Under the torrential rain, on the stone bridge, the man knelt in the coldness of the ground, and gently called to the person who was most important to him in the world to the evening breeze and cold rain, but he knew in his heart that he would never get an answer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Separated by a wall, there is a continuous palace with red makeup and green flowers, so festive and lively is close at hand, but he is far away from the world.

Feng Zhi looked at the figure from afar, and suddenly remembered the person he had seen these days, cold, heavy, solemn, sharp, a person with a thousand faces, endless, but he had never seen such loneliness and sadness at such a moment.

Feng Zhiwei quietly took a step back.

She knows that there is a kind of person who only allows herself to appear in front of others at all times, and does not want to be seen by others to see the flowers behind her.

She was standing in front of the crystal wall, not knowing how to open it, this retreat, just retreated into the crystal beauty's arms, I don't know where she touched, the beauty's arm suddenly moved, and then the crystal wall slid away silently.

Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw that the posture of the crystal beauty had changed, her hands were wrapped, her head was slightly off, a little charming, and a little ****.

She was stunned, vaguely feeling that this design was a bit obscene, although this crystal statue was only a jade statue, but the beauty was elegant and noble, this posture seemed to be a bit profane.

The crystal wall was opened, and Feng Zhiwei realized that this was a rockery, and the crystal wall on the outside was painted with a layer of faint green, like the color of moss, and it was not affected from the inside, but it looked easy to be a rockery from the outside, no wonder Ning Yi on the bridge didn't notice her.

The moment the crystal wall slid open, Ning Yi finally looked back with some sense.

The rain curtain became a curtain, and he looked at her on the bridge at the other end of the curtain.

The rain was like silk, and she looked up under the bridge at the end of the curtain.

The water light is obliquely woven vertically, like a dense mood at the moment.

If the gaze becomes silk, this moment is also rain silk, formless and colorless, slightly cool and long, and the scissors are constantly implicated in the heaven and earth.

After a long time, Ning Yi slowly stood up with the bridge railing, stepped down the arch bridge, and walked towards her step by step, the rain slid down his slightly pale cheeks, his hair was darker, his eyebrows were thicker, his eyes were deeper, and his lips were so white, under the infiltration of raindrops, it seemed that he had lost all his temperature.

The crown is covered with Jinghua, and the people are alone and haggard.

He walked to Feng Zhiwei's side, as if he wanted to ask something, his eyes suddenly fell on the crystal wall behind her, his face suddenly changed, and he bypassed Feng Zhiwei in a flash and entered the tunnel.

When he found the crystal wall, Tie Qing's face made Feng Zhi slightly uneasy, and he turned back, but saw Ning Yi looking at the crystal beauty in a daze, his lips pursed extremely tightly, and there was no blood.

He looked at the gaze of the image, a little pain, a little nostalgia, a little joy, a little memory, intertwined into a complex and indescribable vision, Feng Zhiwei looked at that look, and then looked at the beauty's eyebrows, and realized something.

Ning Yi looked at it in a daze for a long time, and finally stepped forward extremely carefully, tremblingly reaching out to touch the face of the crystal statue, and stretched out his fingers very lightly and carefully, as if he was afraid that if the strength was heavy, all this in front of him would be shattered like a dream.

However, as he approached, he swept his gaze and realized the special posture of the crystal statue.

Ning Yi was stunned and took another closer look.

Then there was a deep anger in his eyes, like the sea before the storm, and the huge waves were erecting and crashing on the shore, as if they were about to submerge the heavens and the earth.

"Boom!"

The white light flashed, as if it was shocked, there was a crackling sound, the phantom of Huaguang dazzled, Feng Zhi took a step back in shock, and lamented in his heart that the priceless crystal statue had been annihilated from then on.

The footsteps made a cracking sound, stepping on a pile of broken chips on the ground, and on the opposite side, Ning Yi's long hair was scattered and his sword was standing.

Half of the crystal wall has been destroyed, but the crystal statue is intact, and Ning Yi is not willing to destroy the statue that may be the only remaining image in the world.

He stood for a long time, his long eyelashes drooping, and from Feng Zhiwei's angle, only the lines of his jaw were delicate and pale.

The tunnel was so quiet that she could only hear her own breathing, and the feeling, along with his extreme paleness, frightened her, and she couldn't help but take a few steps forward to do something.

As soon as he walked in front of Ning Yi, he suddenly collapsed.

