The Rise of Phoenixes

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Hang Ming went silent. Of course, he knew that Feng Zhiwei was telling the truth. Even if he didn’t want to cooperate with Feng Zhiwei, he would take the utmost enthusiasm and go to the horizon again to start again. This Jianghuai is for his brothers to hide, Feng Zhiwei can find his origin, others may not be able to find out.

"I don't force you now, I will only show you a way." Feng Zhiwei said lightly in front of his window, "You left Jianghuai according to my instructions, went to the place I pointed to you, and when I got there, I supplied Your food, horses and weapons are for your development and growth. In the future, will you rely on those who are entrenched to continue to be your underworld king, or wait for the opportunity to make a difference, I will not interfere with you, I only ask you to I keep everything confidential for you."

Hang Ming said nothing in silence, this condition sounded too good and it seemed like a trap, but because of this, he trusted a few points. With Wei Zhi’s ability and identity, he really wanted to destroy them, but he didn’t need to lose money. After paying a lot of money for compensating things, he thought for a while, and if he realized, he raised his head and said, "Could it be...will there be war soon?"

Feng Zhiwei was just plain and smiled.

She turned back, stared at Hang Ming, patted his shoulder, and pointed in the direction of the south, with a meaningful meaning in a smile.

"Brother Hang, the flying dragon is in the sky, covering the territory, the world's heroes, who should shoot it?"

At the end of the 17th year of Changxi, the Dragon Extermination Gang was defeated by the government, and the leader of the Longjiang Mountain was defeated by his subordinates two years earlier. Long then became the Shenglong gang again, and since then there has been a stagnation, as has the entire JAC underworld. Under the rule of the iron fist of the administration, all the gangs bowed their heads and were more peaceful than the good people.

On the eve of the 17th year of Changxi, because this group of people no longer dared to charge all kinds of protection fees, the big and small vendors had passed the fat year, and many vendors organized themselves spontaneously. The firecrackers are on the ground for dozens of feet, and there are red debris of firecrackers everywhere.

The outside was very lively, but there was no New Year's atmosphere in the government office. Feng Zhiwei thought of those confidants in the south, the sea, and the sea, and he was in a bad mood. Don’t forget to send someone to Xiliang to collect the new gadgets from the market on the Jianghuai side. He also took care of two copies. Don’t miss it, and then go back to your backyard.

New Year’s Eve is her routine night of drug extraction. After a tossing to the middle of the night, Zong Chen came out tiredly and said, "You have a good rest, and we will get rid of this poison in another year."

Feng Zhi smiled, watched Zong Chen leave, and slowly sat up from the bed. The firecrackers outside the house were noisy and more and more sullen. There was no light in the house. Everything was silent in the snow that penetrated through the window. Half of it was dark. Half pale.

Feng Zhiwei hugged the quilt, but felt that his heart was empty and could not be filled with those distant noises.

But a flute suddenly sounded.

It was faintly the whispering of Xiao that year, but there was only one more layer of desolation and desolation, and the quiet and heavy came from the sky, blowing this lively and bleak snowy night.

Feng Zhi was stunned sitting on the bed, and clearly opened her hand close to the window, but she held her hand in the quilt, seemingly cold and still not moving.

The sound of the flute did not stop there, and it continued to blow down tirelessly, like the prison in the ground in that year, endlessly.

The snow gradually faded, and passed the window mullion to see the person sitting still on the bed. The scattered black hair gleamed with cold light, and it looked like blue silk into snow from a distance.

In the middle of the night, there was a gust of wind outside that slammed open the window frames that hadn't been fastened, and she saw him when she lifted her eyes.

On the brown branch of a cypress tree outside the front yard, the man was sitting with a flute on it. The moon-white coat fell like snow, and in the distance was a half-brown amber moon. With the dark color of Ye Zhizhi's background, the crimson cloak behind him rolled up, and the golden mandala blossom bloomed.

So distinct, so cool.

A jade flute with a purplish tassel was held in his hand, and the voice whimpered, breaking Qin Louyue.

The window opened, and he turned his head to look, sitting and sleeping, looking across the window.

There was a melting moon in the snowy night of New Year's Eve in her eyes.

Under his eyes, there was a lonely window in this quiet room, and he faced each other with two thoughts.

The gaze was flowing, and the snow fell silently.

After not knowing how long, Feng Zhiwei barely smiled and whispered: "It's cold... Come in and get warm..."

Ning Yi's jade flute turned in her hand, her eyes faintly flicking, her words were immediately interrupted, and she looked around a bit awkwardly-as if she had forgotten the brazier.

"You are no warmer than me." Ning Yi is still a kind of pun with a pun.

Feng Zhiwei was silent, and Ning Yi looked up at the moon. The two met for the first time after the banquet at Shuiyue Mountain Villa. They said that they have their own busyness, but whether it is the person or the heart that is busy, it is only themselves. clear.

Liang Jiu Ning Yi said softly: "I will inform you that you may leave early in the year to come, and the University of Yao will take a break. Your Majesty may choose you directly into the cabinet."

Feng Zhiwei smiled unexpectedly.

Ning Yi said again: "Also... Zhiwei...after New Year's Eve this year...I have to accept the concubine."

Feng Zhi raised his eyes slightly, looked at him deeply, smiled softly for a while, and said: "Is it... congratulations."

Ning Yi has been watching her closely, and the two of them haven't avoided their eyes tonight. They looked into each other's eyes, like the last time they watched, and they greedily took the eyes from their memories.

Eventually he closed his eyes, his fingers slowly touched on Yu Xiao, and for a while he resolutely said: "Zhiwei, let me ask you one last time."

Feng Zhi slowly lifted his shoulders, like the coldness of the night, barely smiled: "It's late at night, what will I say tomorrow..."

"Will you be my concubine?"

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes.

Two words flowed through my heart in an instant, with the sharp light and shadow of the past five years, passing through the **** rouge stained all over my life, repeatedly, like singing, endlessly.