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The man looked up, and under his long hair, which was a little messy, a pair of eyes were full of autumn water, which belonged to Feng Zhiwei's eyes.

The one next to her who was smiling convulsively before had a pair of knife-like eyes, which was naturally Hua Qiong who came to Beijing to report on work.

The two arrived in the imperial capital a day in advance, because the Ministry of Rites notified that tomorrow the civil and military officials will greet Wei Zhi on behalf of the Son of Heaven, so they had no choice but to wait at the post station first, and the two people who were bored took advantage of Zong Chen's refining Gu Nanyi to give Gu Zhizhi a bath, sneaked into the city to drink, and didn't want to hear such a wonderful storytelling in the restaurant, and almost took a beating.

It's always good for someone to break the siege, it's just the one who does......

Hua Qiong lowered her eyes, thinking that the time had come to study Zong Chen's medical skills.

Feng Zhiwei raised her head slowly, her eyes swept over the white fingertips like jade, and she saw the moon-white sleeves embroidered with dark patterns of green bamboo, her expression was calm and smiling, slightly alienated, as if it was the situation when she was facing Ning Yi in front of him in the South China Sea, there was nothing unusual, even Hua Qiong, who was close at hand, could not find anything special.

After a moment, she smiled, reached out, and rested her fingertips on Ning Yi's palm.

Ning Yi immediately reached out and shook it, and with a slight force, Feng Zhiwei crawled out from under the table.

The two met their eyes, and Feng Zhiwei took the lead in unfurling a very officially smile at Ning Yi.

"Your Highness has also arrived in the Imperial Capital? Hehe. ”

"Just one day ahead of you." Ning Yiwaner.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both smiling brightly, a year apart in time and space, the seven days of terrifying hatred in the imperial capital, the blood stains of two lives, this moment seemed to have never existed.

Hua Qiong breathed a sigh of relief and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Hey, the poor man who no one cares about has to climb out by himself." ”

Three hands were handed to her at the same time.

Ning Yi, Feng Zhiwei, and a pair of hands.

The hands appeared suddenly, as if out of thin air, and the fingers were still a little shaky.

Hua Qiong stared at the hands.

There is no pampered royal wealth, not white, not slender, with young tight skin, there is a shallow semicircular scar in the palm of his hand, which was accidentally burned by the oven ring when he was a child to his mother, and there is a cut on the knuckle of the middle finger, which was cut by a branch when he took him to climb the tree to see the old lady.

Those hands were so familiar, so familiar that she had witnessed them grow from a seven-year-old immature little hand to a stable palm of a man today, and she was familiar with the hand she had held on to that hand in her dreams every night, and complained to the owner of the hand, but when she woke up, her eyes filled with tears.

Those hands now walked out of the dream, walked thousands of miles of the South China Sea, and walked in front of her eyes.

Hua Qiong sniffed, rolled her eyes, and suddenly smiled.

She stretched out her hand and put her hand on Yan Huaishi's palm, Yan Huaishi immediately shook her hard and wanted to pull her out, but Hua Qiong suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him hard, Yan Huaishi was pulled into the bottom of the table by Hua Qiong with an ouch.

Outside the table, Ning Yi and Feng Zhi were slightly dumbfounded......

"Why do you want to go out and show you?" Hua Qiong's voice came out from under the table, a little muffled, as if she had been rubbed into someone's arms, "We have been reunited after a long absence, we are excited, and we are impatient to go back to the post station, please two of you, give a clear." ”

Then Hua Qiong's hand stretched out from under the table and waved it calmly and casually. Let His Royal Highness and Lord Hou go to clear the field for her.

Yan Huaishi didn't seem to have time to talk at all, or was embarrassed to say anything? Anyway, the table is a little shaky.

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, called the owner of the restaurant, and went down with a piece of gold, not to mention that the restaurant was closed, and those who ran away from the hall avoided it.

"What a smart guy." She muttered as she paid, "I knew that I would be watched when I returned to the station, so I simply solved it on the spot." ”

Closing the door very consciously and leaving the shaking table behind him, Feng Zhiwei smiled and said goodbye to Ning Yi, "Your Highness, the lower official has to rush back to the post station to prepare for tomorrow's suburbs to welcome the salute, so I will leave." ”

Then turn around and leave.

"Knowing."

Feng Zhiwei didn't look back, waved his hand and said, "Ah, don't work to send each other, your Highness, please stay and stay." "It's getting faster.

She didn't care whether the people behind her followed her, and walked out of the city quickly, the post station was only three miles away from the city, and with her footsteps, she would arrive soon.