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The rain fell fiercely, there was a rumbling sound between heaven and earth, the ground covered with stones and moss was very slippery, Feng Zhiwei carried Ning Yi out of the rockery with great difficulty, and just poked his head out, he was immediately soaked by the oncoming rain.

She wiped a handful of rain and scolded herself, really, what kind of rain did she run into the tunnel to hide? In vain, fate is destined to be dozen.

scolded Ning Yi again, really, why are you crazy when you're fine? Isn't it good to stay calm and cool as you have always been? Looks like I have to learn from her!

Passing through this courtyard, it is the palace room in the backyard, although it is old, but it is clean and dry after all, and maybe you can find medicine, which is good for the patient, Feng Zhiwei thought about Ning Yi who fainted for a long time, and still carried him out of the tunnel.

The rain curtain is like a wall, and the moss on the ground blurs the pale green water, reflecting the slender figure, carrying the person with difficulty, slipping step by step, moving forward.

After walking for a long time, the rain was so heavy that people couldn't open their eyes and couldn't see the direction clearly, Feng Zhiwei almost closed his eyes and touched the pillars under the eaves.

She breathed a sigh of relief, twisted her fingers to open the locked door, and carried Ning Yi into the main room, the room was dark, everything was covered with gray cloth, and at first glance there were shadows and shadows, like countless silent crouching beast shadows.

Feng Zhiwei didn't put Ning Yi on the bed, he was soaking wet, and when he put it on the bed, he was sleeping in the water, she put Ning Yi on the chair, brought a futon, wrapped Ning Yi tightly from head to toe, and then put his pulse.

A pulse, Feng Zhi frowned slightly, Ning Yi is not like a simple rain cold or acute pain attack on the heart, his right hand lung and spleen lifeline is greater than the left hand heart, liver and kidney, it is obvious that the lung and spleen have been seriously injured, this is the mood pain and depression caused by the attack of old injuries, if not dealt with in time, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles.

His body is cold, and he must first ward off the cold, otherwise it will only aggravate the old wounds.

Feng Zhiwei stood in the dark room, looked up to the sky, thought about it, and then closed his eyes.

She put her hand into the quilt wrapped in Ning Yi, and without saying a word, she took it off.

Robes, belts, tunics, tunics, trousers, ****...... Feng Zhiwei's movements were very neat at first, but gradually he was a little slow, and the roots of his ears were slightly red, but he never stopped.

There was a pile of soaked clothes piled up in the ground, and looking at the number of clothes, I took off everything that should have been taken off, and I took off what I shouldn't have taken off.

Feng Zhiwei's hand suddenly stopped when he withdrew from the quilt.

The skin under her fingers had been smooth and cool, but there was a slight bulge, and she hesitantly touched it, making sure that it was a scar, and it was a very hideous scar.

This is probably the old injury that caused him to faint, but Tianhuang nobles, children of the royal family, how could they have the opportunity to suffer such a serious injury?

The fingers slowly stroked over the bulge, and the scar was long, broad, and uneven, and you can imagine the brutality of the time.

Feng Zhiwei remembered the rumors about him in Jingzhong...... At the age of seven, he was in danger of dying of a serious illness, and then his temperament changed greatly, wasn't it a disease at the beginning, but an injury?

The fingertips inadvertently touched his intact skin, and the slight coolness and smoothness under his fingers made Feng Zhiwei's face red, and he quickly withdrew his hand, trying to let his mind run everywhere, and he could think about anything, so as to avoid the embarrassment at the moment.

While thinking about Helian Zheng's guy's feet stink, Gu Nanyi's walnuts were tired of eating one day, she wiped Ning Yi all over her body with the quilt, and then hugged another quilt and covered the original soaked quilt, and pulled out the wet quilt from underneath, leaving only the dry quilt wrapped around Ning Yi.

Immediately, she picked up Ning Yi with the quilt and sent her to the bed.

The man was still in a coma, but the previous rapid and thin breathing was slightly smoother, Feng Zhiwei rubbed his body vigorously with the quilt, promoting the circulation of blood and veins, and finally relieved a little, the gray and blue color on the pale face disappeared, and the thick black eyelashes were weakly put down, covering a faint black shadow under the beautiful corner of the eye arc, the contrast between black and white, it was rare to have a little weakness, the kind of compelling elegance on weekdays, at this moment only soft and light, a slight cloud like ease.

