The Rise of Phoenixes

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She was thinking about things slowly with the wine there, and the opposite side Shao Ning was not a cup and then a cup of dry drinking. When Feng Zhiwei returned to discourage him, Shaoning had already drunk, Feng Zhiwei came over to help her, Shaoning Blushing on the face, softly leaning on her, let her help her back to the room very obediently, Feng Zhiwei squatted down to remove her shoes and socks, but Shao Ning suddenly grabbed her hand, and then leaned over and fell down. Feng Zhiwei arms.

When she fell down, she didn't forget to grab her shirt, her hands clenched tightly.

Feng Zhiwei stiffened, and secretly complained, but this man wouldn’t want to eat himself by drinking. He quickly reached out and wiped her hand, but Shao Ning refused to let it go. Qing Si pours on the pillow, and the original haggard face rises because of alcohol, redness like peach blossoms, a pair of eyes full of waves, and the past is gone, only the very spring at the moment.

Feng Zhiwei looked at that face with a rippling expression in front of herself, and felt collapsed in her heart. The last scene in the body hall was stimulating enough. Once again, she could not guarantee that she would control She could not help but shake her hand and had to put a little effort into it, whispering while shoving Shaoning's hand: "Princess...you have drunk too much, this is a place of repair..."

When she said that, Shaoning suddenly became angry, and turned his head fiercely, yelling: "What is the place to clean up, what is the jade palace... but this one cage is going to another, but one reason is another. One reason! Or the oldest brother was right...there is no free royal gold doll!"

She leaned her fiery face on Feng Zhiwei's arm, and the whole person wrapped around Feng Zhiwei's arm softly, whispering something softly in her mouth, she said too vaguely, Feng Zhiwei didn't dare to lean down To listen to it, so as not to misunderstand that she was leaning over, only to draw her own arm, but Shao Ning grabbed her tightly, like a drowning person grabbed the driftwood available for climbing, Feng Zhiwei pulled her He leaned forward and vaguely heard the phrase "You give me one..."

What is it for her? Feng Zhi frowned slightly, which was a bit strange. She carefully supported her knees with her hands and pulled a distance away to listen, but Shao Ning never made it clear, but said repeatedly, "You give me one... I am one..."

There is a ready-made answer to this sentence, such as giving her a night of ecstasy, but Feng Zhiwei's intuition is not like this. As Shao Ning, she can't say it.

Seeing Shao Ning's cheeks red, drunkenly pulled down to a point, Feng Zhiwei was afraid that Lu Zhiyan's attack on the chest would repeat itself, sighed, and stretched his hand to beat Shao Ning's neck. Shao Ning fell softly. Feng Zhiwei put her away, covered her with a quilt, looked down for a while, and sighed and left.

She stepped out of the imperial temple and looked at the haze of the sky, it was going to rain.

A row of cages was loading at the back door of the Wei Mansion. She did not plan to leave Beijing in a big way. She supposedly should be in Beijing tomorrow. There must be a large number of people to give away at that time. .

Of course, she also has an unspeakable thought-she is afraid that Ning Yi will send each other away. Ning Yi has recently been traveling between Jianghuai and Dijing, and has been busy with the dredging of the Beijing-Huaihe Canal. The two have their own busy days and meet each other. Most of them were in public places such as Chaotang, and they met and laughed, and everything was as usual. It seemed to be the most appropriate thing in the eyes of others as usual, but every time it seemed that the gravel rubbed her heart. Having made a certain determination, this meeting became torture and uneasiness.

Don't save your snacks, don't indulge in the warmth you shouldn't have. She raised her face in the drizzle of early November winter, only to feel that the rain that touched her was so cool.

A Wupeng Green Silk Carriage came briskly, and the car curtain lifted, showing Zong Chen's smiling face, saying: "We can go."

Feng Zhiwei made a hum, got on the bus quietly, and left Beijing all the way. He abandoned the car and took a boat from the Shenfeng Ferry in the suburb of Beijing.

I don’t know when it’s drizzling outside. In November, Dijing already had the chill of winter. She wore an oil coat, looked at the cage and boarded the boat, and suddenly pointed to a small boat that floated freely not far away. In fact, taking such a boat in the rain is called Yunzhi."

Zong Chen smiled behind her and said, "Nacheng, you go and discuss the boat with the boat. Our big ship is slowly open and waiting for you. Anyway, you come out early, and you are not afraid to miss the time of taking office."

"Is it so boring?" Feng Zhi smiled and boarded the ship. She felt sullen in the cabin and stayed at the bow of the ship, watching the vast water of the river, sparkling golden light in the sunset.

After walking for a while, I noticed that the flat boat was always near my own big boat. Looking at it, it seemed to be walking the same path.

With a vigilance in her mind, she paid more attention to it. The boat seemed ordinary, but a red cloth was tied to the bow, but when looked closely, it was a hand-woven sweat towel embroidered with a fat fish. It's bright red and green, and it has some unpretentious taste of fishermen.

The boat in the clothes felt very sensitive, suddenly leaned back and looked at her, picked up a string of wicker fish said: "Is it under the Jianghuai? This is a local famous white fish, the meat is delicious, the son can try it taste?"

She didn't wait for her answer, she threw it up, Feng Zhiwei took it, and thanked him, Zong Chen used the silver needle to try it. Feng Zhiwei hurriedly blocked it, but the boat looked very loose and put her bare feet in the river. Beating, stirring waves of waves, seems to be in a good mood, open his mouth to sing, Feng Zhiwei thought that this person must sing something like "the water of the turbulent waves is clear, you can get my feet", I don't want the man to sing: "Crossing the big river, turning the white waves, there is a flower girl in the waves..."

Feng Zhiwei laughed with a "poof", and felt that this person was naive and simple, free and easy, and very interesting. She was in the officialdom all the way, and she was careful to act in the city and hide deep in her heart. Longing for longing, leaning on the bow of the ship with a smile and listening to him sing.

The man sang vigorously, his body leaned back together, and suddenly there was a strong wind on the river, and the big boat swayed slightly, which caused a turbulence on the water surface. The small boat was very close to the big boat at this time, and the water surface was waved together. The energetic guy just leaned back a little bit wider, only to hear "Oops", and the figure disappeared from the boat's head.