It could have been faster, but she didn't want to show her edge too much - when she was in Pucheng, her true qi was not actually lost, but because of the poison, it was scattered in the meridians, and when the red stale in the center of her eyebrows was dissipated, the true qi in the dantian slowly gathered, Jin Siyu checked the pulse day by day in the early days, confirmed that she had lost her martial arts, and when she was completely convinced that this matter was no longer investigated, her martial arts had returned, and it was even higher.

Feng Zhiwei felt that the martial arts she practiced were very strange, and her physique was also a little strange, the scorching air currents in her body slowly calmed down with the cultivation of martial arts, but they did not disappear, but grew day by day, and every time she experienced the catastrophe of life and death, the heat flow rose a few points, but it did not damage her body, but promoted her internal strength to a higher level, it felt like this innate pulse heat flow, and the martial arts that Zong Chen handed over to her, it seemed to complement each other.

Otherwise, she couldn't have done anything in advance at the head of Pucheng City, and used dark energy to smash the inside of the stack in advance, so that she could finally fall into the city smoothly.

Feng Zhiwei approached the post station briskly, and before he arrived, he saw a few small sedan chairs parked at the door of the post station, and there seemed to be a sharp female voice coming from a distance.

"How could Wei Zhi not be there!"

"Let me in!"

Vaguely Gu Nanyi stood at the door with Gu Zhizhi in his arms, the father and daughter ignored and looked at the sky, and the door was blocked like a god.

Feng Zhiwei was surprised how there could be a female guest blocking the door of the post station, and called her name directly, when she heard this voice, she burst into her head, thinking that she hadn't seen this aunt for a year, why hadn't she been married yet, why was she getting hotter and hotter day by day.

Feng Zhiwei has been mixed up until now, from the Son of Heaven to the grass people, there are no unjust people and things, but she is afraid of avoiding this, without it, because of this mandarin duck spectrum, she Feng Zhiwei has no intention of messing with Fengyue debts.

She turned her heels and prepared to go back to the city again, preferring to drink flower wine rather than be blocked by Princess Shaoning.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a person coming by him, raised his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Oh, isn't that my little imperial sister?" I haven't seen you for a long time, so it's better to reminisce about the old days together. "On the other hand, they have to open their mouths.

Feng Zhiwei pounced, covered the person's mouth without any image rules, and sneered: "Don't ...... Other...... Your Royal Highness, men and women are not kissed, and there are too many people to reminisce about the old and have no mood, let's change places to reminisce about the old alone, alone! ”

The last two words sighed emphatically, His Highness's eyes burned, and he immediately expressed his strong approval of this proposal, and the raised hand fell, and it was convenient to take her hand, and said with a smile, "There is a place you must be willing to go." ”

The corners of Feng Zhiwei's mouth twitched, looking at the hand that was tightly clenched, his fingers were forced, and the tip of the finger poked.

The man's palm was like a cast of iron and stone, and he didn't feel anything, and he talked and laughed freely.

led her all the way to a horse, Feng Zhiwei recognized that this was his all-black Yue horse, which had been assassinated by himself, but fortunately, no one on that horse had a memory, and he didn't give her a hoof when he saw her coming.

Behind her, Ning Yi lifted it lightly, and she got on the horse. Immediately, his back sank, and Ning Yi sat up.

Feng Zhi frowned slightly, a little regretful that he didn't ride out today.

The man behind him leaned lightly on her shoulder, his chin rested on her shoulder, and with a flick of his fingers, the horse ran smoothly, as if he knew that the master of the horse needed emotion, and did not pursue speed, but ran leisurely.

In the steady pace, the clear man's breath came through the skin, the slightly hot breath brushed the broken hair in his ears, slightly itchy, Feng Zhi stiffened his back slightly, moved uncomfortably, and reluctantly smiled: "It is not appropriate for the lower official to ride with His Highness, it is better for His Highness to ride a horse, and the lower official will run behind." ”

Ning Yi didn't speak, and only after a while did he smile lazily: "First, I'm reluctant, and second, I'm afraid you'll run away." ”

Without waiting for Feng Zhiwei to answer, he said again: "Zhiwei, when will we be born like this?" Last time I sent you a letter box, why didn't you reply to me? ”

Feng Zhiwei was silent for a while, and Ning Yi behind her gently blew her earlobe, she turned her head and let go, smiled for a while, and said, "The letter box...... The river sank. ”

"Oh?" Ning Yi's voice didn't fluctuate, just a little cold.