Feng Zhiwei, who was busy sweating, looked at this guy who was comfortably trapped in his sleep, and patted his face with some annoyance and jealousy, "Sleep soundly!" ”

After the shooting, I felt very happy, so I slapped it twice, hey, hurry up and beat it twice, there will be no store in this village.

put Ning Yi on the bed, saw that his hair was still wet, took off the golden crown and pulled out the hairpin for him, and spread it out, afraid that his hair would get wind after the pillow was wet, so he moved him out and hung his long black hair down to the bed.

Then he was busy looking for the flint brazier, and took off the gray cloth furniture covers to start the fire, and as soon as the covers were taken, he couldn't help but praise them - the utensils in this room seem to be plain, but in fact they are very delicate and gorgeous, and the details can be seen to be very valuable, and all the utensils are not Tiansheng style, with strange arcs in the corners, and there is a foreign beauty.

It's just that she didn't have the heart to appreciate it carefully at this time, she rummaged through the cabinets to find the things she wanted, but fortunately everything was complete here, and she actually saw a futon wooden fish in a drawer.

He found the flint, dragged the brazier out from under the bed, made a fire under the bed to roast his clothes and dry his hair, and took a comb and combed his wet hair.

His hair is very good, soft and cool like brocade in his hand, and some of it sticks to his forehead, Feng Zhiwei leaned over and gently helped him with his fingers.

Ning Yi woke up at this moment.

From the confusion and deep pain, from the cold and rainy world, he struggled all the way out, opened his eyes, and for a moment there was no heaven and earth, only saw delicate and slender jade-white fingers, and the gesture passed softly in front of him.

Extending his gaze upwards, he could see a delicate snow-white jaw and a light pink delicate lip, which was delicate and vivid in the gray background color on all sides.

The curtains on all sides hung low, the firelight was peeled away, and a warm breath came through the bones.

The darkness just now was cold and painful, like a dream.

Or, is it a dream now?

The vision is still a little hazy, the fingers in front of him are busy, the butterflies are flying like flowers, he looks at it a little confused, this scene is very familiar in a trance, it seems that many, many years ago, there was such a palace, there was such a person, gentle and meticulous, for him to remove the sweaty messy hair on his forehead.

In an instant, there was no end to joy in my heart.

Have all those who were lost come back?

With a low groan, he grabbed the finger, pulled it to the side of his cheek, and leaned it lightly.

"The Mother ......"

Warm fingers rested on the cold cheeks, the soft warmth that penetrated into the bone marrow, and he squinted slightly, so intoxicated that he didn't want to let go.

Feng Zhi froze slightly on the side of the bed, watching his fingers being pulled and rubbed by Ning Yi, and he didn't know for a while whether to pull them out or continue to take advantage of him.

It's obvious that this guy hasn't woken up yet, she hesitated, what if he wakes up with a withdrawal of his hand, and he finds out that the reality is annoyed and angry, but what if he doesn't pull his hand, and he comes back to his senses and becomes even more annoyed and angry?

There was only a slight twitch of his fingers, but the man was already aware.

The eyes that were still misty and ethereal just now suddenly condensed, and then they were as clear as black jade, he raised his eyelashes and saw the person in front of him clearly at a glance.

Looking around, Ning Yi's eyes gradually sharpened, let go of Feng Zhiwei's fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you here?" ”

He didn't look annoyed or embarrassed, but in an instant, he regained his usual sharp coolness in front of her, and the pupils of Mo Yu's eyes were completely foggy, and the guard and vigilance that he never took off came back in an instant.

Feng Zhiwei wiped his fingers on his skirt, turned around to bake his clothes, and said with a smile: "Find a place to shelter from the rain, I came in unintentionally." ”

Ning Yi looked at her back in a daze, she was still a little dazed when she just woke up, the quilt was warm and comfortable, and she didn't want to move, so she half-lay down and watched her a little numb as she methodically roasted her robe, deep coat, pants, **** ......

****……

****？

Ning Yi pulled open the quilt suddenly, glanced at it, and closed it again.

Then start in a daze.

Feng Zhiwei turned his back to him, calmly raised the ****, and looked at where there was nothing that was not dried.

It's good that she doesn't lift it, but Ning Yi can't bear it anymore when she lifts it, and says angrily: "Put it down!" ”

Feng Zhiwei turned around and looked at him innocently, sighing, really, so awkward, am I not for your comfort? Otherwise, I don't care if your ** clothes are dry or not, as long as you make sure that your robe is not seen to be wet.

After taking the basic dried clothes, she very virtuously folded the clothes one by one and sent them over, and the calf nose pants of mulberry silk were placed on the top, and Ning Yi gasped again.

couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at her, the woman was serious and inactive, and seemed to be a little shy, but he just felt that she did it on purpose.

