Chapter 98

Until entering the princess's Yuming palace and changing her clothes in the side yard, Feng Zhiwei saluted: "my mother asked Zhiwei to greet Mammy. Thank you, Mammy, just for correcting my mother's name."

"I've seen you for good." Mother Chen reversed her indifference just now. She took Feng Zhiwei's hand and looked at it carefully. Her eyes fell on her eyebrows. She nodded and said, "how are you and your mother?"

Feng Zhiwei thought that she was a good friend of her mother. How could she seem to care more about herself? After listening to her detailed questions about Mrs. Feng and her brother, she answered them one by one. Mammy Chen listened carefully, patted her hand and said, "go back and tell your mother that she has been working hard these years. Please don't worry too much about it. Everything goes according to the will of God."

And deeply looking at her, the expression is melancholy, almost sobbing way: "you are very good."

Feng knows how to listen to these two words and feel strange, but she smiles on her face and refuses mammy Chen's kindness to take her back to Chang's imperial concubine. She says that it's stuffy to go back to the palace and sit in the imperial court in front of her. She doesn't force her to go.

Feng Zhiwei sits in the imperial garden. The imperial garden of Tiansheng Hougong is very large. She gradually goes to the deep and goes around several rockeries. Suddenly she sees a well behind the rockery. It's strange.

She sat down at the edge of the well, and slowly felt the bluestones around her. There were traces of years on them.

She pondered for a while and saw that there was no one around. This place was very remote and few people came. Then she grabbed the edge of the well and climbed down.

When she got down to a high place, she kicked her toe, and sure enough, she hit a depression. She used a little force in that depression, and the bluestone on the shaft wall moved, showing the door.

A little stale smell wafted out. Feng Zhiwei smelled it carefully and found nothing unusual.

in all dynasties, there were tunnels in the imperial palace. However, when the Taiping period was too long, some tunnels gradually lost their function and disappeared. Maybe this tunnel was also. Feng Zhiwei doesn't intend to go in so rashly - who knows where that end is? What if it's the main hall of Princess Chang? What if it's under the emperor's throne? She hasn't lived enough!

However, the sky suddenly dark down, a crash, the blink of an eye it began to rain.

Feng knew that it was a bit of bad luck. She turned her eyes and looked around. The nearest pavilion was also dozens of feet away. When she ran to the pavilion, her clothes were all wet. When she looked down, she saw that the tunnel was still clean. She might as well go in and take shelter from the rain.

She walked in slowly. The tunnel was long, but narrow, and it didn't feel like it was used for any important purpose. The smell of soil was slowly infiltrating all around. Feng Zhiwei intuitively, no one had passed here for many years.

After walking for a while, the light in front of her eyes gradually brightened. Feng Zhiwei was a little surprised - didn't that end be sealed? Not afraid of discovery? After listening to the sound of rain, there was no other sound except for the faint sound of rain. It can be sure that it was not the bustling palace of imperial concubines or the main hall of the palace.

She took another step, suddenly a bright, a crystal light in the thin, a different makeup beauty, face-to-face.

Her dress Lapel floats, her eyebrows are quiet and elegant, she leans forward slightly, and her silk tapestry flies like a person in a fairy palace.

Feng Zhi was slightly surprised and stopped. She couldn't understand why someone was meeting the door. Subconsciously, she wanted to escape, but she felt something was wrong. She turned around and looked at it carefully. Then she stepped forward and found that the woman was translucent, smiling and motionless. It turned out that it was a crystal jade statue embedded in the wall.

It's just the craftsmanship of carving. Even the long hair and silk tapestry are vividly carved with a sense of elegant and flying. It's also easy to let people look away from the dark tunnel just coming out and surrounded by light and shadow.

This is a priceless statue, but it is placed at the exit of the tunnel. It looks really strange.

Feng Zhiwei stepped forward a few steps. Behind the beauty statue was a large piece of crystal. The scenery outside was hazy. Through the crystal screen, we could see the flowers and trees outside, the arch bridge and the water. There was a cornice protruding from one corner, and there was a blackened golden bell hanging. It seemed that it was a palace, but all the scenery was decayed and old.

At this time, the tunnel is quiet, and there is no sound of rain outside. The dense rain is clearly reflected on the transparent glass crystal. Through the rain, the bridge is facing a small arch bridge. The white stone of the bridge has turned yellow, and the lotus leaves of the lotus pond under the bridge are half broken. The dew drops from the incomplete lotus leaves, dropping soundlessly.

Hidden in the tunnel, in the darkness and silence here, the sound of rain is desolate, like the legendary "dust mirror". Looking at the old man who has been dust laden for a long time in memory, the story has turned yellow, and the beauty has long been old. I don't know where the dullness of the huqin sounds, a dream of Nanke.

Phoenix know the bottom of the heart, suddenly surge up inexplicable desolation.

Then she saw the dead and lifeless yard, suddenly someone came slowly, in the pouring rain, without umbrella, not wearing felt clothes, with a kind of wandering soul like dream posture, step on the arch bridge.

He stood on the bridge, in the rain, the rain, the moment wet moon white dress lapel, from the purple gold crown flow, along the black hair, into the eyebrow temples, that eyebrow will be as black as night, against the gloomy flow of eyes, slightly pale face, startled Yan and cold.

Silent rain, people in the rain, the wind around can not roll up the wet clothes, cold robe corner flutter to drop a remnant flower.

Feng Zhiwei unconsciously reached out and seemed to want to pull the man away from the cold rain. What he reached out and touched was the cold crystal wall.The man on the bridge, however, has slowly knelt down.

He knelt in the cold rain, splashing water, toward the direction of the palace, lips wriggle, low call two words.

Feng Zhi Wei Zheng Zheng looking at the silhouette in the rain, the two words in the heart slowly flow, palm suddenly cold.

"My mother."

Under the rainstorm, on the stone bridge, the man knelt in the cold, to the evening wind and cold rain, the disabled flower palace, and gently called the most important person in the world to him, but he knew in his heart that he would never get an answer.

Separated by a wall, is a continuous palace with red makeup and green flowers. The joy and bustle are close at hand, but far away from him.

Feng Zhiwei looks at the figure from afar, and suddenly thinks of him he has seen in these days, cold, heavy, Su, Li, one person with thousands of faces, changing endlessly, but has never seen such a lonely and desolate moment.

The Phoenix knows tiny quietly step back.

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