"Your Highness." Feng Zhiwei turned around halfway, put his hand on his chest to avoid getting close to the shock, and said lightly, "I have thought about it, between you and me, there is really no possibility of getting closer, my only relatives are all buried in your father's royal golden feather guard, and I am not suitable for your royal waves, as I said before, I want to be a simple person, marry a simple man, and live a simple life." ”

"Mrs. Feng and Feng Hao are involved in the case of the orphans of the Dacheng Emperor's lineage, which is a felony that must be investigated in any dynasty." Ning Yi said lightly, "In any case, you have cleared up your suspicions, and Your Majesty has not caused you Feng Zhiwei, and even has a sense of apology and care for you because of this, this is already an anomaly, I can't care if you are angry with the court, you are angry with me, and I am unwilling to give me a chance for this." ”

"I understand that each other has their own positions." Feng Zhi smiled slightly, "But because each has its own position, it must not be forced to be together, otherwise you dare not believe me, and I dare not believe you, how can you live such a life?" ”

"I dare to believe you." Ning Yi's tone was calm, but he was stubborn.

"Aren't you afraid that I have different thoughts and serve in the imperial court in the name of Wei Zhi, but in fact, I only want to avenge my mother and brother and kill your father?" Feng Zhi smiled slightly, in a completely joking tone.

"You have the ability to do it." Ning Yi said lightly, "I dare to play with you in this world, I just ask you not to refuse me thousands of miles away." ”

"My life and death are actually in the hands of His Highness at any time." Feng Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "As long as His Royal Highness enters the palace, His Majesty will say a word before driving, Wei Zhi will be Feng Zhiwei, and outside the gate at noon tomorrow, Wei Zhi's head will roll down." ”

"If you really want to say, why wait until now?" Ning Yi smiled, "Zhiwei, I know you're reminding me, and you have a lot of tricks in my hands, can we not talk about such a scathing topic now?" ”

"What's not bad about the scenery?"

"This."

The horse stopped, and Feng Zhiwei looked up and saw that it was Wangdu Bridge, the first bridge in Dacheng.

Although she and Ning Yi first met in Qiufu, the real conversation was at Wangdu Bridge.

That year, the Wangdu Bridge was snowy and frosty, and the two people on the bridge drank a bottle of bad wine.

This year's **** is coming, the Wangdu Bridge is still mottled, and there are deep and shallow moss growing at the bottom of the bridge, silently watching the river.

Everything is as before, and it seems that it is not as good as before.

Ning Yi got off the horse and stretched out his hand to her, Feng Zhiwei's eyes swept by emptyly, and he jumped down.

Ning Yi was not embarrassed, withdrew his hand, calmly took out a pot of wine from his arms, and said with a smile: "You were stingy at the beginning, please let me drink a pot of sour wine for three cents, and I will invite you to drink Jianghuai famous pear blossom white." ”

"The pear blossom white taste is sweet and light, but the aftertaste is mellow, and it is a good wine." Feng Zhiwei walked to the bridge first, holding on to the bridge railing and looking at the jade belt-like river, "It's just that I still think that the three pieces of wine back then were the most true taste in the world." ”

"What's the taste?" Ning Yi followed, standing beside her, and the wind on the high bridge curled up the long hair of the two of them, entangled together, like two hunting flags.

"Bitter, spicy, sour, thin." Feng Zhiwei said softly, "The pain of parting, the bitterness of resentment, and the sourness of broken hearts...... The affection is thin. ”

Ning Yi was silent, the wind on the bridge became more and more violent, and a morning peach trembled across the bridge railing, and was blown apart by the merciless wind.

"That year, I talked to you on this bridge about the death of Dacheng and the incident of the three princes." After a while, he opened his mouth and pointed to Feng Zhiwei's feet, "He just fell here, my third brother, the wind feather crossbow from the Royal Forest Army, pierced his heart with ten thousand arrows." ”

Feng Zhiwei didn't move, and he didn't even look down.

"He is my best brother, the only one who has ever loved me in the cold court, when I was a child I was bullied by other brothers, he was the one who stopped and protected me, and in my childhood and adolescence, I spent most of my time in his study, which was the most peaceful place I have ever stayed in, where I could sleep more than in my own bedchamber."