However, after such an embarrassment, the heavy haze cloud that pressed on the bottom of his heart dissipated a little, and he sighed, and wandered around his body, and found that although the old wound had flare-up, it had not deteriorated, and he had not suffered from the cold in such a rainstorm.

It's all thanks to her.

The clothes were neatly placed beside him, he looked at the woman in a daze, a rainstorm washed away her face, her face was small and only the size of a palm, the frightening grace, the eyes were misty, and the noisy rain outside the window was like smoke scattered, the bun was messy, she also scattered her hair, when she leaned over, the satin-like hair fell down, fell on the back of her hand, soft as if to rub into the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, he made a ghostly backhand and pressed her hair.

Feng Zhiwei said "ouch" softly, slapped his hand, pulled out his hair, and said, "Don't make trouble." ”

The voice was soft and smiling, it was her usual gentleness, but it was a little more rare indulgence and thoughtfulness, Ning Yi suddenly felt a cold heart, I don't know where a small candle was lit in the corner, not burning, but always warm and bright.

He hurriedly put on his ** clothes in the quilt, and then looked around carefully, his eyes gradually darkened, but he said, "Where did you get the thing to make the fire?" ”

Then he frowned and asked, "You moved her things?" ”

"I just know you need it." Feng Zhiwei turned his back to him, as if he didn't hear the hesitation in his tone, "No matter how precious things are, life is not important." ”

Ning Yi was silent, turned his eyes around, and said in a low voice for a while: "Still everything hasn't changed......

The wind poured in through the window lattice, and Feng Zhiwei, who was wearing semi-wet clothes, was busy sneezing, and had no time to pay attention to his sadness.

Ning Yi gently stroked his chest, found a medicine from the pocket of his robe and ate it, and when he heard Feng Zhi's slight sneezing, he hesitated and said, "You can also take down those tents and burn them." ”

"Are you willing to do it again?" Feng Zhiwei looked back and laughed at him.

"I just don't want you to sneeze at night and keep showing your feet." Ning Yihug sat up with a faint expression.

This person will always be so unspeakable, Feng Zhiwei didn't bother to pay attention to him, burned the brazier vigorously, and heard the man behind him: "Drag it to the bed." ”

Do you really think of me as your maid?

Of course, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and Miss Feng, who is used to being a two-faced person, still smiled and dragged the brazier over.

"Come here." Ning Yi continued to command lightly.

Feng Zhiwei went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

The man behind him lifted the quilt and ordered lightly again: "Come in, divide your half." ”

Feng Zhi stood up slightly and said, "My hair is messy, I'll comb my hair." ”

Someone suddenly pinched his waist, he didn't use internal force, but his technique was wonderful, Feng Zhiwei's body immediately softened, and he was immediately dragged into a warm place.

His heart was pounding, and he kept his stiffness and shrunk there, Feng Zhiwei smiled flatteringly in the wolf's paws: "Your Highness, men and women don't kiss." ”

"I'm not going to kiss you." The gorgeous and cool breath of the person behind him became more and more intense, and there was a little more light medicinal fragrance, which smelled sparse and refreshing, but the strength on the waist did not allow a point, and dragged her who was desperately resisting inch by inch into the quilt, "Do you think you are so beautiful that I can't help it?" ”

Feng Zhiwei pinched his fingers on the side of the bed, and said in a deep voice, "I think I can." ”

The man behind him choked, then coughed, stretched out his hand and simply clicked on her soft, stuffed it into the quilt, and said angrily: "How do you dry your clothes?" I'm not afraid of getting wet by you, what else do you hate? ”

"I hate you." Feng Zhiwei finally couldn't put on the mask, and glared at him even more unbearably, "You treat your life-saving benefactor like this?" How will I marry someone in the future if you are like this? ”

"Marry?" The anger on Ning Yi's face suddenly became complicated after hearing this, and he said with a smile, "It seems that you really dreamed of Princess Huzhuo." ”

"It's good that it's not Princess Chu." Feng Zhi smiled more fakely than he did.

Ning Yi glared at her for a long time, then suddenly laughed, ignored her after laughing, and began to strip her clothes.

Feng Zhi fell there miserably, thinking of the story of Mr. Dongguo, and felt that His Royal Highness the King of Chu was the Zhongshan wolf who was not saved.

I also feel that feng shui is really turning, this person is obviously taking revenge, and the current world is coming quickly, and he knew that he should have left a pair of pants to cover his face before.

