The Rise of Phoenixes

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But when you can see it, you are gone.

"wait for me."

"Always have to wait for you to return to Beijing together."

"I remember your current outline, and when I find out that I am thin, I won't spare you."

"How not to spare me?"

"Kill you, and you are at odds."

At that time, he laughed, and his words became a prophecy.

The road of the South China Sea will always be divided in the port of Ueno. On the moist bluestone ground of the port, she will never stand again in her fluttering coat.

She will not wait for him to see Reed Dang together again, where the reed flowers thank you every year, and they are always in her dreams.

She would no longer check whether his outline was fat or thin, even if he was so emaciated that his thin bones shattered.

She won't spare him anymore-the two lives that she cherishes the most, Sen Leng is between him and her.

Since then, she has never been indifferent to him—the Lord of Saint Ying, the concubine of Shunyi, walked so determinedly, and even waited a moment for a face-to-face challenge—she was determined, without further words, he knew.

That day, he lingered outside the Taihe Gate for a long time, and finally turned back silently, unable to catch up, and unable to catch up.

What can I say after catching up? It's actually not his order? Does Xin Ziyan not listen to his own claims? That Ning Cheng arbitrarily instigated Xin Ziyan in the secret letter? Or did he never think of pulling her out?

Some explanations, don't say she won't believe, not even him.

When Qiufu first met, he went to contact Aunt Wu and asked her to steal the birthday of sister Feng's brother. After so many years of tracing, Jin Yuwei had initially locked his eyes on sister Feng's brother.

At first, it was Feng Hao who was suspected. Madam Feng was so cherished for the child. He thought so, but at the sight of Binghu, he suddenly began to notice her.

That kind of decisiveness was cold and unmoved, like the deep blood lineage that would normally flow in the royal family.

Mrs. Feng used Feng Hao, who was in charge of revitalizing and becoming an important player, but educated her daughter, who had abandoned her to become an outstanding woman.

Intuitively, he didn't believe it.

He let his gang of well-informed capitals approach to Feng Hao, trying to make the vain Feng Hao violently change the seller's valuables. The royal children all have gold jade tablets that prove their bloodline identity. Feng Hao is insignificant and has money and money. Once things were secretly revealed without Mrs. Feng, things would settle.

The dudes seduced Feng Hao, but his gaze was in Feng Zhiwei.

The brothel meets, the college meets, the prince reverses the case, the Shao Ning frame, the Rong Fei celebrates birthday, the swindle of fraud, bumps and bumps come along all the way, and sees her young phoenix in the wild step by step, with a clear voice.

He was vigilant but approached involuntarily.

Not knowing when to start, the purpose of following her figure changed from initial surveillance to indulgence.

It was destiny, destiny, and sin, and the vortex in the depths of her obscure eyes prevented him from jumping in by himself, and when he wanted to stand out, he had already suffocated.

The curtain was drooping, and the dripping curtain couldn't see through the spring breeze in February. Ning Yi put his hands on the table and removed the paper stained with ink.

Another spread out clean paper, re-enhance the purple cents, the new ink fragrance, and slowly drop the pen.

"The word is under the footsteps of the concubine Shunyi:"

A stream of light flashed in front of me, faintly broad and majestic, forming an old bridge, leaning against the bridge fence above the thin snow, and drinking a pot of poor wine.

He pointed to the mountains and rivers, and said proudly, "It is the day when Dacheng's old ministers lie down like grass, at the foot of my emperor."

She drank in silence and smiled coolly, "It is nothing but blood-stained sword soldiers."

The end of the night will be exhausted, pouring into the pot, she sips wine at the Wei Gao Gao Qiao.

"The last drop of wine, respect this curved and isolated bridge, the world is ups and downs, but this bridge is ancient."

Things are really ups and downs. When it comes to the end, no one is anymore, only the long bridge stands silently in the desolate wind.

"A long time ago, is Qing An?"

He leaned on her cheek, held her finger, and repeatedly rubbed her back and forth, slightly bowed her head, and could not get closer, breathing and smelling, and even hair was tangled silently, hanging together, accidentally partial She leaned her head, tired of her cheeks, as delicate as jade, but the mood was like green leaves flashing across the sparkling water surface, splashing ripples and layers of water faintly, and silently rippling away.

Qing An No, Qing An No, that day, the ears of the small courtyard outside the palace were worn and rubbed to the ears, and finally they were buried in the deep snow for a long time.

"Farewell from Longxi, almost half a year..."

Where the lanterns flashed like jade beads flying up from the sky, it was Rong Fei's birthday, how many new people laughed, but no old people cry.

In the abandoned palace in the torrential rain, the palace was burning in the dark palace, she gave him a roasted back, calm and gentle.

"Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help it?"

"I think I can."

The dark room is fragrant and warm, and whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, which has boundless spring colors for thousands of years. It is amazing when it touches it, and it is lost when it is deeper. He finally lost his soul and lost his heart.

"Zhiwei, even though the world is my enemy, I don't want to have you."

Zhiwei, Zhiwei, it turns out that as long as you are enemies with me, you will feel the enemy of the world.

"Emperor Jing is just in the spring, the scenery is fine, I don't know what the scenery is..."

The scenery was fine on that day, and the banyan tree was covered with greenery, and she stood with her hand down, "Calling King Chu Palace down to talk to me."

He came, no matter what, he was unwilling to meet her.

Xiang Ming is a simple man, with words as sharp as he can. He understands that Feng Zhiwei, who is struggling under the unwillingness of Emperor Jing, tries to save the heart destined to go astray.

"Stop talking about the pros and cons, and about the future, just ask the heart at this moment-your heart."

"My heart, where it should be, or one day overturning the river and the sea, can get it overturned."

"Zhiwei, leave the officialdom and return to Qiufu...you will be mine in the future..."

"Chu Wang Ning Yi, also failed!"

Zhiwei, I am indeed the unqualified person, who has not yet been in the third house and the sixth house, and has been bluntly fencing.

Emperor Jing is just as the spring of spring, but there is one less person in this spring, and spring is no longer that spring. The Qingming Academy's banyan tree is evergreen. Who else will pass the tea in this life?

"The bitter cold in the north, late in the morning, don't forget to keep warm..."