"He is a steady and gentle person, pure and unstruggling, I still don't believe that he will rebel and usurp the throne, but that day, it was also me, who was forced by the eldest brother of the crown prince to lead troops to intercept him...... He looked at me from the bridge that day, and there were too many in his eyes...... I watched him from under the bridge that day, and then slowly waved my hand at the Guards. ”

Ning Yi's tone was calm, and he couldn't even hear the pain, the **** looked at each other across the bridge many years ago, the last look of his life many years ago, the boy who was under the bridge many years ago, and issued a kill order to his beloved brother, the heart that was once warmed, died in the wind of Wangdu Bridge that was taller than ordinary people, and let the wind and rain erode countless hollows, passing through the wind of midnight.

“…… His blood flowed across the bridge that day, and it was amazing how there could be so much blood in one person's body. Ning Yi caressed the bridge railing, and his voice was as cold as this bridge stone, "It's a pity that no amount of blood will be washed away, just like the pain of parting, the bitterness of hatred, the sourness of broken hearts, the thinness of affection, and the most heartbreaking and heartbreaking everything in the world, will eventually be annihilated by time without a trace." ”

"Cool people, choose to forget." Feng Zhi smiled slightly sneeringly.

"You can call me cold." Ning Yi looked at her calmly, "I also killed the prince coldly, because he framed the third brother, the third brother is steady and intelligent, and the government and the opposition have a high voice for him to be the prince, I hate the prince, he wants to kill the third brother, I can't stop it, why let me kill it?" ”

Feng Zhiwei unconsciously picked up the wine bottle, drank half of the bottle as soon as he drank it, thinking that he talked about the mutiny of the three princes on the bridge that year, and felt that his tone was abnormal, thinking that at that time, the plan to kill the prince was already in his heart, and today he came to talk to himself on the bridge again, who are he going to kill this time?

"Zhiwei, I want to tell you this, not only to let you understand me better little by little, but also to tell you." Ning Yi suddenly shook her hand, "We have too many involuntary bodies in our lives, but we can't completely abandon our original hearts because of this." ”

Feng Zhiwei was silent, lowered his long eyelashes, and tried to withdraw his hand from his hand, but Ning Yi didn't let go, but instead pulled his hand into his arms, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Zhiwei...... Zhiwei ...... Do you still have a heart......

His tone trembled slightly, the scorching breath was blowing on the side of her ear, and it was slightly wet in an instant, and it seemed to have a burst of cold dew on his heart when he was steaming, and the lips moved slowly but firmly, gently sucking away the remaining wine at the corner of her lips, and the steaming breath had more pear blossom white aroma, mellow and light, like a pear blossom.

The night breeze carries the peach blossoms that fall early.

Feng Zhiwei was always silent, the pear blossom white wine came up, surprisingly fierce, she was slightly dizzy, her hands and feet seemed to be slightly sore, the person's breath was familiar and shocking, like this March spring breeze swirling, pear blossom fragrance, peach blossom warmth, a little touch of the past, the frozen mood seemed to sound the sound of broken ice.

But in the end, when the lips were about to get closer, he suddenly raised his hand and stuffed the wine jug he had been holding in his hand into Ning's hand.

Ning Yi was in a hot mood, the cold wine jug was stuffed over, the ice made him stunned, Feng Zhiwei had already pulled away, she lowered her eyes, she couldn't see her expression clearly in the twilight, the corners of her lips were moist and luster, and Ning Yi's heart trembled slightly.

Suddenly, I heard a very sweet and soft voice, and asked curiously:

"Daddy, what are they doing?"

Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei looked back, and saw two figures, one large and one small, standing under the bridge, the small one in the big hand, looking at the two curiously with a pair of round eyes.

Feng Zhi stroked his forehead slightly, Shen Yin - Please, Young Master Gu, don't you know how to let children avoid this kind of scene?

Then I heard Young Master Gu's dry answer: "The wine is not enough, the man snatched the woman's wine to drink." ”

“……”

Feng Zhi smiled dryly, quickly slid down from the bridge railing, flatteringly led Gu Zhixiao, and then flattered Young Master Gu, "How did you find it?" ”

Young Master Gu glanced at her and ignored her.

Feng Zhiwei's expression was a little embarrassed - since he came back from Pucheng, the young master has become more and more of his own personal emotions, and often shows a unique spiritual outlook, such as the current posture, is it a legend...... Jealous?

Gu knew that he was a little more than two and a half years old, which was the most noisy age, either he didn't speak, or he would die fluently if he wanted to speak, and said loudly: "Yiyi's father saw you coming and ran away, saying that you were hiding from women." ”

Feng Zhiwei just let out an "oh", and then heard her say again: "Yiyi's father said, hide women, don't hide men, hate!" ”

Feng Zhiwei said "uh" and choked.