The woman's clothes were more troublesome, Ning Yi tossed for a long time before taking off her outer skirt, and put it on the edge of the bed to roast it, and when she turned her head, she saw that the woman was tightly closed, and she didn't know what to mumble in her mouth.

He listened carefully, only to hear her muttering over and over again: "This is the eunuch, this is the eunuch, this is the eunuch......"

Ning Yi stared at this smiling tigress who could be angry without moving, and wanted to slap it down and slap it to death.

However, after staring for a long time, looking at this x delicate like a flower, there was a faint flush on the cheeks, and the jade-white skin became more and more explosive, and the red lips and teeth were pearlescent.

And the muttering mouth should also rest.

He leaned down suddenly.

…… Whose lips are so sweet and fragrant, containing thousands of years of **** boundless, as soon as you touch it, it is amazing, and if you go deeper, you will lose your soul, and you can't help but knock your teeth hard to conquer the city, her soft little tongue is his infinite country at the moment.

Perhaps he only wanted to gag the muttering mouth, or punishively frighten the person who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, but once he touches the softness of the world, he is like a tired traveler encountering a warm resting place, and he is addicted and unwilling to let go.

Twenty-three years of hard work, and finally met the sweetness that he had never tasted in this life, he indulged his heart in an instant, just wanted to indulge in her sweetness forever, his fingers penetrated deeper into the hair behind her head, grabbed her weak shoulders, penetrated deeper into her, and entwined the tastes of each other inseparably.

The rain was rumbling, and in such a hustle and bustle, I could hear someone's breathing, so close at hand, so close at hand, leaving no space for each other to escape.

A soft sound suddenly erupted from the brazier, and sparks exploded.

The little star flower bloomed in the dark room, waking up like ten zhang fireworks and instantly intoxicated, Ning Yi's eyes suddenly cleared, and he turned over and let go.

He stroked his chest slightly, and he coughed lightly for a while, and a thin red bloomed between his lips, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.

This wound was painful, and the medicine was ferocious, causing him to almost lose control.

Feng Zhiwei's chest was also rising and falling slightly, her face was flushed, and she couldn't move after clicking on the soft numb point, she stared at the top of the tent, wanting to see the top of the tent as someone's face, and burn a hole with her own eyes.

The clothes don't need to be baked, so the heat on their own body alone is enough to bake them dry.

Ning Yi calmed his breath, opened a little distance, and when he turned his head, he couldn't help but smile when he saw her calm expression and fierce eyes.

The smile was short-lived, and he moved Feng Zhiwei to his side again, and took off her inner shirt to roast it, leaving only the moon white middle coat and letting her pillow on the crook of his arm, before he said lightly: "Fortunately...... Otherwise, it would be a sin for you to cause me to do something wrong in the palace of the concubine. ”

said as if she was **** him - Feng Zhiwei could obviously speak, but she was so angry that she didn't want to say it anymore, and swore that even if he was in front of her in this life, she would definitely step over his corpse calmly, and stumble on his face by the way.

"This is Yilanju." Ning Yi hugged her in his arms, stroked her hair, and felt that his mind was quiet at the moment, the past was far away like the heavy rain at this moment, and he could hear the distant hustle and bustle, but he couldn't shake the peace of his heart, and suddenly he didn't mind sharing his heart with her, which he had never confided in anyone.

"After my mother's death, she lived here." He said, "Ten years." ”

Feng Zhiwei let out a perfunctory "oh" and prepared to go to bed - if you want to speak, I may not be willing to listen to it.

As soon as his eyes were closed, Huo Ran opened them again—what did he say?

Live here after death?

Feng Zhi was slightly shocked and had goosebumps all over his body, and then he remembered Ning Yi's life experience, everyone knows that his mother is the princess of a small clan in Dayue, and became the woman of Emperor Tiansheng as a prisoner of war.

Feng Zhiwei remembered that when she first heard about Ning Yi's origin, she felt that something was wrong, and finally remembered it at this time-she died of a blood collapse a few months after giving birth to a child?

Blood collapse seems to be the most likely to occur during childbirth, and the probability of it is getting smaller and smaller, and when Ning Yi was born, the Ning family, as the hot relatives of the Dacheng Dynasty, the Wuxun family, was powerful and wealthy, what kind of rare drugs are not, how can it be the same as the poor family in Pengmen, because of the lack of medicine and nutrition, there was a postpartum collapse?

Now the truth is half revealed from the mouth of the person concerned himself - it turns out that the woman is not dead, and has lived for another ten years, but why use this way to hide and live?

