The Rise of Phoenixes

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Feng Zhiwei looked at his eyes and nodded. The expression on Peony Flower's face was a bit unnatural for a moment, and he turned his head.

Feng Zhiwei arranged the room with her, and arranged for everyone nearby to live nearby. The grassland is not like the Central Plains. The male and female are separated in the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard. Even if one person is separated, Nata is arranged to live in Zongchen and Between Gu Nanyi, this arrangement made her face ashamed.

Liu Mudan arranged for her to hold her child and left, Feng Zhi smiled and kept her drinking tea.

After drinking for a while, she said that she would go to Maokeng and hold her child. Fengzhi smiled and reminded her that it was not necessary to go to Maokeng and take the child with him. What should I do?

When she came back from Maokeng, she said she missed a pool of water in the garden behind her. Don’t wash the female slaves and get dirty. Hold the child and go to see it. Feng Zhi smiled and took the child and said I’ll hold Chamutu for you, you Focus on the water.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law laughed until the evening. After dinner, Liu Mudan relaxed with a sigh of relief and hugged Chamutu, saying, "I have stayed with you for most of the day and now I have to go back to sleep."

"Slow walking, don't send." Feng Zhiwei said Liu Mudan's eyes were bright when he said a word, and then hurriedly burned his **** away.

Feng Zhiwei sat there quietly, listening to the violent wind in the grassland, and the howling of the wolf in the distance came from the desolation, tearing his heart apart.

After a while, she stood up, and Master Gu had already waited at the door with her cloak.

"How do you know that I'm going out?" Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised and turned his head to look at him.

Master Gu was silent for a while, and said, "There is something wrong."

All these things just matter one foot and three inches in front of him. People who die before him and do not necessarily blink his eyes. Just by feeling, she realizes that she is worried and wants to go out?

Feng Zhi stared at Gu Nanyi slightly staringly-when did he start to change quietly but upright?

Cloaked on the shoulders, thick and warm, Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand to tie the belt. Gu Nanyi also tried to tie the belt for her from behind. When the **** touched, Gu Nanyi shrank quickly.

Shrinking too fast made Feng Zhiwei froze again-he seemed to be more sensitive than before, not to mention touching a finger before, just grabbing her and groping around, he was not taboo at all.

Does he gradually open, must it be related to her?

Feng Zhi slightly pursed his lips, and his heart felt like a mess for a moment, and slowly fastened the straps, without looking back, gently said: "Go."

Gu Nanyi did not speak, followed behind her, and took out one of them for taking care of the walnuts that Gu knew had not eaten for a long time.

Walnut doesn't know if it has been left for a long time, or what the reason is, it tastes astringent in the mouth, it is not as sweet as usual.

That kind of astringent taste reminded him of her illness in the South China Sea. He slept in the rain on the eaves and smelled the moss on all sides. He remembered that she buried her loved ones in the heavy snow that day, and he helped her walk in the snow. The smell of Xinxue, he once looked back at the way, there were only two trails of him and her in the vast snow, and at the end of the trail, there were two tombs alone.

The walnuts in his mouth lost their taste, so he finished eating slowly.

Some walnut crumbs fell on his fingers, and he licked them gently. His movements were very slow. In addition to the aroma of walnuts, there seemed to be some other smell on his fingers. It was faint, like the mist of midnight, but it was everywhere.

He carefully smelled the smell on his fingers, warm red lips, and gently touched it...

Feng Zhiwei never looked back.

Moonlight is like this, paved on the white stone road, he stepped behind her, and covered himself with her long figure gently.

The second house of Potala is a very loose building, and there is no very strict security. This is caused by the grassland people's unconventional personality.

There are no rules and regulations in the construction between houses everywhere. Obviously, as long as the design of peony flowers is involved, there must be no rules.

So turning around a low wall, I saw the tight row of long windows closed by the concubine's bright red bedroom.

Peony is a person who likes to be happy, he loves to open the window wherever he goes, but today he closes his bedroom tightly.

Feng Zhi smiled and saw the figure of peony flower, projected on the window paper by the butter candle.

She held Chamutu and gently twirled around the room, seeming to sing some songs, the tone was very soft, and some lullaby.

There is a faint floral fragrance on all sides. It is a kind of small blue flower. It is unassuming. It wins in bloom. It has a rotten feeling. The moonlight is very clean and the wind is very sweet. The song from the window is swaying like a boat .

Everything was quiet and beautiful. For a moment, Feng Zhiwei thought he was thinking too much and misunderstood Helian Zheng's intention.

Peony sang a song, holding Chamutu, the song did not stop, she sang, while walking to the bed, reached down and pulled down the curtain beside the bed.

The melodious singing never stopped, and the lyrics could be heard faintly.

"Little baby, like a flower, blown by the wind, hit by the rain..."

Moonlight quietly retreated a bit, the clouds drifted over, the shadows in the corridor were deep and shallow, the song was melodious, and the plain lyrics were somehow strange.

"Blowed by the wind, hit by the rain..."

Liu Mudan sang a song and pulled out the wide straps that tied the curtain.

"Battered by the rain..."

She wrapped the strap around with one hand, forming a loop of knots.

"Battered by the rain..."

Feng Zhiwei suddenly pushed the door and walked in.

The song stopped abruptly, and Liu Mudan looked back in panic before the bed.

She was holding a loop of cloth knotted in her hands, and her face was full of tears.

Those tears meandered in the corners of her eyes, flushing out the thick fat powder.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes slowly swept across her face, across the cloth tape, across her arms, sucking on Chamutu, who was sleeping soundly with her fingers.

This tearful, singing song, holding the sleeve, ready to put the mother on the neck of her biological son!

"Why..." Feng Zhiwei asked the first sentence a long time ago, and his voice was hoarse.

There is such a mother who always makes people feel awe-inspiring and wonder why their love is.