He looked up at Nanyi in disbelief for a long time - uncle, is this really what you said?

Young Master Gu looked down at Gu Zhixiao - daughter, you added the last two words really well.

Satisfied, he picked up the little girl, put it on his shoulder, turned around, and beckoned with one hand.

Feng Zhiwei immediately filled himself into that position very honestly - Young Master Gu summoned you and if you ignore it, you will die a miserable death, such as being carried by him on the other side's shoulder.

Gu Zhiwei sat on her father's shoulder with a smile, looking at the night view of Dijing from afar, Feng Zhiwei was tightly held by Gu Nanyi's sleeve, and he didn't leave with his head back, the moonlight was like frost, and the long figure of the three of them was stretched, and the longer and longer it became, gradually gathering into one.

Ning Yi held the wine jug on the Wangdu Bridge, looking at the three figures fading in the moonlight, and the loneliness and loneliness of falling flowers appeared in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his head, drank the wine, threw it away, and the porcelain wine jug sank into the water with a pop.

The sound of the flask falling into the water was heard far away, and he sat still, and for a long time, there was a slight sound of footsteps approaching.

"Is that the world-famous Lord Wei......" Behind him was a woman's voice, light and sweet, with a bit of habitual coquettishness, with a smile, and seemed to glance in the direction where Feng Zhiwei disappeared, "His Royal Highness really loves him...... Ahh

The last half of the teasing was fiercely strangled in the throat.

The woman's eyes widened, looking at the king of Chu who was still elegant just now, but at the moment he was full of cruelty, holding his throat with one hand, just now she made a random joke, and Ning Yi, who didn't want to turn her back on her, turned around, and rolled over like the wind, her eyes were dark, and the next moment her throat was pinched.

The moonlight shone on her face, her delicate eyebrows, the corners of her eyes were a little raised, and she was very bright and vulgar.

"Temple...... ...... the palace" Yin'er's eyes widened in horror, feeling that the hand holding her throat showed no sign of letting go, thinking of the ruthlessness of this master, she was remorseful and afraid in her heart, blinking, tears had already rolled out, stained with the rouge on her face, and fell on the back of Ning Yi's hand.

Ning Yi Huo Ran let go of his hand, and he was caught off guard when he made a move, Yin'er staggered back, covering her throat and coughing, but she didn't dare to say a word.

Ning Yi turned around with his hand, and a black shadow under the moonlight was slanting and long.

"Although you are not my subordinate, you should know my rules." After a while, Ning Yi said coldly, "My business, how can you inquire about it?" ”

"Yes......" Yin'er trembled and crouched in the dust.

"I'll buy you the Lanxiang Courtyard tomorrow, and you don't have to make that business anymore."

Yin'er, who thought she was going to be punished, raised her head in surprise, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

"The king's rewards and punishments are clear," Ning Yi's tone has regained calm, "You have been doing well in Lanxiang Courtyard for two years, and you have been doing well. ”

Yin'er's face was not dry with tears, and her eyes were already blooming with joy, and she muttered: "The master is ...... over there."

"Your master's side, I'll go and say, she won't say anything, you didn't leave the Lanxiang Courtyard, the courtyard will be yours in the future, and you have to worry more."

"Yes! Thank you, Your Highness! Yin'er bowed her head with tears.

Ning Yi didn't speak, and Yin'er didn't dare to move, this prince of the city was more fearful than her legitimate master.

"You have not met this king today, nor have you seen anyone...... Is it? Ban Xi Ning Yi said lightly.

Yin'er trembled, knowing that if she answered a word incorrectly at this time, the hand that had just choked her throat and let go would be strangled again without hesitation.

"The slave maid is waiting for guests in the Lanxiang Courtyard tonight, and she has never come out." She immediately replied, "Your Highness doesn't even know about the slaves and maids who have returned to Beijing. ”

"What about Lord Wei?" Ning Yi asked lightly again.

"The slave maid has never seen Lord Wei, but I have heard his legend in the market, if Lord Wei comes to the courtyard in the future, the slave maid will definitely serve well."

"Hmm." Ning Yi turned around, the corners of his lips curled, "You're not mistaken?" ”

"The slave and maid also answered the same way in front of the master, so naturally it will not be wrong."

Nodding, Ning Yi smiled and said, "Good students are ready to be your Lanxiang Courtyard Master, congratulations." ”

He walked away like a cloud, and when he walked out of ten feet, more than a dozen black shadows flashed out under the trees on the side of the road, and took him on his horse.

