Chapter 10

Feng Zhiwei suddenly put down the wine pot.

She stood up, did not look at the man, went to the river, and held out her hand to yin'er.

Yin'er is still timid. Feng Zhiwei smiles: "come up, no one wants to put you to death."

Pulling out the wet woman, Feng Zhiwei saw that she had a thin skirt and a single dress. Now the water was wet and the curve was exposed. She didn't even wear a dirty dress. After thinking about it, she took off her thin cotton padded jacket and wrapped it for her.

Even if the laughing girl doesn't mind going through the market naked, as a woman, she doesn't want to let her walk in front of the man like this.

Yin'er looked at her gratefully and said in a low voice, "I'm in the orchid incense garden over there My sister can come to me if she needs to

Feng Zhi smiles and pats her shoulder. The woman does not dare to look at the man again. She walks away slowly in her thin cotton padded jacket.

When the cold wind blows, only the Phoenix in single clothes shivers and hugs his shoulder to the river.

A pot of wine was suddenly handed over.

The fingers of the pot are long and clean, and the posture is stable, stable to almost eternal indifference.

Feng Zhiwei bowed his head, looked at the wine, frowned and said, "this is my wine."

A cloak was handed over.

"For your wine."

Feng Zhiwei took over without politeness, "that's what you lost."

"No harm." The man smiles, the canthus of the eye that picks slightly is beautiful like peach blossom in an instant, "today son learned a move from you, this is when bundle repair."

Feng knew that he was silent and looked at the reflection of the man in the river. He was so changeable and unpredictable that his appearance and temperament changed three times a day. When he first met him, he was elegant and elegant. When he pushed people down the river, his expression was like the pale gold Mandala. At the moment, he was smiling, but he was as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

Such a person can only be described as dangerous.

But the man did not seem to know her mind, and suddenly said with a smile: "the river is windy. Be careful to catch cold. Let's change places."

Feng Zhiwei doesn't give a word. He follows him and turns in front of him. Suddenly, a stone arch bridge appears. The bridge body is very tall, but the bridge deck is mottled. It seems that it has been abandoned.

Two people on the bridge, bridge stone fence is a whole piece of stone, a good windbreak, two people sit on the ground, the man took fengzhiwei's wine pot, drank a drink, handed it to fengzhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei was a little confused. First, she was not used to sharing a pot of wine with a man. Secondly, she did not expect that this man would drink such a crude wine. She was not fond of sticking with people, but she was willing to drink with her.

She thought about it, wiped the pot mouth with the cuff, and took a careful drink.

He thought that the man was going to be angry, but he didn't look at her. He just looked up at the sky. Feng Zhiwei looked up and found that the bridge was very high and wide. On the bridge, you can not only see the long day and the cold moon, but also see most of the imperial capital. At the end of the road, there are magnificent imperial palaces.

Feng Zhiwei swallowed the spicy wine slowly, and her eyes lit up. Suddenly she asked, "you seem to be familiar with here."

"This bridge, originally the first bridge in Dacheng Wangdu, is said to have been built for the empress by the founding emperor of Dacheng Dynasty." The man half closed his eyes and said in a leisurely tone, "the queen likes big things, so the bridge is so tall and broad that it overlooks the four fields. It is known as Dacheng No.1 Bridge. Six hundred years ago, the emperor and empress often swam on the bridge in small clothes, which is a good story."

Feng Zhi smiles and says, "it's beautiful."

But I don't think that such a man would be moved by the legend of the previous dynasty.

"After Dacheng destroyed the country, Emperor Tiansheng sent his troops to the capital and got the capital. He changed his name to Dijing. His majesty met the old ministers in Beijing for the first time. On this bridge, Dacheng's old ministers fell like grass on the bottom of our emperor's feet."

The man's tone was calm, but he was proud and arrogant. Feng Zhi wiped the wine on his lips. Suddenly, he was a little upset. He couldn't help but smile and said, "what you worship is just a bloody sword soldier."

Man Huoran looks back, and his eyes are like a knife. Feng Zhiwei looks at each other calmly. He smiles softly in his knife like eyes.

After a long time, the man's eyes gradually narrowed, and he even laughed and said, "yes, it's just a matter of winning the king and defeating the enemy. These old ministers are lucky in the end. They are still ministers to change the emperor. They are afraid that even the bandits have not to do it."

Feng knew that she didn't speak, and even Kou didn't have to do it. Naturally, she only died.

She smiles and pulls back to the topic: "this bridge is so beautiful, why is it finally abandoned?"

"When the world was settled, your majesty took the family members to Beijing. When the most beloved Princess Shaoning was carried on to the bridge, she suddenly burst into tears. Some officials of the imperial warden privately said that it was ominous."

"Three years later, on this bridge." After a pause, the man took over the wine pot in her hand, took a sip, and then said, "the third prince launched a mutiny, intending to force the palace. In that war, three royal family members died, four wounded and one disabled From then on, the bridge was abandoned. "

The shocking history of the royal family's struggle, from his mouth, is simple, but it seems to spread out all over the sky in a moment. Feng Zhiwei suddenly feels a little cold and tightens his cloak.

On the first bridge, which is unusually high and wide, there have been footprints of both the founder and the empress of the former dynasty, and the sad and howling of the new emperor's son. I don't know whether there are still immortal souls of the unjust dead in the wind swirling at midnight?Why does this sharp and mysterious person have extraordinary feelings for this bridge?

Is he so familiar with the bridge that he often lingers on the bridge when he has no sleep in the middle of the night?

But it has nothing to do with her. It's a strange thing that she can have a long talk with this strange man tonight, because she is afraid of loneliness at a lonely moment, and then happens to meet another lonely person.

Just as he did not ask why she appeared here, she would not ask him the loneliness and coolness in his eyes.

When the residual wine was about to end, the sky was slightly bright. Feng Zhiwei poured out the last drop of wine in the pot in the first light of the morning light, and said with a smile: "the last drop of wine, respect this curved lonely bridge. The world is full of ups and downs, but this bridge is eternal."

Then she stood up, her wrists trembled, her cloak slipped, and she walked off the bridge without looking back.

In the morning, the first light through the snow, shining on her shoulder, the delicate girl, her back straight.

The man sat still and saw her go down the bridge. The glimmer in his eyes twinkled and said for a long time, "Ningcheng, where do you think she will go?"

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