"In the thirteenth year of the end of Dacheng, my father and emperor had an incident," Ning Yi said lightly, "Dayue was only a foreign domain of Dacheng at that time, and he took the opportunity to announce his separation from Dacheng's domain and establish himself as a country. ”

"She is the daughter of the patriarch of the Sunset Royal Family on the border of Dayue, Dayue has the sun and the moon, both are famous for their mysteries, they all live in the border mountains, the women of the Yue clan are good at flattery, but the women of the Sunset clan are known as the favor of the emperor, the women of the two clans have always been the object of competition for strong men everywhere, for my father, the title of the sunset woman's 'favor of the emperor' is more in line with his ambitions and dreams, but the capture of my mother's concubine was not deliberately taken by my father, she appeared very peculiarly, she sang a song from the sky and fell on my father's horse."

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but let out a "huh", are there immortals flying out of the sky?

"It snowed heavily that day, the ten-mile pine forest was full of snow, and the father's army waded through the snow," Ning Yi looked at the water flow under the eaves outside the window, his eyes were far away, and he seemed to have crossed the rain curtain and saw the amazing scene before the army in the winter many years ago, "The mother concubine fell from the end of the pine tree when the army passed through the pine forest, when she was dressed in white linen, holding a little squirrel, singing a song with a strange tune, everyone looked up at her, and thought that the heavenly immortals had descended in an instant. ”

Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about that day, the flying snow, the green pine, the pale bright light armor, and the white tip of the spear, everything was hard and cold, and the girl who flew down in white clothes holding a squirrel, how bright and soft should it be?

"The mother concubine appeared strangely, some of the heavy generals in the army said that it was auspicious and some said it was ominous, and they almost fought for it, but the father and emperor were arbitrary and insisted on keeping her, and at that time the language of the mother concubine was not understood by everyone, and no one understood her song. Later, the mother slowly learned some Central Plains languages, but she never liked to speak. ”

"In the second year, when my mother was pregnant with me, the last emperor of Dacheng, Emperor Li, fled to Dayue, my father and Dayue met again in a short battle, the war was unfavorable, Dayue united with the remnants of the army brought by Emperor Li, even under the seven counties, occupied a large area of land east of the Huyan River, and there was panic in the army, and rumors began at that time."

"Spies?" Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but ask.

Ning Yi glanced at her, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Yes, no, it's the old saying of 'the emperor's favor' again, a courtier from Dayue said that the so-called 'emperor's favor' does not mean that this woman will be the emperor, but that the woman of the Sunset clan has a natural prophetic ability, and can foresee the future related to herself or her descendants, as if she is favored by the gods and can see the coming day - and then the song she sang when she left her father's horse was also interpreted. ”

"What lyrics?"

"I don't know." Ning Yi shook his head, "Those who know are dead, and those who are alive now are the only ones who know the lyrics." ”

"It's probably ominous......" Feng Zhi muttered slightly.

"Yes." Ning Yi raised her head, her fingers unconsciously spasmed, and inadvertently brushed Feng Zhiwei's face, making her tremble.

Ning Yi noticed her trembling, and as soon as he stretched out his hand to untie her acupoint, Feng Zhiwei sat a little away from him, thought about it, and leaned over to drag the brazier closer.

"Do you feel sorry for me cold?" The man behind him asked in a low voice, his voice deep and soft.

"It's not." Feng Zhiwei didn't admit it, "The clothes haven't dried yet, I'll get closer and roast." Took a pillow and sandwiched it in the quilt to try to separate it, Ning Yi smiled, did not force her, Feng Zhiwei looked at his smile and felt embarrassed, so he had to find a topic: "Then what?" ”

"And then that's it." Ning Yi said calmly, "The whole army asked my father to get rid of the demons, and at this very time, my father couldn't help it, two months later, my mother gave birth to me, and then it was rumored that I had a postpartum blood collapse, and I went to the '**** sickbed' two months later." ”

"That's what my mother told me when I was a kid. I didn't see my mother after I was born, and I thought she was dead, my father was still sorry for my young mother, and took me to the queen, when Tiansheng had not yet been founded, she was not the queen, and I went for only ten days, I began to be seriously ill, saying that it was a child's fever, and I couldn't save it, and the queen gave my father, and my father sighed for a while. ”

"However, on the night when I was dying of breath, the queen's courtyard was suddenly haunted, and they all thought I was dying, and only an old lady was standing there, and she was also dozing, and she accidentally saw a white shadow drifting by, and screamed in fright, and everyone woke up and ran, only to find that I was sweating profusely, but I was out of danger."

