The Rise of Phoenixes

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There are three parts in the palace, the guard of the royal forest, the guard of the Changyingwei, and the main hall of the emperor’s guard. Each night, one principal prince, one bachelor and one bachelor of Chinese books are on duty each night. The prince is the main, so tonight the "Assassination" search palace, there will certainly not be a large number of guard soldiers to participate, it should be a small number of the Guards and the harem **** who "professed to see the assassin".

It is no longer possible to hold Princess Shao Ning out. The other party is coming very fast. When he goes out, he must be standing in the air. Feng Zhiwei is thinking about countermeasures. He turns around and is dumbfounded.

I don’t know when Grandma Chen has put Princess Shaoning on the couch, and she changed her **** clothes very sharply. She pulled out a box from her arms and opened it. There were countless dark cells in it. Various colors of glue, long and short false eyelashes made out of nothing, almost fake skin fake moles, and small scissors, small tweezers, small flat sticks, Chen Mammah did not hesitate to play on Shaoning's face , Applying fake moles with glue to make fake pockmarks for eyebrow trimming, even the long eyelashes are cut with hands, and the gestures are dazzlingly fast.

This string of grooming techniques is not only subtle, but also highly skilled, which makes people wonder if this grandmother practiced masking on her face every day, even Feng Zhiwei was stupid looking there, and never thought of deep Inside the palace, beside Shaoning, there is such a master of Yi Rong who is no less than Zong Chen.

It's just that Grandma Chen's gestures are quick, but the other party's coming is faster. This is just halfway through. He has rushed into the courtyard. A cold man's voice said: "Sou!"

Feng Zhiwei tightened his mind and ran to Mammoth Chen, dragging the screen over to cover it.

Saying yes, the four-faced people did not spread out, even Gu Nanyi did not go there, went straight to Feng Zhiwei here, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Master Wei, there are assassins in the palace to escape here, please get up!"

There was no sound in the temple.

The man outside the door is Wu Wenming, a university clerk tonight. Listening to the silence, there was a sneer in the corner of his mouth, raising his voice a little higher. He said: "Master Wei, I will be ordered to catch the assassin. Please open the door quickly , Don’t open, we are about to crash in."

The torch of the torch in the palace courtyard sounded quietly, and suddenly there was a lazy smile in the Jingshen Hall.

"Is it Master Wu? In the middle of the night Sou Gong catches the assassins? How did Master Wu see the assassins coming to me? What is the assassin's figure? What clothes? What weapons? It's like saying one or two if you say it down?"

Wu Wenming was stunned, opened his mouth, and said annoyedly for a long time: "Midnight, mixed assassins, high and high, who can see clearly? Master Wei, please don't delay, open the door quickly!"

There was another rest in the hall, and then it was Wei Zhi's cool and lazy voice, "Isn't this hurt me, don't I have to get up and dress? Why is Master Wu so anxious? Oh, miss me Wei Zhiren The fate is so bad, an assassin ran into the temple of my injured person, and no one asked me if it was safe."

Wu Wenming was stunned again, and then it was reflected that he was too anxious. Even if he wanted to search the Jingshen Temple, he should first determine the safety of Wei Zhi, even if he knew that the assassin was empty, he should do it in the play, otherwise it would be transmitted to His Majesty’s ears. , It is inevitable to fall into the impression of being dry.

Turning to think about it, after today, can Wei Zhi still be in the middle of North Korea? Afraid of what he does?

"Master Wei is safe and unsafe, and you have to give us a glance." Wu Wenming calmed down and took a step back. He heard the shoes in the temple kicking, thinking that Wei Zhi would come to open the door. Who would have waited for a while, only Hearing the shoes ringing, no one came.

In the hall, Feng Zhiwei put the shoes in his hands and rubbed them on the ground. Mammy Chen was doing the process of sticking the temples. She looked at a little **** with a lot of white pockmarks on her face with fine brown skin. Appeared.

Wu Wenming was anxious in his heart, wondering why His Majesty had not come over yet? I didn't even know if the military newspaper in front had tripped over the king of Chu. Looking at the sky, my eyes were cold, and my hand waved: "I hit the door!"

"Slow down!"

The sound came elegant and cool, with a sense of alienation and killing. Two rows of torches quickly rushed like a long dragon, and the sound of the steps stepped on the blue stone floor. The two teams of Tsing Yi white armor with red tasseled guards Progressively running like water, quickly occupying the positions of a small number of imperial army and inner palace **** brought by Wu Wenming, nailed on both sides of Yongdao.

The torches gleamed vigorously, the light was in the center, and Chu Wang Ningyi in the moon-white robe and dark cloak came quickly. Under the torch light, the face and his clothes were generally bright and distinct, and the black hair and black eyes were condensed. The skin is glazed like snow and frost, and the lip color is bright, reminiscent of the gleaming red when the sunrise is reflected on the top of the snowy mountain.

Ning Yi stood at the front of the stage, and Wu Wenming stood at the stage. Obviously Ning Yi looked up at him. Somehow everyone felt that Wu Wenming was still looked down on, and was ridiculed by His Royal Highness with a kind of indifference. Looking down.

Wu Wenming came into contact with such eyes, and his heart was shocked, and the hall came down quickly!

The finger that had been pushed in the hall door shrank back very unwillingly. Wu Wenming had to quickly bow down to Ning Yi, but there was no lower order.

"What is Master Wu doing here?" Ning Yi asked slowly outside.

In the hall, Feng Zhiwei was helping to dress Shaoning. Shaoning wore embroidered shoes on his feet. The eunuch's robe was not up to date. The shoes had to be changed. Feng Zhiwei took off his boots. Two cotton **** were pulled out.

Feng Zhiwei stared at Mammy Chen's expression, but Mammy Chen's expression remained the same, tucked the cotton back, and tucked it in a little more—Shaoning was slightly shorter than Fengzhi and had smaller feet than hers.

Feng Zhi breathed out a long breath.

Obviously, this grandma knew her dual identity.

The conversation outside came faintly.

"Back to His Royal Highness, Yu Ping and Xiu Peng sent Gongren Bao to report that an assassin had entered the Eighth Lane of the Inner Palace before, looking at the west side of the Outer Hall, he came to arrest him."

Wu Wenming's voice is neither humble nor overbearing.

"Hundreds of halls on the west side of the outer hall, how to confirm the depth of field hall?"

"Only the depth of field is in the west direction."

"Who tells you that the assassin must be right in the west?"

"Qiong Palace's Qiong'er..."