The Rise of Phoenixes

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She saved the monstrous merits of the country, what did she get in return for such a grace?

A ruined palace, a section of life, want her to be trapped in a few feet of the palace room from now on, can't be reduced to him alone?

He... still so cold and selfish forever.

She smiled lightly, with a little trance and a little bit of determination, raised her eyelashes, and gently said: "Just follow your majesty's instructions."

"Mingying." There was a flash of joy in Tiansheng Emperor's eyes, holding her hand and turning the curtain, "Come...Let me take a good look at you..."

The bright and yellow braided gold wire is draped in the deep hall, and the layers of turning around are like turning around this dangerous and painful life, which is suffocating and suffocating. Those who are blown by the wind The fluttering gauze is so silky that it can't be scratched, and when it touches, it's snorted and broken.

He held her shoulder, in front, a bead curtain jade couch, a room of agarwood.

At this moment, who has taken whose hand, wants to wait for the gentle township that has been expecting for many years.

At this moment, who is in whose arms is waiting for the end of the struggle in his life.

Emperor Tiansheng sat down with Mrs. Feng, and the candle shadow shook red, looking closely at the bright eyebrows of Yi Ren. His eyes were drunk for a long time. His fingers fell gently on Mrs. Feng's neckline.

"Your Majesty..." Mrs. Feng gave it lightly.

Emperor Tiansheng was startled, and a heavy haze rose between his brows.

"This light... weird..." Mrs. Feng's face was thin red, and she pointed to the lady's candlestick.

Emperor Tiansheng smiled and let go, Mrs. Feng got up and blew out the candlelight.

The darkness came, and through the pale sky behind the curtain, Emperor Tiansheng lazily lay down on the couch, waiting for the woman to come out in the darkness, slender fingers and flowers, went to Wushan together.

"boom."

The sound was dull and the whole bed was slightly shaken.

Emperor Tian Sheng, half-closed with eyes intoxicated in the dream, felt in a trance that the beams and dust had been knocked down and jumped in panic.

"what happened?"

No one answered him, the palace people were repelled far away from the hall, and there was a rusty thick atmosphere in the darkness, which was shockingly familiar.

"Mingying!"

As soon as Emperor Tiansheng's feet were put on the loafers under the bed, he felt that the shoes were damp, and in a blink of an eye he saw Mrs. Feng falling underground, and a murky dark liquid quietly fainted on the brick floor.

He rushed over and opened the curtain with a clatter, the sky flooded in momentarily, illuminating the burning red in the palace.

"Your Majesty..." Madam Feng was dying and stretched out his hand to him in the pool of blood, his blood-stained fingers were like jade, "I..."

Emperor Tiansheng was there, and at one glance saw the gold-clad bed foot beside her head, stained with a shocking bright red, just now... she just ran into it, using her temple, accurate and ruthless, determined not to leave a trace Strength, smashed himself.

Suddenly angry and sad, and a little disappointed and puzzled, he avoided the blood that spread to his feet and asked her dreamily: "Why... why... you just hate me so much..."

"No..." Mrs. Feng still insisted on reaching out to him with a sad look, blood flowing down from the forehead, dyed hair from the temples and getting wet, without feeling terrible but sad.

"Your Majesty..." Her long eyelashes were gradually stained with tears, "Mingying produced heavy bleeding at that time, and later suffered from food and clothing, years of poverty... there was a woman's disease... such a body... how Deserve... how to serve His Majesty... Ming Ying sees His Majesty as God... how can he be filthy... blasphemy..."

Emperor Tiansheng was there, and the rush of heart burst into his eyes, and finally wept.

"Mingying!" He finally approached her, holding the hand that she passed, no longer avoiding the **** and greasy, tears dropped, "Why don't you say early... Let Tai Chi show you, even if... even If you can't cure it... it won't hurt my love for you..."

Immediately he turned around and shouted: "Call Tai Yi! Tell Tai Yi to roll over to me immediately!"

The palace outside the palace people walked away and climbed, Tiansheng emperor embraced the woman in her arms, but felt that her heart was empty.

"I am like... an unclean and unfaithful woman..." Mrs. Feng put her hand gently in his hand and looked up at Emperor Tiansheng sadly. "Leave it on...it will cause trouble to your majesty... …The princes looked at the eagles with wolf...Your majesty was struggling step by step...I watched these years...I was also shocked for you...uneasy...Mingying can't just ask for survival because of... a cheap life... Brought to His Majesty...hidden danger..."

Emperor Tiansheng was shocked, remembering his sons who were staring at him, remembering the five princes who had just committed suicide, and thinking of the power transfer, they already understood that Mrs. Feng's concerns were right. …So think for me...just a pity you..."

"Twenty years ago... Mingying could die for your majesty..." Mrs. Feng's lips and lips smiled softly like white lotus, and they opened far away in the lonely palace. "Although...the wrong way... but Mingying finally It’s still okay... to die for His Majesty... Really happy... Really... happy..."

Emperor Tiansheng held her tight, feeling the blood flowing constantly, feeling that her life was flowing down bit by bit in such affectionate narration, and she felt that she was indeed dying for herself. , So grievous and complete and so profound, just like... twenty years ago.

"Twenty years ago..." Madam Feng murmured and smiled, with a bright smile in her face.

"Twenty years ago..." Emperor Tiansheng murmured repeatedly, his eyes blurred.

Time seemed to fade away at this moment, white hair turned to Wu Rongyan and rejuvenated, a girl who had black eyes invented 20 years ago, splitting a sword between blood and yellow sand like a light, splitting a hand with a gun to his chest Cut off.

"Lord! I'll save you!"

He opened his eyes and saw her smiling face, and the blood-stained red armor, a long arrow thrilled on her shoulder, she did not change color, she supported him with one hand, and rushed dozens of times The enemies surrounded the group.

Then a fierce battle...

He was so wounded that he couldn’t fight anymore. It was all up to her alone. The thin girl tied his heavy belt on his back and rushed into the enemy group. He looked at her softly and fell off, splashing others. Blood and her own blood, looking at her can’t move him, he knelt down on his knees and moved a little bit, his knees rubbing on the rugged ground so that the flesh was blurred... Those hot blood beads splashed into his eyes, more than tears It's still hot, he swears to himself in that scorching mind...if he can go out alive...must...must treat her well...