The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Why both men and women?" Yan Huaishi's eyes turned and smiled, "You haven't crossed the ocean, I don't know if some countries are very open-minded. When I was ten years old, I went to overseas Pupu with my uncle. The men and women hugged and danced on the street, and that was called Merry."

"Really?" Hua Qiong's face looked relaxed, "I really want to see it."

She saw the faint sweating on Yan Huaishi's face, and her heart softened, and took the veil to wipe his sweat. Yan Huaishi was talking happily, but she couldn't prevent her from approaching suddenly. Faintly, softly on the face, a shock in my heart, subconsciously gave way.

With this hand in hand, Hua Qiong's hand was immediately shocked, and Yan Huaishi immediately picked up her veil with a smile, and said, "You have a body, and you have to take care of me, and I will come by myself."

Hua Qiong looked at him, smiled, and handed him the veil. Yan Huaishi was absent-minded and wiped a few, and hesitated: "Mother asked when the wedding will be held, you see..."

"Wait until the child is born," Hua Qiong said silently for a while. "In your current capacity, you are going to feast the guests. By the time you stand up, your stomach will not look good."

Yan Huaishi looked relieved and smiled at her, saying, "That's fine, I will give you the most magnificent wedding ceremony at that time, so that your ancestral temple will be saved by blood. Ende."

"Kaiseki." Hua Qiong raised his eyes and stared at him brightly. "Am we, only Ende?"

Yan Huaishi didn't expect her to ask such a direct question suddenly. She opened her mouth and suddenly became confused.

The woman on the opposite side is clean and clean, not awesome, but the beauty of her eyebrows is outstanding. She is a woman with excellent temperament. She is not like a Mr.

With his understanding of her since childhood, she deserves to be any man in the world.

At the age of seven, he knew for the first time that his mother was in Ni'an, and ran out dozens of miles in one night. He pleaded at the courtyard door of the temple and begged the nuns not to let him in for a day. He cried, and she cried. At the age of eight, she directed the students of her school to carry the ladder, and took him to climb the wall to meet his mother in broad daylight. He cried his mother underneath, and she sat on the wall to look at him.

At the age of nine, he was forbidden to go to see his mother because he often secretly went to see his mother. At that time, his mother wanted to see him when she was seriously ill. She ran to the house alone, turned the wall into the log house, and chopped off the latch with a kitchen knife.

At the age of twelve, Ni-an received orders from the house owner not to allow him to visit his mother again. She was closely guarded on all sides. She took a hoe, digged the dog hole at the root of Ni-an’s western wall, and ordered him to go in. He felt ashamed and refused. She kicked him on the buttocks and scolded him fiercely, "Big Husband behaves indiscreetly, you can't drill holes today, you can't be tolerated tomorrow, and you will be buried in the Yan family after death!"

He secretly saw his mother in a dog hole for many years. It was a long time before she knew that she had drilled longer than him. Before he found his mother, she passed this dog hole and gave it to the mother who was often hungry every few days. steamed bread.

He always respected her, served her, thanked her. When the ancestral hall was trapped, he listened to the fearless conflict between her and the Yan family outside the door, and she burst into tears in a thrilling voice. The voice of "marry or not marry me", he answered without hesitation , Is really the voice of the time.

Marry, you must marry, otherwise he can’t pass the conscience, she is his wife, and she doesn’t think about it anymore.

However, when this question was thrown to the front, he suddenly felt at a loss, marrying, whether it was an obligation, a responsibility, or a necessity. Then, what about the other?

They are the sweethearts who don't love each other.

They are halfway couples who are brought together by a family struggle.

In the past two decades, he has listened to his mother's instructions for countless times. He is a descendant of the two great families of Yan and Chen. He is a descendant of the blood of the noble royal family of the Yan family. The blood of the family, noble and honorable, is only suitable for the same noble woman.

Listening a lot, it seems that this should be the case.

The woman on the opposite side looked at clearly, and in an instant, the mother's instructions and the pictures of her companions flashed through in his heart for many years. He didn't know how to answer there.

Hua Qiong had already laughed again.

She laughed loudly and pushed Yanhuai Shi, saying, "It's really a silly question. No wonder I asked you. I'm really too close to getting married, and I ask them what to do."

"Yeah." Yan Huaishi accosted her with a veil on her face. "It's almost getting married, and it's almost getting married..."

"Go busy." Hua Qiong pushed him, watching Yan Huaishi walk away.

She stood in the corridor for a long time, holding the corridor column, watching the sky floating clouds, the wind surging, watching Feng Zhi in the yard behind him hurriedly took the box placed in the window carefully, and closed the window again, like I was afraid that it would rain and wet the box.

For a long time, she gently smiled.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know that the Yan and his wife had such a vital conversation in the corridor. She looked at the sky outside with concern, thinking that Master Gu was so rare that she didn't know what to do when she went out. Don't get caught in the rain.

The box sent by Yan Huaishi was quietly placed on the table, not a common jade box, but light green wood, with a beautiful pattern of natural wind and snow, very elegant, and a golden mandala on the edge. Luo Hua is the style on Ning Yi's cloak. The enchanting flowers and leaves are incompatible with the overall elegant temperament of the wooden box and produce strange charms. It is also like the feeling of Ning Yi as a whole.

This person... Make a box to be the second one. Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smile lightly, stroking the smooth wood of the tentacles, but had to admire Ning Yi's vision, which is more expensive and tacky than The golden jade thing, the box itself, fits her preferences.

What would it be in the box?

Looking at this box, you know that it will not be regular jewelry, or a rare plaything in southern Fujian? Or what is the panacea for her? Or is it just a prank to open the box and pop out two other pen monkeys?

It was difficult for him to lead the army, worry about military affairs, and even have the leisure to give her a gift.

Feng Zhi held her cheeks slightly, facing the box, her eyes were flowing, thinking carefully about what would be inside. She was not in a hurry to open the box. She felt that this was facing the gift, and she had a mood of conjecture with a touch of joy. It's beautiful.