Chapter 230

This year, I enjoyed the splendor of the world. However, it is not until today that I understand that what I really want is three people around the table, head to head, and drink that bowl of cabbage soup.

Can not catch up with, can not pull back, this world, infinite sadness.

The lights went out.

In the middle of the night, it snowed.

Snow potential is very big, pull wadding to lose cotton, soon is a thick layer.

Feng Zhiwei is silent, single clothes thin clothes, walking in the snow, the cold snow has not crossed the ankle, bone chilling, but does not feel cold - from today on, nothing can make her cold.

From today on, she has been sleeping in the frozen snow, nothing, alone.

"Zhiwei, wait for me."

"I'd like to hear the sound of the reed marsh in the wind like the tide, or there will be a bird falling in my skirt, eh Would you like to hear it again? "

We're not going to listen to the reed again.

When the Jin Yu Wei controlled by Xin Ziyan broke through the gate of Cui Fang Zhai, the reed marsh was doomed to wither forever in that remote South China Sea.

Love and hate are always on the road.

It's better to play chess.

Jin Yuwei is yours, isn't it?

The investigation of Feng's family started when we first met, didn't we?

The attention to Feng Hao comes from your doubt about his and my life experience, isn't it?

It turns out that I have always been your goal - not love, but imperial power, life and death.

It turns out that I have always stood on the opposite side of you - not fate, but blood confrontation.

Oh What a fool, what a fool.

It turns out that my life is doomed to no indulgence. When I want to run my mind, fate will severely rein in my rein and give me the heaviest and most penetrating whip.

It turns out that all my expectations are dreams floating in the clouds. It seems beautiful, but in fact, it will be split by lightning at any time and scattered by the wind.

Originally I thought it was within reach, but in fact, it was far away from the Han kingdom of Chu River.

The snow is merciless, whistling and wailing, no matter this moment, whether there is a person dressed alone cold, standing in the snow night.

Feng Zhiwei slowly squatted down, in a dwarf tree, with fingers, slowly wrote a name.

Look at her name in the snow. Then will be frozen red hands, silent press up.

That piece of snow, by her no temperature hand Wu hot, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of desolation, gradually melt into the water, gurgling, like life, some irreparable things, such as life, such as family affection.

At dawn, she walked out of Ning'an palace with two coffins in her arms. Her back was straight in the falling snow, and she never looked back.

The name under the dwarf tree, which was Wuhua in the palm, was left behind by her quietly. The heavy snow kept falling, covering the place layer by layer, and could never find the snow.

In the 13th year of Changxi's reign, there were orphaned girls who had been driven out of the country, brothel attendants under the fence, unrivalled national scholars who had made great progress, and young Imperial Envoys who had been driven out of the country.

In the 13th year of Changxi's reign, there were romantic princes who went along with Ma Jinghua, the founding emperors who were indifferent and indifferent, the female marshals who endured humiliation and sought survival, and innocent teenagers who were ignorant and waiting for death.

In the winter, there is a long winter breeze in the South China Sea.

In the imperial capital of the 13th year of Changxi, there was a person who had the most brilliant memories in his life. However, on the first snowy night of that year, he turned the page silently.

Oblivion, prosperity.

The wind from Qingzhuo snow mountain, with the breath of snow foam from the mountains, walked through the vast grassland of thousands of miles and threw itself on his face, leaving nothing but comfort and coolness.

The horizon is always far away from the sight. A touch of setting sun, at the end of the blue sky, is burning fiercely, shining the magnificent river in front of you like gold.

"Beyond the river ahead, it is the territory of the twelve tribes of huzhuo." Hua Qiong came out of the car and put on a cloak for Feng Zhiwei, who was standing by the river with his hands on his back. "Although spring has begun in the inland, it is getting colder and colder in the north. What can I do if the clothes are so thin and the clothes are frozen?"

Feng Zhiwei closed her cape tightly and said with a smile, "don't treat me like a sick cat. You're going to give birth and you can't come out to blow."

Hua Qiong patted her on the shoulder, and they looked at each other with a smile.

Then they opened their eyes.

One continued to look at the river, the other squinted at the vast grassland.

The wind blows up their hair, both hunting and dancing.

It has been some days since she left the imperial capital. On that snowy day, Fengzhi buried his wife and Feng Hao, and she was seriously ill. After her illness was cured, she carefully considered and decided to leave the imperial capital.

All sacrifices must have their own value. After sixteen years of loving her brother, she has made many preparations and illusions in order to push her younger brother out to carry her bag once the case of Dacheng emperor arises. Even if she dies, she will be forgiven and pitied by Emperor Tiansheng. This not only gives her the chance to survive, but also gives her the possibility of rising.From now on, she will no longer be in the danger of being exposed. She can even rely on the emperor's guilt and the identity of the princess to gradually move towards the direction she hopes her mother will go.

Mother for her to do this, even dying, are playing against the emperor Tiansheng, she Feng know micro, how can live up to such a painstaking kindness, how can waste those two lives?

Since Ning Yi has already dealt with her, there is no possibility of mercy again. She escaped for the first time. It is hard to guarantee that he will not attack again. With Ning Yi's return to Beijing, his great victory in the southern expedition will surely make him more fuming. How will she fight him then?

"I'm sure I'll get some things. Now that I've come to this point, I can't stand back any more. Sometimes I can't help myself. Even if he wants to step back, his subordinates and followers won't allow me. You Do you understand? "

The words are still in my ears. After the fifth Prince's seizing the throne, the two people had a conversation in the corridor outside the imperial study. So far, the Japanese side understood the deep meaning.

Unfortunately, it's too late to understand.

It's not easy to live in the imperial capital, so let's take a step back and have a broad sea and sky.

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