The Rise of Phoenixes

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The real mark about him that day was written in the vast snow, covered by layers of heavy snow, and then taken away a little by footsteps, he was the big Luo Jinxian, and he would never know.

The real heart never opens.

Melting snow without traces.

The gift basket is empty, with 12 layers of ingenuity, 12 ordinary things, all the way.

He was telling her that he had never forgotten, and in exchange for her silently in the midnight prairie wind.

Where is my mood?

You asked me, but I couldn't give the answer, or it was in that **** cave next to the temple of that day, or in the wide open eyes of Feng Hao in Anping Palace, or at the foot of the lonely mountain at the outskirts of Beijing In the solitary forest, or has long been turned into paper money that flew that day, and died with the snow.

The moonlight gradually lighted up, a faint red, she sat on the floor, leaning against the window, and occasionally leaned her head, seeing the morning dawn at the horizon, she had changed to bright daylight.

Eleven gifts, a letter, unconsciously, spent the night.

Those things were scattered on the carpet, and she picked them up one by one, except for what she had eaten, she put them as they were.

Can't help but laugh-Ning Yi lied to her again, saying that there is a Fenghao birthday, where is it?

In the faint sunlight, her smile was no longer gentle and distant, but real, cool, covered with snow and plated with autumn frost.

Then she slowly covered her face, buried her head in her arms, and shrunk her body into a ball-a posture to protect herself from the outside world.

she does not know.

Someone was sleeping on the railing outside the porch, pillows on both hands, a pair of colorful gem-like eyes wide open, seeing the moonlight from east to west.

Someone next door sat cross-legged, palms clinging tightly to the wall, in the direction of her back.

At dawn, except for the three people who had never slept overnight, the rest were full of energy.

The fullest was the Living Buddha Dama who arrived last night and said that the arrival of the living Buddha was fake. The living Buddha, whose bones were so old, was sent by Helian Zheng to a bag of cloth bags.

As soon as the old guy arrived last night, he wanted to announce his existence, but he was rushed to the room by the worried Helian Zheng to sleep, and no one was allowed to disturb the living Buddha. He got up early in the morning and called by name Helian Zheng.

Hearing the sound from the direction of the front hall, it seemed a bit boiling. Feng Zhiwei opened the door, and at first glance saw Helian Zheng sleeping in the corridor, he was startled.

Helian Zheng rolled over and climbed up, reaching out to her, "Come on, let's go and see Damara."

He smiled broadly, his gesture of reaching out was full of tolerance, but there was a thin bloodshot in his eyes caused by sleepless nights.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him and slowly reached into his arms.

Before walking to the front hall, I saw that the spirit of the peony flower was a hundred times instructing the slave-in-law to arrange guests. There was a lot of carpet in the front of a spacious hall, and there were already a hundred people, and the front yard was tumultuous. Yingtian.

"Where are there so many people?"

"It's all your grandparents, uncles, aunts, uncles, uncles, aunts, uncles, uncles, sisters-in-laws, and sister-in-law..."

"Where are there so many relatives." Helian Zheng disagreed, "From now on, it will be my subordinates and people."

"Zada Lan!" Someone shouted with his sleeves up, "Is that your Chinese girl, my God, it looks yellower than the grass bumps under the grass roots!"

Laughing from all sides, the brothers who coveted the throne regardless of the size of the power, just slapped the ground and were almost on the ground.

"That's your concubine!" He Lianzheng violently drank, and the sound of the yard was quiet. "If you don't understand the rules, get out of here!"

Chun Yumeng took his guard to a stop in the middle of the crowd. The clash between the long knife and the armor was clear, and his eyes were even colder than those long knife blades.

The voices on all sides were quieter, and some showed hostility.

"Zadalan, are you going to use force in front of Damara?" The man stared at Helian Zheng with his eyes squinted.

He Lianzheng sneered and immediately began to push his sleeves, but someone pulled him.

"Zadalan is a prairie man, and he can't do it in front of the living Buddha." Feng Zhi smiled and stepped over.

The man sneered and looked at her with disdain.

"The concubine and my subordinates are Han Chinese, and they don't necessarily need to follow certain rules." Feng Zhi slowly adjusted his sleeves and turned his head towards Chun Yumeng.

Chun Yumeng's happy "Hey!" stepped forward and kicked the man's desk case.

"Looking at you is not pleasing to the eye! If you have one, you can do one!"

"Bah!" The man stood upright.

The two fought together. The military generals were born in the family, and they were taught by the famous warrior Chun Yumeng. Naturally, they are not comparable to the grasslands. These unscrupulous men are comparable. They will soon overwhelm the people and press them down.

There were angry faces on all sides, Feng Zhi said faintly: "Who wants to fight, we will accompany."

No one could beat her three thousand guards in a group fight, not to mention Chun Yumeng's one-on-one fight and the other party couldn't parry. The crowd had no choice but to watch, the man groaned, Chun Yumeng grabbed a handful of yellow mud, Stuck in his mouth, "Grandma, see clearly, yellow? Is it yellow?"

The peony flower stared at Chun Yumeng's back, and the saliva flowed to the instep of the foot. "Why didn't I notice that this child was so brave and powerful before? Look at that, yellow? Yellow? Yellow!"

Feng Zhi glanced at her, thinking to her, how could you be so excited to hear the word "yellow"?

"See clearly, right? If you see clearly, you can get away!" Chun Yu slammed his hand and smashed the guy's huge body a few feet away, smashing into the ground with a loud noise.

The next hundred people finally became quiet.

"Who is this man?" Feng Zhiwei asked, looking at the man who was still struggling to get up in the pit.

"Kurcha's eldest son Gard." Peony is attached to Fengzhiwei's ear. "It's because he refuses to pay the 20,000 military powers."

"The Wang Jun of the Huzhuo Department is different from the scattered tribes of other tribes." Feng Zhiwei said, "In view of the support of the Hu Zhuo Department to the imperial court, Wang Jun is a separate system, and Yuzhou Grain Road is responsible for part of the weight of the grass. , Refused to pay? Very simple, I will write a letter here and let Chun Yumeng hand over to Yuzhou Grain Road, saying that the grassland is currently storing enough grain, but it is expected that there may be a blizzard this winter, and there is no large storage on the grassland. The granary is better to deposit half of it in Yuzhou Grain Depot and then... you know what to do."