The Rise of Phoenixes

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Whether anyone sleeps this night, no one knows, everyone breathes calmly, and when everyone opens their eyes, their eyes are clear.

This night was not as calm as expected. At the most sleepy moment in the middle of the night, there were some strange wind sounds inside and outside the wall. When the wind sounded, Feng Zhiwei opened his eyes, while Helian Zheng sleeping beside him did not Moved, her fingers clutched her bed corner tightly.

When the day was about to dawn, a long horn sound came from far away, which opened the spring of the day when the king of Shunyi took office.

Helian Zheng sat up and said softly, "What will happen today?"

"Today." Feng Zhi sat cross-legged, his hair flowing like water, his smile shallow, and dazzling in the sun.

"Everyone will be in his place. Everyone should have a verdict. They should come, they should go, the old ones will be swept away, the others will be taken out freshly, they will be counted, they will die, and they will be trapped. Those who died in the trap."

This is a sunny day, so sunny that people feel that nothing will happen under this sun.

The ceremony was carried out on the grassland outside Wang Ting. A high-top color shed has been set up. Ten miles is red. Wang Jun patrols ten thousand miles around. The bluebird, white deer and fox tribes are in the center of the arch and guards. The pot, rolling the aroma of lamb, can't help someone picking up the cooked meat with a huge claw fence, using a murderous long knife to cut the meat into big heads, rolling in the spice brine, the big wooden plate is put, and the water Usually sent to the noble seats of the leaders of various ethnic groups close to the high platform, the meat and wine aromas were far away by the unrestrained wind, and the smoked people can get drunk within a few miles.

People of all ethnic groups came and went, dressed in dancing, singing and dancing, and women in flowery skirts, like countless gorgeous flowers blooming in the deep green.

In the apse, Feng Zhiwei personally rectified the crown of seven treasures for Helian Zheng. He carefully looked at a gold-encrusted black robe, a jade jade belt with a colorful waist knife, and a man with a vigorous and vigorous smile. He smiled and said, "Comparably I saw you first too much."

"You will find me more good." He Lianzheng never understood humility, staring at a black dress, Feng Zhiwei who simply wore a silver belt: "Why don't you change clothes?"

"Wang Ting prepared a red robe for me, but I am still in filial piety." Feng Zhi slightly took him out and said lightly, "And...maybe I may not need to change clothes."

Helian Zheng glanced at her without looking at her, and Mei Duo suddenly followed her and said, "Aza, I'm following you too!" Then he pulled his arm on the other side.

Helian Zheng pushed her away and stared at her red robe, which was a fire-like color, with a golden belt, embellished with agate and amber, which was very similar to the formal dress of the concubine. Helianzheng regretted that he could not see Feng Zhiwei With the luxurious appearance of the prairie princess in formal attire, she frowned when she saw Mei Duo dressed like this.

"Aunt Meiduo," he said, "you can follow my mother-in-law, but this robe cannot be worn, so don't let people see misunderstandings."

"What's the misunderstanding?" Mei Duo looked ignorant.

People can't be misunderstood, Feng Zhiwei looked in his eyes, smiled, and glanced at Mei Duo's hand clutching Helianzheng's belt.

"You know what misunderstandings." Helian Zheng did not show mercy, and pulled her hand away.

"Dai Fei." Mei Duo turned around and grabbed Feng Zhiwei's belt. "This is the new dress I made for the ceremony. I spent a month. Do I want to take it off now?"

Feng Zhiwei looked at her with a pleading look, remembering her arrogance when she first saw it, and found it very interesting. She couldn't help laughing.

When she smiled, something special appeared in her eyes. Mei Duo looked at her eyes, and suddenly felt a shock in her heart, her hands unconsciously let go.

He Lianzheng immediately led Feng Zhi up and walked away. Peony flower caught up from behind and smiled and embraced Mei Duo's shoulder. He said, "Let's go, there is something good to tell you."

Moments later, Feng Zhiwei, who was walking in front, heard Mei Duo scream, full of incredible anger.

Feng Zhi smiled, made a gesture to Zong Chen, and walked away quickly.

When the last door was about to be taken, a team of little lamas came quickly and stopped Feng Zhiwei.

"Damaala said, please don't go to the ceremony."

"What?" Helian Zheng's face sank immediately.

"Dama God said that if you really love the grassland as you said, then don't influence the most grand celebration in Wang Yi's life on this auspicious day and cover his road with dark clouds." Xiao The lama saluted Feng Zhiwei and then turned to Helian Zheng, "Wang, God said that if she was present, he would not appear."

"Then don't show up." Helianzheng did not hesitate. "I don't believe it. If you don't have the throne ceremony of the living Buddha praying, you will be cursed!"

"King!" the patriarchs who came to greet exclaimed.

"God’s will needs Damara’s guidance. The birth of the prairie kings can’t leave the father of God!" The blue bear patriarch Hu Tejia knelt on the ground, earnestly looked at the eyes of Helian Zheng, "This is not the concubine of that day. Fight, but not to participate in the ceremony, Damara has already made concessions, you don’t want to be capricious anymore!"

"Wang, there is no ritual of living Buddha, and it will not be recognized by the people!"

"The concubine can choose another day and stand up again, no matter how important the ceremony is!"

The persuasion of persuasion rushed in with eagerness, and someone was secretly holding Feng Zhiwei's sleeves, beckoning herself to resign.

"Your living Buddha, insist that I do not appear at the ceremony." Feng Zhiwei finally opened his mouth, his tone calm, "Everyone heard you."

Everyone nodded and didn't understand what she emphasized.

"Then I won't go." She said lightly in the next sentence, turned around and left, "Please adults protect the king."

"Zhiwei..." He Lianzheng called out for a long time, Feng Zhiwei had never turned his head away, and opposite, the ceremonial weapon of the Living Buddha of Dama, he walked out of the courtyard all the way.

Dama, who is sitting on the public, today's spirit seems to be more decaying, and there are piles of soft slumps, and the embroidered gold robes are floating empty. He raised his eyelids on the public and looked at Feng Zhiwei, and Feng Zhiwei smiled at him. , Made a mouth shape.