"At that time, this incident was a strange thing, but everyone didn't pay too much attention to it, I stayed with the queen, the people were not careful, and they were often injured, the prince was naughty at that time, and often liked to stuff strange things in my mouth, and my personal grandmother didn't dare to stop me, and often sat outside the palace with me crying."

Ning Yi's tone has always been very calm, as if it was not his own business, as if it was just a story, and the joys and sorrows of the protagonist had long been frozen in history, turned into crystals, and shattered in the pace of progress.

"One night my mother fell asleep crying and crying, and when she woke up she saw me sleeping well on the steps beside her, and she remembered that she had clearly held me in her arms, and this surprise was not trivial, and she no longer dared to hold me in the yard and cry, but after this night, the queen began to haunt again."

"Many of the ghosts in this world actually come from people's hearts." Feng Zhiwei said softly.

Ning Yi looked at her, a soft smile flashed in her eyes, "After making trouble a few times, the queen was uneasy, so she said that I was a cross-border with her, and sent me to Chang Guifei, Chang Guifei is the queen's distant sister, because she is a concubine, she only became a concubine, she didn't have much courage at that time, and I grew up to seven years old until Tiansheng founded the country." ”

The fire in the brazier gradually weakened, and the four sides became darker, and there was a faint smell of dust in the air, and the precious utensils with black background and gold edges sank into the endless shadows, looking as heavy as the vicissitudes of this story.

"You...... When will you see her again? Feng Zhiwei endured it for a long time, but still asked.

"You're very smart, you're just too smart......" Ning Yi touched her hair, and sighed as if there was an unfinished meaning, "Tiansheng Jianguo, I was young at that time, and I still lived in the palace, Tiansheng Palace was rebuilt on the site of the original Dacheng Palace, the scale is extremely huge, and I haven't been to many places, until I was nine years old, once I helped my eldest brother pick up a kite, fell and injured his leg, everyone took the kite and roared away, saying that it was for me to find a doctor, and the doctor didn't come for a long time, I was in a lot of pain, rolled down the hillside, but found a place to live, In the past, it was said that the abandoned palace was locked, and no one was usually allowed to go over, but I don't know why that day, I opened the door. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his eyes flashed with joy, "...... The door opened, and a woman with a hair cultivator walked out...... That was the first time I saw her......"

He coughed slightly, turned his face away, and Feng Zhiwei caught the light flashing in the corner of his eyes for a moment, as bright as a diamond.

"I didn't know who she was then." Ning Yi regained her composure for a while, and continued casually, "I only think she is extremely beautiful, and her eyes are extremely kind and warm, I have grown to nine years old, I have never seen this kind of warmth, I am not used to it for a while, and I forgot to be wary of people, and I actually allowed her to get close, she took me in, bandaged me, and made me a cake with a unique taste, I was nine years old and she tried to feed me, I stayed there for more than an hour, she never spoke, but when I politely said goodbye, she shed tears." ”

This time, Feng Zhiwei turned his face away, only to feel that his nose was sour and his throat was choking.

Mother of the World!

“…… After I went back, I couldn't forget her, and then slipped over a few times, I knew that she was a forbidden place, and every time I went, I was very careful, but I was busy with schoolwork, and my brothers were also keeping an eye on it, and I found a few opportunities within a year, and every time I went, she was happy to be busy, and once I was too tired, I fell asleep unconsciously, and woke up two hours later, and saw that she had been fanning me, because I didn't stop for a moment, and my wrists were swollen. ”

Ning Yi stopped, stroked his wrist, as if he wanted to feel his mother's pain many years ago through his own touch, his movements were very light, but his eyes gradually became cold.

"Seven times...... I've been there seven times...... The eighth time I went...... People go to empty houses. ”

He was nine years old, nine years old he saw his mother for the first time, and then when he was ten years old, he lost her forever.

He remembered everything he had with her so vividly, and remembered every time he seemed to have stolen time with her, seven times, each time in his heart, and counted through it.

Seven times, one life.

The road before and the road after are so desolate and cold, only this one section, colored and painted red, the color will never fade.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him with a look in his eyes, and couldn't bear to ask about the cold ending, the origin of the cold.

Maybe she struggled to live in secrecy for ten years, in order to meet Jiao'er again one day, so that the light of maternal love could illuminate the child's heart that was grinding into darkness in the Boliang court, and try to avoid the regrets that will never be bridged in his life in his long life that is destined to be lonely.

