Yi Rong a little bit.

I couldn’t see it, but it was clear in front of me. In the clear water that day, her face was gradually washed away by the water, a little, revealing a white forehead, jade-like nose, pale pink lips, a pair of black and thin The eyebrows are soaked in water, Wu Shenruoyu, the eyes are misty and misty, when they look at people, they are like a layer of blurred yarn... and finally a beautiful face is achieved.

He stopped his hands, put down the cloth towel, and bent his fingers gently, starting from the forehead, caressing gently, the familiar cool and delicate skin... Back to the day of trance and pretending to be drunk in Weifu, or Shao Ninghe. She secretly murdered his dark room, or the abandoned palace in the last ten years of the concubine, or was in this house a while ago...he was so close to her skin again and again, her fragrance and all her The warmth and coolness are engraved under the fingers, between the eyebrows, and on the heart.

However, those familiar, from today, really have to return to the original point, have they become strange?

There are some questions that I dare not even think about, even if I don’t touch them. I have faced countless dangerous pains in my life. He has no fear or fear. However, at this moment he is afraid of the fate of fate, and an answer can split the heart.

His fingers, hovering over her face over and over again, or, after so long suffering from torture, hasn't she recovered first? But what does that matter? Feng Zhiwei will always be Feng Zhiwei.

I hate myself for being invisible, fortunately for being invisible.

If he really sees the pale and haggard, how can he maintain the peace at this moment as usual?

That heart surge was so turbulent, and all the motionlessness was an illusion. For example, a reef that has been eroded for thousands of years has a condensed appearance, and its inside has been riddled with holes.

It seemed that someone was walking on his knees and whispered, "His Royal Highness...shouldn't we prepare..." I couldn't speak with a sob.

It is Yan Kaishi.

He turned his back to Yan Huaishi and put her mask on her carefully. Her fingers stopped on the side of her neck for a long time.

The pulse under his finger, a little slowed down, he knew that, soon, these subtle beatings, like the spring water about to dry up, gradually tended to be weakly cut off until they died.

It was so cruel to wait for the breath of life to disperse a little bit.

However, at this time, he would rather count in such a sound, in a pulsating sound, recalling all the encounters he had met so far. In this life, he and her seem to cooperate with each other, but in fact they are quite different. The intention is good.

He counted quietly, in the smoke, unable to tell who was better than him, and the color was paler.

On the roof, Gu Nanyi blew quietly.

The rain has been falling, and it has been soaked inside and out. For him, the clothes must be soft and not heavy, otherwise he can't bear it. At this moment, wearing such clothes feels like torture, but he has not moved, has not changed clothes, has not left this She has her eaves.

The leaves flute was soaked in rain and not so clear and bright, and he heard her gentle voice in the intermittent flute sound.

"Finished. I play Ye Di and follow your signs to find you."

You didn't even want you to blow, why did you plan to run?

A layer of roof tiles seemed to be able to feel the bottom. There was a heavy breath slowly floating up. When it was completely floated and dispersed, maybe no one would blow this leaf flute for him in this life.

He had felt this kind of breath once. When the nanny died, the whole house was full of it, so he felt uncomfortable and eager to leave.

Should she be the same as the nurse?

Will he never see her again?

What else should he do?

Gu Nanyi feels a little tired. He has thought too much recently. This is not the original him. In the past many years, his world has been blank and monotonous. He has never been so confused and uneasy.

He sat staring stupefied, feeling that the breath floated a little again, he frowned, and suddenly turned over and lay on the roof tile.

He pressed himself down.

Suppress this breath, don't let it float up!

The people in the yard were half staring at Ning Yi, who was silent in the house, and half staring at Gu Nanyi, whose roof was lying in the rain.

Everyone wants to express their sorrow, but feels that it is superfluous to express themselves in front of the two. They also don’t seem to be sad. Gu Nanyi and Hei Day are a little different. Ning Yi hasn’t even changed her expression. .

However, it was in that quiet silence that people heard heartbreaking voices.

"His Royal Highness..." Yan Huaishi shrugged again with tears, "It's time... to prepare..."

Ning Yi's hand trembled and slowly took it away, seemingly calmly oh, but Yan Huaishi heard a slight trembling and sadness.

Ning Yi beckoned, and Ning Cheng silently put another pot of water, Ning Yi said lightly: "You all go out, I want to cleanse her."

Yan Huaishi didn't think much and retreated carefully, but Ning Cheng looked at him blankly, and finally walked away silently.

Ning Yi fumbled for Feng Zhiwei's clothes and carefully unbuttoned her clothes. Many times in the past he tried to get close to this body, but only now did not have any thoughts.

The cloth towel was stained with warm water and wiped thinly. In the custom of Tiansheng, Eun loves the heavy couples and can be cleaned by each other when they die.

He pursed his lips and gently outlined the outline of her body with her fingers. This was the one she would miss forever before she saw her.

Mine... Zhiwei...

"Wow!"

Suddenly the paper door was vigorously pulled open, and the rain in the yard floated in. He turned his head angrily.

"Your Highness!" A particularly clear and crisp voice came from the brave little widow, "There is another way!"

Three days later, when Feng Zhiwei finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was that the autumn chrysanthemums were on the window screen of Xia Yinghong.

What I heard was the sound of Ye Di above the head. The moment when the coma just woke up was still intermittent. The moment she opened her eyes, it was suddenly bright and gentle.

All the birds in the yard chirped and sang one peace.