Chapter 259

No It's destined to be so antagonistic that I'll meet you.

With the force of his fingers, he pulled off the golden broom and threw it aside.

The basket is divided into many layers, and there seems to be a lot of things.

The first layer, a pot of wine.

The wine pot is made of coarse pottery. It is very crude and has no mark. Every restaurant in the imperial capital has its own distillery. The wine pot will be engraved with its own mark, which is not found in the pub.

Would you rather go all the way to send such a pot of inferior wine?

Feng Zhiwei stares at the wine pot and feels a little familiar. She opens it and sniffs the wine.

The taste is strong, not mellow, can be expected to be very strong, is the kind of hard work, ha ha, in the winter most like to drink cheap wine to warm up.

Feng Zhiwei grabs the hand of the wine pot and shakes.

That night, he drank a pot of bad wine from a small pub and listened to Dacheng's legacy. His tone was light and full of thoughts. She was absent-minded and only thinking about the way ahead.

At that time, I thought it was just casual words. Now I think every sentence of him has profound meaning. Even if he went to the bridge, he might have done it intentionally.

That winter night, the snow on the bridge, unconsciously, has already fallen a thick way ahead.

It's hard for him to find the pub that sells the wine.

Feng Zhi micro light smile, grab the pot of wine, a drink.

After drinking, the wine is as strong and hot as a knife. A thread of fire rushes into the lungs like a fire dragon, and the five viscera and six Fu organs seem to burn instantly.

She choked violently, and her face turned red with coughing. She looked at the empty pot in astonishment, wondering how she had drunk as if nothing had happened.

It's such a bad wine. I remember when Jin Zunyu drank it, he didn't even frown. This man Never want to be real.

Fengzhi micro wipe lips, finger tip on a little wine also SIP into the lips, in that burning like strong, will slowly recall the past taste.

I have drunk a lot of good wine this year. It turns out that only this pot is the true flavor of life.

On the second floor, a small crossbow with odd shape.

The small crossbow is different from that made in the Central Plains. The red tassels hang on both sides of the crossbow. The length of the crossbow is different, and the luster is slightly red.

Feng Zhiwei didn't recognize it for the first time. After playing for a long time, she felt that the arrow was familiar.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, she was drunk and had no intention of breaking into the backyard. She was running into Ning Yi, who was ready to fight the prince and came out of the tunnel.

At that time, his dark black cloak was swept up by the night wind and flew upside down in front of him. In a flash of pale gold flowers, the deep red crossbow arrow was aimed at her back heart.

She tumbled and fled in confusion. She saw the crossbow and arrow as red as the eyes of hawks and falcons

If that arrow had hit her back, her mother and brother might not have died.

Feng Zhiwei gently stroked the small crossbow, and her fingers lingered over and over again on the streamlined crossbow body and pale red arrow.

"Click, click."

The low and simple sound in the still night.

On the carpet, silent scattered a few red short arrows, from which broken.

The third layer, a package of Malus Malus fruit.

On the day of the grand entrance examination of Qingming academy, the assassin folded a special soft sword into a dish and put the golden Begonia on it and presented it to the imperial court.

When the sword light rises, the vermilion Begonia fruit is accompanied by the blood spray, and the ground is dyed with a color of pungent red.

He tried his best to pull the crown prince off his horse at all costs, and could not tolerate her, a newcomer, to pry into his secret.

After the screen, his bloody fingers were placed between her neck, and she saw the murderous intent in his eyes.

And finally let go.

Fengzhi had a slight shock.

"If you let me go today, I will let you go one day."

Some words of the time do not care, things to the brink of discovery that is the prophecy of fate.

Jinsha Begonia fruit slowly contained between the teeth, this world-famous tribute sweet fruit, even if you eat it, it is bitter.

Such as this life, whirling back and forth, dare not recall the old.

The fourth layer, a green pill.

When Wei's house was drunk, Princess Shaoning gave it to her, asking her to apply it on the wrist of Ning Yi while she was feeling the pulse of the drunk Ning Yi. He Lianzheng of the golden hall would knock the door to sue Ning Yi, which would surely make him lose his love to his father and not turn over.

Pulse, Xingjiu soup made, pills but not painted.

She didn't believe that Ning Yi would be drunk in her house, just as she didn't believe that Ning Yi would trust her completely.

Sure enough, her choice was right.

All in his calculations, even Shaoning hands that can turn blood into gold blue pills, he has.

It's better to play chess.

You want to thank me for not doing it.

Or tell me, I can never escape from your palm?

The fifth layer is a transparent crystal with irregular edges, which is obviously part of something broken.

The crystal beauty at the exit of Tiansheng palace tunnel comes to you with graceful eyebrows and charming posture.

And the man's sword light raised, a sword broke this rare treasure, only because it was a person's permanent desecration of his favorite woman.She stroked the scars on his chest and at the bottom of his heart.

Feng Zhiwei holds that piece of crystal in the palm, the tentacle is cold, like the mood at the moment.

The heart is slightly painful, the fingers can not help a little force, but there is no imagination of tingling and bleeding, she raised her hand, only to find that the sharp edge of the crystal has been carefully polished.

Who is silent in the quiet night will be sharp edge carefully pondered, falling crystal scattered on the case, such as crystal tears.

Who is careful in mind, such as hair, quietly round the edges and corners, just because of the fear of that moment, Yi People's heart surge or will hurt themselves.

Polished crystal but can not polish the heart of the crack, so bleak that night.

The sixth layer is a drum hammer with gold handle.

With the sound of drumsticks and drumbeats in the hands of the sons of Helian, the Royal concubine's birthday party was full of fights among the noble women.

A hairpin banquet, a number of poems, she threw a cup of wine on the palace, seemingly advising Hua Gong Mei, but her eyes were on him.

"To seek perfection and forget death, it seems to have all kinds of prestige, but it's hard to understand the seven senses. It's hard to recognize the five viscera. It's too weak for the limbs to be entangled. It's hard to eat three meals upside down. It's better to throw away an infatuated heart!"

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