"And her death sacrifice, I found out later, is today."

Her laughter celebrates everyone's birthday, and it is her bleak and empty sacrifice day that no one remembers.

“…… By the time I knew the truth, I regretted it countless times, knowing that she was waiting for me, so no matter how heavy my schoolwork was, no matter how uneasy and kind my brothers were, even if I didn't eat or sleep, I had to go to her a few more times...... However, things in the world can never buy regret medicine, and the most precious time of that year of my life was wasted by me. ”

"No, it's not a waste." Feng Zhiwei said sincerely, "You have met her after all, and spent a lot of time with her, in those days, she was happy, and so were you, so it was worth it." ”

"Happy?" Ning Yi paused and repeated, "Happy? ”

He suddenly laughed, the laughter was low and dull, bringing out a little scarlet, he wiped it off with the back of his hand, looked down at the bright color, and his voice became as sad as the blood, "I used to think she was happy, I thought so for more than ten years, but just now, I knew that I was wrong!" ”

Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, thinking of the crystal statue with a charming posture.

"See that tunnel?" Ning Yi Huoran pointed in that direction, "My father, my father, really still doesn't give up her beauty, it's inconvenient for him to come here, so he opened up this tunnel, this statue he made, what...... What is it! ”

The pain hit his heart, and the blood surged up, Ning Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood before he finished his sentence, and his hand was propped up on the side of the bed and he couldn't stop coughing, but he couldn't speak anymore.

Feng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly stretched out his hand, a little true qi input helped him guide the qi to return, remembering the sleek posture of the crystal statue, and also understood why Ning Yi was so sad and angry - since Emperor Tiansheng made this kind of mechanism for the jade girl to welcome the door in the tunnel where he often came, and also used the appearance of Ning Yi's mother, it can be seen that his heart is obscene, so how could he really let her concentrate on cultivation for the woman who is immortal and peerless? And Concubine Ning Yi, for the sake of her young son, in order to be able to see him a few more times, what kind of grief and humiliation, and such a long time?

Her suffering was so long, the torment was pulled into endless nights, but she still refused to let go of her freedom, just in exchange for a short time when she met her young son.

So she didn't speak, maybe she was afraid that when she opened her mouth, she would not be able to hold back her tears.

“…… She is a very religious person, and she concentrates on doing whatever she does......" Ning Yi propped up the side of the bed with her hand and said in a low voice, "She is obviously practicing at home, but she still has to ...... What a bitter ...... in her heart?"

He hung his head and looked at the brazier, and did not speak, and for a while, something dripped heavily, and there was a "bang" in the brazier.

Feng Zhiwei pressed the hand on the back of his heart, moved, and moved in the direction of his shoulder for a moment, but finally slowly lifted it, hung in the air for a while, and slowly retracted it.

She sat down on the couch with her eyes down, her long eyelashes drooping, her face reflected in the dark red firelight, and there was a slight look of pain between her eyebrows.

Ning Yi turned around to look at her quietly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed her fingertips, and said, "Zhiwei ......"

This was the first time he had called her name, and Feng Zhi shook slightly and raised his head.

Her natural watery and misty eyes, because they have just been moistened, look extraordinarily bright, so slim reflection of the heaven and earth, making people want to spend their lives in such eyes.

The sentence that was buried deep in my heart and had been hesitating about it, but I couldn't help but blurt it out.

"Zhiwei, even though everyone in the world is my enemy, I don't want to have you."

Feng Zhiwei trembled again, on the opposite side, on Ning Yi's pale face, her eyes were heavy and black, like an abyss, like a dense cocoon, with infinite deep meaning, inextricably linked, and instantly made her heartstrings tremble.

She had never seen such a look before, and she had never thought that he would speak so sincerely, and since the first time they met, she and him had been caught in each other's situation, fighting, suspicion, temptation, avoidance, everything, but trust, which never existed.

But now he took her hand, earnestly, and called her name softly at the nearest distance.

The rain is outside the window, the people are under the covers, and the brazier is hot and warm, which seems to smoke people's hearts.

She looked at him and said, "How so!" And he was going to rush out.

But suddenly a large number of voices broke through the sound of the rain and the silence of this moment, and the footsteps crackled in the rain, and they approached the house in an instant.

Someone shouted:

"Look over here, there's no here!"

Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi were shocked at the same time.

Huzhuo's fiancée, Miss Fengjia, and His Royal Highness the King of Chu, who are untidy and alone in the dark room, what kind of uproar will it be if they are discovered!