The Rise of Phoenixes

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But what does this feel like?

Gu Nanyi wanted to ask clearly, but intuitively felt that Feng Zhiwei would not tell him the answer. The rest of her person was very clear to him, but every time she approached the point, she was weird. It is estimated that if she asked She, she wants to use the sentence "men and women don't accept relatives" to educate.

Gu Nanyi is an easy-to-learn and persevering child. According to his previous belief in learning martial arts-if he can't get through, he will be tough. If you pass it, don't be afraid.

So he decided not to waste time lost, just try it a few times.

So he stretched out his hand and decided to copy Feng Zhi in his arms and try again.

Feng Zhiwei had already come awake. With a move on his side, she immediately turned over and looked at the corner of the red, and felt a little jump in his heart. I remembered that he had licked her lips and wine. At that time, he calmly dissatisfied, just tasted the wine, she just played haha, but now it seems that it is a little... different?

So quickly jumped over the table to the other end of the painting, and said with a smile: "Walnut... let's draw walnut..."

Gu Nanyi glanced at her, estimated the distance across the table case, and estimated that it was possible to catch her from the case, but it might be difficult to turn the inkstone over, because Feng Zhiwei's reaction and skill were more practicable The better, he was suddenly a little annoyed, and felt that he had always given too much guidance to Feng Zhiwei's martial arts.

In an instant, Master Gu made a decision, and felt that Feng Zhiwei's martial arts practiced to the present level. It doesn't need to be better. Anyway, as long as she needs it, he is responsible for protection.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know that this momentary Master Gu made a rare decision about her selfishness. She bowed her head and took a pen to ink, in order to cover up the red tide on her face. How to make words with the young master to get rid of his more and more horrible little moves recently.

Her pen outlined the drawing on the paper, clearing her throat, and said as gently as possible: "Nanyi, this walnut is painted like this, a circle, don't need to be too round, usually a circle is enough..."

"Walnut meat." The young master reminded her to remember to paint his favorite walnut meat.

"Oh." Feng Zhiwei thought about it while casually drawing another circle in the circle. The young master looked at it with dissatisfaction, and felt that this circle and the walnut meat he ate every day did not seem to be the same thing.

Feng Zhiwei painted walnut meat, but suddenly came to inspiration, and quickly said: "Why, Nanyi, walnuts want to eat walnut meat, you have to break its shell, but people are not walnuts, you can't just think about it. Yes, you have to protect and respect other people’s shells, you can’t knock them off, nothing?”

"No knocking, no stripping." Master Gu expressed disagreement.

"This is a metaphor, a metaphor!" Feng Zhi sighed slightly, thinking that such a difficult problem could not be clearly explained to the young master at one and a half moments, which is also unspeakable directly, or honestly pay attention to it. So, I had to finish the two strokes with two strokes, put the pen on hold, and said, "The painting is done, walnut."

Ning Cheng, who was far away, was drinking, and when he heard this probe, he pours out three drinks.

Master Gu looked at it in the past and took one out of the bag for comparison. He thought it seemed a bit similar, but somehow it was wrong. He turned his head to look at a melon in the case and felt that the thing looked more Like.

I just wanted to express my opinion, and suddenly heard the noise outside, and there was a little noise, and then it was quiet, and then the sound of a person's footsteps sounded, and I was striding toward the compartment. The sound was not very loud. The convergence of the pace is not fast or slow, but it is neat and quick, and there is no delay between lifting and falling. It makes people feel that people who step out of this pace are energetic, determined, and have the momentum to control everything.

Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, thinking that he would walk with such temperament and control, but not too many people.

Then he heard the man smile and said: "We heard that Wei Hou is rare that Yaxing is swaying Danqing? Can you give Xiao Wang insight?"

Feng Zhiwei stood up, the curtain lifted, and the man entered with a smile.

Feng Zhiwei just felt his eyes shine.

The man was dressed luxuriously, purple gold ink crystal crown, coral belt, dark green line twelve golden dragon king robe, all shining, but the brilliance covered, could not suppress the outstanding temperament, but anyone who saw this person would never The first thing that attracts attention to clothes is his eyes.

It was a pair of vicissitudes and amorous eyes, not big or bright and unparalleled, but deep and distant, it seemed a little melancholy, not the pretentious melancholy, but the kind of loneliness possessed by the natural and noble people, like extreme The water of the abyss in the northern land, the subtle blue in the dark, but when it turns, it seems to ignite flames, confusing people, dancing, making people want to fall into the ashes, two contradictory eyes Blended in that kind of eyes, intertwined into a unique charm, let people glance at the past, almost fell into that look.

In Feng Zhiwei's impression, a man in his thirties is the best person in this style, and she can be described as unparalleled. She once thought Xin Ziyan could be regarded as the first uncle's beauty, but compared with Xiliang Regent, this beauty is less After the red dust was tempered, it was slightly thin, like a gorgeous mask, and the wind fell into the cherry blossoms.

The surprise was only for a short while. After all, she was a man who had read beautiful men. She immediately greeted her with a smile, and said, "Is it His Royal Highness?"

"Ben Wang asked them not to bother." The regent king shook his hand. "I heard that Wei Hou was painting, and Ben Wang thought, this is a rare opportunity, but don't be disturbed by our evil guests, Wei Hou. Mo Bao, not everyone knows..." While speaking, he walked to the case calmly, but the people had not yet arrived, and he had praised casually, "Is this a painting by Wei Hou, oh, it's really so beautiful, It’s full of beauty and grace, and it’s superb...uh."

His fluent compliments came to an abrupt halt when he saw the painting. The noble figure who was accustomed to the wind and waves even got stuck and stared at the painting by the side of the case.