Yin'er lay on the ground for a long time, listening to the surging river, watching the lonely bridge, behind her sweat and heavy clothes.

==

Feng Zhiwei didn't know about this episode after she left, she was steaming for dinner in the post station at this time.

Shaoning waited at the gate of the post station for half an afternoon, and finally couldn't bear it, afraid of the key to the palace gate, he went back angrily, and threatened when he left, he couldn't find it for one day, two days, two days, three days, and he didn't believe Wei Zhi You retracted into the mouse hole and couldn't get out!

Feng Zhiwei just smiled bitterly when he heard this, Zong Chen contacted the subordinates who stayed in the imperial capital, only to know that the original Shaoning ordered the family, the young man died a month before the door, and the princess became a widow, and then she cried and made a fuss to keep filial piety for others, Emperor Tiansheng naturally did not allow it, and made a fuss to become a monk, Emperor Tiansheng sternly refused, and made trouble, and the old emperor did not dare to mention the marriage of this only daughter - as soon as she mentioned it, she cried like crazy and said that she was a hard-working person and wanted to go to the imperial nunnery to practice for a lifetime.

Shao Ning left himself in the palace as he wished, and will stay for a long time, Feng Zhiwei only shook his head when he heard the news, and a thought instantly flashed in his heart - was the fiancé who died violently in the family really sick and died violently, or was he just killed violently because of this marriage?

With Shaoning's ruthless decision to kill people in front of the emperor at the beginning, she did this kind of thing, their Ning family bloodline, very ruthless.

Feng Zhiwei guessed that when he returned to Beijing, he would inevitably hand over the right to dismiss the army, at most he would be given a military title, and the original deputy of the Ministry of Rites would probably be replaced by a positive one, but even if he sat upright, Shao Ning's marriage would inevitably interfere in the future, this was Shao Ning's warning to her - if you arrange one, I will kill one.

During the meal, Zong Chen also told her a news, the dancer who danced at the birthday banquet of Chang Guifei in the palace was prosperous after entering the palace, and was promoted to three levels in a few months, and recently she has been crowned a concubine, named Concubine Qing, this lady is very skillful, and the harem is now so purging that she does not dare to come out, and she is also very favored by Emperor Tiansheng, and she stays at her place almost every night, and the Tiansheng court is now rumored that it seems that this Concubine Qing Niangniang will probably add an eleventh prince to Emperor Tiansheng sooner or later.

"It's no wonder that with Ning Yi's current situation, the emperor has not appointed him as the crown prince for a long time." Feng Zhi smiled slightly, "Dare to wait for the future eleventh prince?" ”

"I don't think His Royal Highness the King of Chu is too worried." Zong Chen smiled, "What about the so-called Eleventh Prince?" How many more years does the old emperor live? An infant baby can fight with the powerful King of Chu? ”

"When the dynasty is civil and military, half of them are under the King of Chu." Feng Zhiwei nodded his chopsticks, "I'm waiting for the day when I'm being co-opted." ”

Zong Chen and Hua Qiong glanced at her at the same time, Feng Zhiwei's eyes were clear, and there was nothing unusual.

Yan Huaishi didn't know what was going on, so he leaned over and said, "Then dare to be kind, what kind of tacit cooperation did you and Your Highness have in the South China Sea?" Now it's time for the lord and the ministers to join hands to compose another good story...... Ouch. ”

The beautiful longing was interrupted by an unceremonious pinch, Yan Huaishi turned around in astonishment, and saw Hua Qiong unceremoniously stuffing Hua Changtian, who was babbling and gnawing his fists, into his arms, "Your son is going to sleep, go and coax." ”

Yan Huaishi lowered his head and looked at the cheap son in his arms, the little guy was smiling at him with his fists in his mouth, and a pair of slender eyes of Xiao Huaqiong's ex-husband scholar had already begun to take shape.

And they all looked up.

Kind of holding my breath.

The biggest gap between Hua Qiong and Yan Huaishi is the hierarchical concept of the gate valve family, the first noble family in the South China Sea with royal blood, and the huge and unbridgeable gap between the gentleman and daughter of the private school and the talented wife of the first show.

Although Hua Qiong has now written a legend of a female general of the dynasty with her wonderful herself, Yan Huaishi has also secured the position of the head of the Yan family, and is no longer the unpopular son of the Yan family, but because of this, in the South China Sea, where the traditional customs of the family are extremely important, the future wife of the Yan family will still be criticized by the world.

