The Rise of Phoenixes

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Feng Zhiwei, holding the bundle of firewood-like golden guns, seemed to want to smile, but in the end, he wept.

Ning'an Palace was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

There was a thick rust-like smell in the air. The doctors wore in and out behind the curtain, whispering from time to time. The ladies held the golden basin, when they entered, they were clear water, and when they came out, they were blood.

Emperor Tiansheng was sinking in water, sitting in the outer hall, holding a book in his hand, but didn't read a word.

Mrs. Feng had gone back to heaven, and after a heavy hit, she didn’t leave her behind. The doctor said that she should have died, but she insisted on dying for a long time. He understood that she was waiting for Feng Zhiwei and ordered the **** to go immediately. Biography, but no hope in my heart-Tiansheng Imperial Palace has complicated entry and exit procedures, and every gate of the palace will be carefully checked. This time is extremely time-consuming, and I have to go to Feng Zhiwei, even if Feng Zhiwei has arrived at the palace now. Waiting outside the door, I'm afraid it's too late.

Why is she suffering like this?

"Your Majesty..." Taiyi is hurriedly stepping out of the curtain, "I'm afraid it's...not to be..."

Emperor Tiansheng sank in his heart.

She didn't wait after all!

"Your Majesty!" A Nei Shi flashed in, not yelling loudly, calling in a low voice, Emperor Tiansheng raised his eyes impatiently, about to be angry, but listening to Nei Shi whispered a few words.

Emperor Tiansheng moved his eyebrows and put down the book.

"Already here? So fast?"

Then he was surprised and said, "Lian Chuang Liu Dao Gong!"

"Mingying succeeds someone..." Emperor Tiansheng remembered the woman who threw the cup of poetry above the Golden Temple that day, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Quick announcement!"

The figure flashed, and a woman with long black hair appeared in front of the hall.

She seemed a little short of breath, panting slightly, with thin sweat on her forehead, and a shimmer in the sunshade in front of the threshold.

She hurried over, and every step of her face turned white.

"You are here." Emperor Tiansheng sat on the couch, his expression sad, "Go and see her."

Feng Zhiwei heard this sentence, and her heart was loose, almost instantly paralyzed to the ground, she ran back to Beijing, exhausted all the way all the way, and even went through the gate of the Sixth Palace, already at the end of the crossbow.

At this time, she was struggling. She didn't say a word to Tiansheng Emperor and turned to walk to the inner palace.

Emperor Tiansheng looked at her back with some comfort. At this time, Feng Zhiwei was more like Qiu Mingying, the more at ease he felt.

Feng Zhiwei went straight to the inner hall, and the rest of them had avoided it.

Mrs. Feng wore a white towel over her head, covering the wound, and looked straight at the top of the temple, her eyes widened.

"mother!"

Feng Zhiwei fell to his knees and rushed to the couch.

Mrs. Feng's eyes were about to drift away. Hearing the call, she instantly turned on. She struggled to turn her eyes to feel Feng Zhiwei's hand.

"You... really came..." She was a gossamer, her lips twitched slightly, "I almost...can't wait..."

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and held her hand tightly, sleepwalking softly: "I won't let you wait for nothing...I'm coming..."

She reached out and gently lifted the white cloth on Mrs. Feng's head. Mrs. Feng was powerless to stop her and showed a pitiful smile.

Feng Zhiwei blinked, looking at the vaguely bruised **** wound, and looked at the miserable blood into his eyes, into his heart, into the memory of eternal life destined not to be wiped out.

She has to remember the wounds of the mother at the moment, just like remembering everything that the Senliang dynasty gave them to their mother and son, remembering the hardships and hardships of these sixteen years, and remembering that when she thought everything would be better, she could finally let her mother swim In the second half of her life, someone ruthlessly pushed her and her relatives off the cloud of dreams.

She must remember how bitter this world is, such as the wounded flesh and blood turned upside down, and the cut blood and flesh has grown in her heart from time to time, deep and deep, and never heals.

The bead curtain lifted, and Tiansheng Emperor followed, but he was still not assured after all.

Mrs. Feng did not speak, and Feng Zhiwei did not speak. She closed her eyes, feeling the fingers of her mother and the words drawn on her palm.

The fingers were weak and slight, soft and hardly written, but the engraving was the heaviest mark in her life, not in the flesh and blood, between the skin and the skin, but in the soul and nightmare.

"Zhiwei." Emperor Tiansheng turned his eyes away, avoiding the horrific wound, with a gentle and compassionate expression, "You must mourn..."

Feng Zhiwei listened to the sympathetic tone, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She looked at Madam Feng's sudden eager eyes and squeezed her fingers calmly.

Mother, rest assured, I understand.

She turned her head and changed her grateful grief, "Your Majesty..."

Mrs. Feng moved her fingers, squeezed her hand, and tried to move towards Tiansheng Emperor. Feng Zhiwei hesitated, pursed her lips, and looked at Tiansheng Emperor timidly.

The expressions and movements of the mother and daughter saw the emperor Tiansheng's heart heated up and hurried forward to catch Feng Zhiwei's hand from Madam Feng.

He put Feng Zhiwei's hand in his palm and immediately released it, and then said in a deep voice: "Zhiwei, your mother has the merits of the state. For many years, I lost the money to her. Now I am compensated for you. From now on, I You are regarded as the Lord of St. Taint, and you are treated as a daughter...you... rest assured..."

Feng Zhiwei burst into tears, his face flowing silently.

"Sister-in-law Thank you!" She knelt down heavily at the foot of Emperor Tiansheng.

Fingers were stuck in the cracks of the bricks, and they were applied silently and forcelessly, and then split silently, and the blood slowly infiltrated and flowed out into the seam. There was a dark trace there, which was the blood of Madam Feng not long ago.

In such a painful heartache, she looked up at Tiansheng Emperor with infinite admiration, just like looking at her father.

Emperor Tiansheng thought about the pitiful life of this child. From then on he was an outright orphan, with a sour heart and tears in his eyes.

Feng Zhiwei had already knelt on the ground and turned around, turning to look at all this, Mrs. Feng's lips slightly bent.

Mrs. Feng is laughing.

Zhiwei... her knowledge.

It was always her painstaking efforts to protect her cherished daughter.

No matter how sad and indignant, no matter how heartbroken, no matter how painful it is, she is still sober and wise, and she is always making the most correct choice, even if this choice requires her to exhaust her whole body, even if she Endeavor to conquer that hate, so that all his bones and husks rattled.