The Rise of Phoenixes

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That was the answer of the 16-year-old girl before the waves in the South China Sea. She circled back and forth countless times in the bottom of her heart.

Today, it is ironic to resort to language again.

She lowered her face slightly, covered by the scattered long hair, and at the angle no one saw, there was a faint sparkle.

Ning Yi silently said nothing on the dry branches of Lengyue, and her coat was floating in the wind like flowing water.

After a long time, Feng Zhiwei raised his head and looked as usual. He smiled at Ning Yi and said, "It's late. Your Highness has a rest."

Ning Yi looked at her with no disappointment or anger in her eyes, only deep sadness.

This is the way to the present day, and I have tried my best to make sure that the fate of the fate cannot be saved.

He tried hard to push her forward, but she insisted on standing on the spot, guarding the early morning of the snow.

All life, all life.

"My heart will always be where it should be, or one day I will overturn the river and the sea, and I will be able to overturn it."

Since some vows were determined not to be able to be wiped out by humans, it would be better to follow the trajectory she wanted and follow along.

He smiled lightly, held out his hand, and said, "Zhiwei, let me stay with you one more night."

Feng Zhiwei said nothing in silence, he said again: "We have known each other for five years and have never been together for the New Year."

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes, closed the quilt, and slept slowly, facing the wall.

There was a soft footstep behind him. Someone closed the window, and his faint atmosphere filled the room. In a trance that year, in front of the ice lake in winter, white plum blossoms flew across the white coat.

The bed was slightly sinking, his slender figure reflected on the wall, and holding her shoulder, Feng Zhiwei didn't look back, only gently said: "Why not kill me?"

Ning Yi didn't speak for a while, and seemed to be thinking about it. He smiled briefly and said, "Zhiwei, I will kill all the people in the world, and I won't want to kill you."

"But from today on." Feng Zhiwei still closed his eyes, "I hope you regard me as the enemy."

There was no movement behind him, for a while, his fingers caressed her cheeks carefully, and the fingertips were cold.

The cold fingertips slowly moved on the cheeks, but there was a wet water trace under the fingers, which was cooler than the fingertips, and slowly cooled in the wind that groaned on this New Year's Eve.

No one has a warm temperature anymore, to scorch the bitter cold.

Moonlight slowly walked through the long window, and the reflection on the wall was obliquely long, like this kind of bondage, it was pulled farther, and there was an end.

After a long time, the figure on the wall raised his head slightly and covered his eyes with his hands.

His voice was slightly dull, and he answered, "Okay."

That night the wind was bleak, rolled up and down a thousand layers of snow, and covered it all.

That night the moonlight twirled, illuminating the unreliable trunk, the white plum under the window sill quietly withered away, and I didn't know whether it was snowflakes or plum blossoms.

The exhausted Feng Zhiwei finally maintained his posture and fell asleep, finally hoping that he would never wake up in his vague sleepiness.

The dream of falling asleep is still hazy, the dream is full of gorgeous and cool breath, who in the dream held a paper umbrella across the waste bridge, facing a crystal wall, suddenly the crystal shattered silently, saw the ancient temple waste temple under the cold moon air, In front of the waste temple, who smiled Wan Wanwan, handed over a reed flower, the reed flower swayed in the tide, filled with a vine scent, she smiled and bite, but the bitter pine nuts in Jiyangshan were bitten, and the cliff cliff dived in a blink of an eye Come, who is on the cliff standing with each other and facing the vast mountains and seas, and the radiance of the stars and the moon slowly rotates, a pot of wine in Duo Bugri is dark and fragrant, and suddenly who smashed the bottle and smashed the wine pot at the emperor Wangdu Bridge, She was crying in the dripping water.

Yeah, yeah, this night's blurred dream.

She walked step by step in such a retrospective whirl, who in the haze has been leaning on her side, resting her hand on her cheek, so caressed over and over again, whose breath is close in the haze, but in the end had to With a sigh to leave, who was slowly leaning over when the sky was dawning, and printed a cool kiss on her forehead. At the closest moment to each other, she clearly felt a wet moisture between her eyes, but did not know It’s his, or, or his.

The sunlight rises faintly, and the familiar breath in the room disappears like a frost flower on the glass.

She slowly sat up and heard the report from the outer court, and the imperial court declared her imperial return to Beijing.

She held the quilt tightly and smoothed the slightly wet end that night.

The New Year's Eve of this year also passed like this. Changxi eighteen years quietly but fiercely, knocked on the door of this world.

On the fifteenth day of the first month of the lunar month, she set off to return to Beijing, and there was the last official matter to be executed by her in the pre-departure case.

Qiu Yu's self-examination with four thousand words was handed over to her desk together with the official documents. During this period, the special book husband Jun Tiankun had a grotesque personality, so the sufferings caused by it were really wronged by thousands of difficulties.

She and the Li family have broken up, and now they move away from the Li family living alone temple. As the first Heli woman who dared to talk about the privacy of the couple’s bed in the public hall, she was ridiculed as a vulgar and vulgar slut. The Li family even threatened that if she was judged and separated, she would never die, and the Jianghuai government would not dare to take on the case until the year after it was finally submitted to her case.

Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time against the thick lawsuit, thinking of her cousin's indulgent and noble temperament. She could achieve this level of ridicule in the world. The persistent love in her heart must have been burning like fire.

That year Chang Guifei's birthday feast, she has already seen Qiu Yuluo's thoughts on Ning Yi, originally thought that she would marry someone, not wanting an abandoned husband, eventually let her resurrect.

And Master Li's family was discarded in his own hands.

Destiny is destined, the cycle is not good

Many years ago, in the incense yard of Lan Xiangyuan, Yi Yi was angry and let the egg fly. After many years, the spattered blood finally fell on his feet.

Feng Zhi smiled slightly, almost desolately.

Immediately raise the pen, and at the end of the thick file, write a word stroke by stroke.

"quasi."

In the eighteenth year of Changxi, Feng Zhiwei returned to Beijing. In March, due to the appointment of the Jianghuai Dao administrative ambassador, he made a great contribution to the river engineering of the Beijing-Huaihe Canal and entered the cabinet as a scholar of Yongshoudian University.