Hua Qiong doesn't care about the criticism of others, but she must first know whether her husband has the courage to bear such criticism, and whether she has the courage to accept everything completely and without any knots.

Marriage is not afraid of a temporary torrent, but it is often ruined by long-term friction.

Not everyone can see the coldness of reality from the dream of love, but fortunately, Hua Qiong has always been able to.

The level between her and Yan Huaishi still has to be crossed by Yan Huaishi himself.

Hua Qiong's seemingly careless plug is actually the biggest test for her husband, she can't pass this hurdle, with Hua Qiong's pride, she will never take Yan Changtian to marry into the Yan family.

Yan Huaishi looked at the child, and then looked at his wife opposite, parting for a year, his Huaqiong was sharpened more brightly by the wind and frost in a year, and a little local flavor of the girl in the fishing village in the South China Sea was gone, and it was as delicious as a scorching flower on the branches.

In the past year, he regretted it countless times, why couldn't he answer immediately when Hua Qiong asked the sentence "Is there only kindness between us"?

He always thought that it was just that hesitation that Hua Qiong flew away.

When she was there, he was accustomed to her presence, to the point that it was as natural as if she had to get dressed in the morning, but when she flew away, he realized that what was missing was not a piece of clothing, but a heart.

Some things think that they are accustomed to not thinking about the origin of their existence, but they do not know that the sprouts of love have long since bloomed.

In the first half of that year, he sent people around to find her whereabouts like crazy, and he also traveled all over the South China Sea, many sleepless nights, thinking about her a pregnant woman floating outside, whether she would not eat well and sleep well and be bullied and stranded in the rivers and lakes, many nights woke up in a cold sweat, and could not sleep in the second half of the night.

Later, I finally had an idea, thought of Wei Zhi's existence, and tentatively sent a letter, and finally got the news.

He slept with a smile on his face that night.

Hua Qiong was by Wei Zhi's side, he was relieved, he vaguely knew Wei Zhi's identity as a woman, after all, when they entered Qingming Academy together, there were many details, how could he hide it from him who was shrewd, but Wei Zhi didn't say it, and he wouldn't go to inquire, this is the cultivation of the children of the family, and he will not cross his boundary.

In those days, knowing her great achievements, he couldn't help but be proud of her, and told his mother excitedly, his mother frowned, saying that his daughter's family danced swords and swords, and mixed with men in the bloody battlefield.

He loves that difference, and compared to her, those ladies are boring.

Later, I got the news of the Battle of Baitou Cliff and Hua Qiong's death.

It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, splitting the heart full of anticipation and joy.

It was three months of upside down wine, it was three months of drunken dreams and death, those three months did not know how to get over, and I didn't know how to pass, and then how to survive this long night of life.

Fortunately...... Now she finally stood in front of him, not pretentious, not retreating, not hesitating, his Hua Qiong.

lost and regained, his heart was overflowing with gratitude and joy, everything in the world is not a tribulation, as long as he can laugh with her in front of the lamp for the rest of his life.

He looked at his wife with such gratitude, and felt that she could bring himself and her son to him well, which was grace.

After a long time, he smiled.

He smiled and pinched the soft little nose of the child in his arms, and said, "Look at this nose, it is exactly the same as my Qiong'er." ”

Everyone laughed.

Hua Qiong's smile opened from the corner of her eyes, even her eyes were rippling, she swept her temples, and she didn't think that the sentence "my Qiong'er" was numb, and said unashamedly: "Of course, my son." ”

Yan Huaishi smiled, hugged his son and left the table, pulling his wife while walking, and said with a smile, "I won't coax, you come to teach me, you come to teach me-"

The couple walked away with each other, and the two heads gradually became one under the lamp.

Feng Zhi looked at their backs with little joy and said softly, "I'm really happy for Hua Qiong." ”

She smiled warmly, but there was something very sad in her eyes.

Young Master Gu suddenly gave her a bowl of corn soup, handed it hot to his hand, and said, "You like to drink it." ”

Feng Zhiwei took it, and was suddenly stunned, thinking that Young Master Gu, who didn't care about everything, remembered that she loved to drink this?

Gu Zhizhi immediately pounced and said loudly: "I want it!" ”

Young Master Gu perfunctorily stuffed her with a chicken leg.

Gu Zhizhi knocked her father's head with a chicken leg, "I want corn soup!" ”

Young Master Gu picked up his daughter, threw it out, and landed steadily in the basin of the basin stand.

