The Rise of Phoenixes

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She suddenly shut her eyes, her eyes darkened in layers.

Ning Yi pursed her lips and said nothing, but said: "I'm gone. You will leave Beijing in seven days, and I will rush back to you even if I'm busy. I'll let Ning Cheng follow you."

"No." Feng Zhiwei immediately refused. She knew Ning Cheng's position next to Ning Yi, saying that the protection was actually fake. Ning Yi's limited peace of mind and stretch came from the soaring and faithful Ning Cheng. It is his pistachios, no one can substitute.

Ning Yi already smiled, and suddenly pushed her into the corner of the corner.

Feng Zhi was caught off guard, pressed firmly against the wall by him, trapped between his arms and the wall, and had no time to react. His eyes were dark, under the gorgeous and cool breath, his forehead was slightly hot and soft, and Ning Yi's lips It has been printed lightly.

He gently kissed her forehead as if worshiping, like the wind worshiping the distant mountains, and the snowy lake worshiping the ice lake of thousands of miles, rushing forward without any care, devoted, and gentle and gentle coils.

Feng Zhi's tight eyelashes blinked slightly on his cheeks, a slight itch changed his low smile, and moved his lips a little reluctantly, slender fingers gently scraped her nose, and the hot breath sprayed On the side of her neck, "I want you to be strong and brave, do not need any protection, but also hope that you are weak and dependent, and can be left beside me."

Feng Zhiwei smiled gently, "It's a contradictory wish."

With a sigh, Ning Yi slowly lowered her arm in front of her, looked at her deeply again, and then turned and walked away.

He said like a sigh, scattered in the wind.

"Who said no..."

The afternoon sun stretched the person's shadow long, and finally turned around the street corner without seeing it. Feng Zhi stared at his back, staring slightly in the air.

It was a calling gesture, but from beginning to end, there was no exit call to match.

After six days, everything had been completed, and the envoy team of Xiliang would leave Beijing tomorrow.

After thinking, Feng Zhiwei decided to leave Zong Chen. She is no better than before. The situation of Di Jing also needs to be mastered from time to time. Zong Chen and his organization that is always hidden in the dark have their own mature channels for inquiring about the news.

As for Gu Nanyi-do you still have to ask? As soon as the news came out, the burdens of one big and one small had already been laid out.

Feng Zhiwei didn't plan to stop either, and the two could not stop anyone.

That day she came back from Chaozhong and said to the couple that she would get up early and go to bed early tomorrow, so she dragged her sleepy body back to the room.

Her bedroom was in the backyard, an independent courtyard, with her own small kitchen, but never opened fire. She passed the kitchen door casually and suddenly stopped.

There was a light in the kitchen, and the door was open, and there was a low voice.

"So... Qicheng noodles... yes... add lard and sugar... your gesture of rubbing your face is wrong... let's be small..."

"No." Light and cool, familiar with the sound that can be heard in the dream, "I'll come by myself."

There is a faint, fascinating fragrance floating out. Many years ago, some people in the courtyard of the Qiufu small house were full of warmth and personal modulation, but now it is already in the world, and no longer can find the fragrance.

She leaned against the wall and froze there.

In a line of light through the door, someone heard the sound and turned his head.

The light and shadow of the oil lamp in the kitchen was dim, and the man looked back in the crack of the door. The light hit his eyes, which had always been condensed and slightly cold. At the moment, it was as warm as jade, like a black jade piece soaked in the sparkling water.

Feng Zhiwei leaned against the door frame and stared there.

There was a thin layer of night dew around her, her fine eyelashes condensed the clear water, and her eyes became more and more misty, making people unable to see what kind of thoughts were surging behind this eye.

Ning Yi looked at her like this and smiled.

A smile as Yu Tan opened in the dim halo.

He lost something in his hand, walked over, pulled the door panel, and Xiao Yinyin leaned over to look at her, saying, "Why? Frightened?"

Scratch someone's nose stupid there.

Feng Zhiwei's nose tickled, "A sneeze" sneezed, and a white mist rose in front of her. She widened her eyes, rubbed her nose, and found a handful of flour.

Looking at Ning Yi again, the flour full of hands, even the door panel he just grabbed, left a white five-finger print.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes moved upwards along the white finger prints, watching the sleeves pressed to the elbows, covered with flour, and Ning Yi, who even had a little flour on his brows, knew his ignorant habit Sexually raised his eyebrows, the little white on the brows rustled, and the dots on the dark black eyebrows, and the fresher the look, the more funny the look, the more condensed than usual. , Couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's laughing?" Ning Yi leaned against the door frame and asked her leisurely. She didn't shoot the flour with her hands, but she pointed at her with no good intentions. She seemed to be looking at where to print a handprint. Feng Zhiwei was wary. After two steps back, he smiled and said: "I laughed at the emperor of Chu Chu who was full of emperor Jing, if you let your pink confidant see you like this, I don't know what expression will be."

"They won't see me like this." Ning Yi smiled and tried to use his hands to habitually care for Feng Zhiwei's temples, and Feng Zhiwei jumped off alertly, letting go helplessly, "I Looks like it will only show you under the sky."

Feng Zhiwei said, "Well," "Yes, this is really detrimental to His Royal Highness, so just give Wei Chen a glance, don't frighten the beauty."

After saying this, I felt wrong. Sure enough, the guy who responded very quickly immediately laughed, and said like a fox: "I seem to smell the thick smell of vinegar?"

"Xu is the cook knocking over the vinegar bottle?" Feng Zhiwei was afraid that he would get entangled in this problem and squeezed past him. He saw several doughs on the chopping board, a bunch of fresh chopped vines, and a few small bowls. Holding lard, oil, salt, sugar and other things, the cook stood aside with a smile, but he was not the cook in his house. Presumably Ning Yi was not at ease on his side and simply brought the cook.

"You came back too early." Ning Yi stood behind her and waved the cook back. If regretted, "I was going to prepare you to take the freshly baked rattan pancakes when you came back. You have to wait for a while before you can eat the small food."