The Rise of Phoenixes

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One day, the soldiers admired the hero Gu most, brought a blue shirt fluttering Chinese boy came to watch the iron ride.

The expressive Inji soldiers felt that they had been advancing by leaps and bounds recently, so they used all their strength to show their grace, waiting for the teenager who looked a little weak, to show his marvel and admiration.

As a result, the teenager finished watching quietly and only evaluated three sentences.

"Stupid action! Weak strength! Poor strain!"

Shengsheng said three thousand tough guys with a pale face.

The fluttering boy in the blue shirt that day was greeted with three thousand murderous dissatisfied gazes, and ended with one hand, even picking eight leaders of the three thousand iron riders-the king's eight biao personal guards.

Ba Biao was beaten to the ground, and his eyes rolled across the ground.

"Biao Biao, who can't climb," is lying on the floor with his chin in his head, thinking, we are following the great concubine, this acting talent is becoming more and more superb. Lap, never roll right four times...

The young man named Wei easily obtained the sincerity of the prairie man. Since then, he has often appeared on the training grounds of the soldiers, eating and living with the soldiers. This person is kind, very talented, and knows well with the soldiers.

Gradually people knew that this young man was a poor man. He lost his memory in a certain attack, walked blankly, and went to the grassland. He didn't know where he came from or where he went. He only vaguely remembered his surname Wei.

The kind and broad grassland accepted a wanderer who was at a loss for unknown reasons, and even the concubine once hosted a feast to entertain the young boy named Wei, which won unanimous praise.

It has been a few months in a blink of an eye. In the early autumn of August, the court came to preside over the sitting ceremony of the living Buddha.

The Huyin Temple prepared a grand celebration for the living Buddha. Gu knew that he was forced to leave her father for the first time, very impatient and uncooperative. Feng Zhiwei threatened her, and forced her to sleep alone and tempted her since then. The good girl allowed her to sleep with her father before she got the eighteenth living Buddha.

That came to be actually an acquaintance, the kind that is very familiar-Xin Ziyan.

In the sacred bed-resting ceremony, in the Huyin Temple filled with cigarettes, the court came to see Xin Ziyan and Shunyi's concubine Feng Zhiwei for the first time in the autumn of Changxi in the thirteenth year, seven days after the emperor Jing.

Looking at each other and smiling, I was very happy.

"Don't you come, concubine?" Xin Ziyan shoved to the ground, politely.

Feng Zhi looked at his slightly white temples for half a year, and suddenly passed the white **** of the Lanxiangyuan Tree that year.

That year she rescued him from the chopper killer of his family's Hedong lioness. Shortly afterwards, he trapped her in the first case of Dacheng Huangsi, causing her to lose her only relative.

This is the enemy.

But she had already learned to smile at the enemy.

"Master Tossin's blessing." She responded gracefully. "Everything is fine, is the adult good? Di Jingju, it's not easy. It's very proud to see the adult's brilliance."

Xin Ziyan flashed his eyes and looked up at her. He never knew that Feng Zhiwei was Wei Zhi. Therefore, in the impression, only this woman had the talent for fighting poems when the concubine celebrated her birthday, and he was enshrined by the Holy Palace The impassioned calmness of Emperor Jingzheng, now meets again half a year later, the woman is as calm as before, but the sharp edge of the gold temple has been hidden, gentle and gentle as the gurgling hot spring, but he suddenly felt cold, like seeing a long The Phoenix of Heaven puts its claws on top of the snow-capped mountains and leans its head to look at you with its gloomy eyes.

His eyes are as calm as the sea, only for the tide that can drown the world at any time.

"Don't dare." Xin Ziyan lowered his eyes and took a step back. "All thanks to His Majesty's kindness, Toray Chu's His Royal Highness and kindness, Zi Yan is deeply blessed by Masters and Masters, no matter how big or small, Masters can't think for a while. "Zi Yan must fight for the Lord only."

He was saying that the Huang Si case had nothing to do with Ning Yi. Was it his personal will?

Feng Zhi laughed faintly.

If Ning Yi really wanted to protect her, Jin Yuwei would not give it to Xin Ziyan after he left Beijing.

If Ning Yi never thought of moving her, Jin Yuwei's investigation of the Feng family would end very early.

Without Ning Yi's acquiescence, there are a lot of things that won't make it so convenient.

He is the hand of the master in the cloud. The hand may not directly pierce the knife, but when the hand is loose, the knife falls, and it can hurt people.

"Yes, all thanks to the master's blessing." Feng Zhiwei smiled and became more friendly. "It seems that His Royal Highness Chu is deeply loved by His Majesty. Presumably the position of the East Palace will come sooner or later. When Mr. returns to Beijing, please congratulate him. "

Xin Ziyan looked up at her and hesitated before saying: "I will not return to Beijing for the time being. It is still the concubine who said to Her Highness personally."

Feng Zhi was stunned-Xinzi Yan would also go to the battlefield of Northern Xinjiang? Does Ning Yi send his powerful and trusted friends to Northern Xinjiang to completely control Tiansheng's military? But what is the use of Xin Ziyan as a scholar? Could it be to be a military monitor?

"Sirder laughed, Emperor Prairie, for thousands of miles, Zhiwei has no relatives in Emperor Jing, and there is no longer a day to return in this life. It is a pity that I will have no chance to see His Highness again."

Speaking of regret, there was no regret in her expression. She smiled and turned around, ready to end the conversation.

Since Xinziyan you are here, so good, wait.

Behind her, Xin Ziyan looked at her back and opened her mouth. She seemed to rush out of the sentence, but she finally stopped after seeing the back that she decided to leave.

Never mind... she will always know.

Soon after the bed sitting ceremony, Gu knew that he was two years old.

For Gu Zhiming’s birthday, only Feng Zhiwei knew it at the time. At that time, the luxurious gold lock piece seemed to have no words. When Feng Zhiwei watched by candlelight one day, he saw it in the light and shadow projected on the wall. A row of birthday characters.

The original hollow engraving of the lock plate will only develop through light transmission. This is an extremely exquisite design that ordinary rich people can't have.

The customs of the Central Plains, the birthdates of the children of the noble family, are not reported to the exact time, in case of being taken advantage of by the villain, Feng Zhiwei discovered this secret even more simply, and even Gu Gu changed the day.

That night, on the grass in Wang Ting Garden, everyone was sitting around the campfire. The golden roasted whole sheep simmered in oil. The fire reflected Gu Xiaohong's small face and smiled at her father.