Gu Zhizhi sat in the big porcelain basin, and blatantly knocked the edge of the basin with a chicken leg, as if he was singing, "Corn!" ”

This girl of the Gu family has been used to being carried and thrown by her father since she was a child, her father sometimes carries her to fight, throws her and a cloth bag on her shoulder, and then jumps up and down and never cares about her existence, Gu knows that she has to hold her father's neck at any time before she can fully speak, otherwise her father will jump and turn her out.

Because of this, the bigger the baby, the more ferocious it is, and the girl may cry for three days if she is touched, and she can lie down and sleep steadily when she is thrown on the roof beam.

The chicken leg knocked on the edge of the basin, the gravy splashed, and with Gu Zhixiao's magic sound piercing his brain, Zong Chen immediately ran away, Feng Zhiwei was helpless, and brought his corn soup over.

Gu Zhizhi nodded a little corn soup with his chin, motioned for Feng Zhiwei to put it down, sat on the basin stand, and beckoned her father like a queen, "Feed me!" ”

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but look at it with a smile, thinking to himself, where did this kid learn this style?

Young Master Gu went over, calmly opened the corn soup, or stuffed it in Feng Zhiwei's hand, and then ......

He suddenly dropped the basin with his backhand.

With a bang, the little lady of the Gu family was covered under the basin......

Gu's father calmly pressed the basin with a thick book, leaving a gap, grabbed the stunned Feng Zhiwei with one hand, and calmly dragged her to continue drinking soup.

Under the basin, the little lady of the Gu family knocked on the chicken leg for a long time, and found that no one paid attention to it, lay down boringly, finished gnawing the chicken leg, stared and thought for a long time, but did not come up with the reason for the difference, so she had to close her eyes.

Fell asleep boringly.

==

Before the daylight shone through the long window, Feng Zhiwei was dragged up to clean himself up.

Wearing Wei Zhi's face - the mask was originally hidden in a cave under the Baitou Cliff and pressed with a stone, but sure enough, she was not found, and she found it when she returned from Pucheng.

Changed into a black silk robe, blue soft armor, a dark blue heavy brocade cloak, the cloak embroidered with bright blue patterns, the bright light flashed between the rolls, the black hair was tied high, the white jade crown, with the shape of the ancient long hairpin, draped behind the shoulders of the long hair smooth like flowing water.

The young man's waist is thin, his person is straight, and he has a jade-like demeanor, Hua Qiong is also dressed in a military uniform, and he personally dressed her, and said with a smile: "I'm going to stun the Dijing girl today." ”

Feng Zhiwei pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile, thinking that he would not be stunned by the first girl in Dijing.

After the whole bundle was lifted, the people who looked up in the courtyard lit up, and Helian Zheng gave her three hundred of Shunyi's most elite guards.

"I would like to follow the imperial order to welcome the Marquis of Zhongyi, General Wuwei, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and the secretary of Qingming Academy, Lord Wei-"

The long sound of the report was accompanied by the solemn and luxurious music of the imperial ceremonial supervisor, and the golden drum sounded three times, and Feng Zhiwei rode his horse to meet him.

The sunlight fell from the sky, and in the faint golden light, the young man in Tsing Yi rode a horse, his light clothes and thin armor fluttered, and the dark blue cloak rolled in the spring breeze in March, turning out the bright blue and dark light of five colors.

Immediately, the young man's eyebrows are flying and his face is bright, and Qingyue Chao Zhuo has his own high-end elegance engraved with the bloody battle of the battlefield, which is not as impressive as the front, but it is more indulgent, like a glossy ambergris that has been polished by the wind and waves in the deep sea.

The Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces, who were slightly stunned by the unparalleled young man in the sun, finally approached with a smile, and Hu Shengshan, a scholar, came forward with a smile.

Feng Zhiwei reined in the spring breeze in March.

Her eyes crossed over the powerful people in the purple clothes in front of her, over the boiling and cheering crowds on both sides, over the high gate of the imperial capital, and over the Tianqu Avenue that extended in all directions.

It fell on the cars of the princes who ushered in it, on the small courtyard of Qiufu where he had relied on his relatives for his life, on the Ning'an Hall covered with deep snow that year, and on the woods on the outskirts of Beijing where two lonely graves were silent.

In one year, the sea has been turned upside down.

Changxi fifteen years.

Imperial Palace.

I'm finally back.

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The new volume opens, and someone who doesn't have an outline hasn't figured it out yet, so please allow me to think about it and slow down, and these two chapters can be regarded as a peaceful foreshadowing first.