Chapter 584

Hang Ming is silent. Of course, he knows that fengzhiwei is telling the truth. Even if he doesn't want to cooperate with fengzhiwei and go to the end of the world to start again, he should also consider the world's greatness. Whether there is fengzhiwei is just superficial and smiles.

She turned around, looked at Hang Ming, patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the south, and with a smile, it was meaningful.

"Brother hang, the flying dragon is in the sky, covering the territory and covering the earth. Who should shoot it?"

At the end of the 17th year of the reign of Changxi, the mielong gang was defeated by the governor's Yamen. Two years earlier, with his subordinates, the mielong gang was defeated. He claimed that he was ashamed to be a leader of his peers. He took his original team and went away to other places again. From then on, mielong became the Shenglong Gang again. From then on, the whole Jianghuai underworld was also defeated. Under the strong control of the political envoys, all the gangs were defeated They are obedient, more peaceful than good people.

On the new year's eve of the 17th year of Changxi's reign, because these gangsters no longer dare to extort all kinds of protection fees, all the traders, big and small, have passed a fat year. Therefore, many peddlers spontaneously organized themselves and set off firecrackers for a day and a night at the entrance of the government office. The ground is tens of meters around, and there are red firecrackers everywhere.

There was a lot of excitement outside, but there was no new year's atmosphere in the governor's Yamen. Feng Zhiwei was in a bad mood when he thought of his friends from all over the country. He reluctantly called zongchen and all the guards to have a new year's Eve dinner. He told zongchen not to forget to send some new things from the market in Jianghuai to Xiliang, and took care of two of them. Master Gu didn't miss it I went back to my own backyard.

The night of new year's Eve is her routine night of detoxification. After tossing about until the last midnight, zongchen came out tired and said, "you have a good rest. Another year, we will drive away the poison."

Feng Zhi smiles and looks at zongchen leaving and slowly sits up from the bed. The firecrackers outside the mansion are noisy, and they are more and more desolate. There is no light in the house. All things are silent in the snow light coming through the window, half gray and half pale.

Feng know micro embrace quilt, only feel empty in the heart, can't be filled by those distant noise.

But the sound of a flute suddenly rings.

Vaguely is that year's ethereal and clear flute sound, but more a layer of desolate and desolate, faint and deep from the sky, blowing apart this lively and bleak snow night.

Feng Zhi Wei Zheng sits on the bed, clearly the window is close at hand to open, but she puts her hand in the quilt, seems to be too cold to move.

The sound of the flute did not stop because of this, but it continued to blow tirelessly and endlessly, like the underground prison of the Ministry of punishment that year.

The light of the snow gradually faded down, across the window lattice to see people sitting still on the bed, the scattered head of black hair shining with cold light, looked from afar like green silk into snow.

In the second half of the night, there was a gust of wind outside, and with a bang, she opened the window lattice which had not been bolted. She looked up and saw him.

On the brown branch of a cypress tree outside the front yard, the man sat with a flute. The moon white clothes fell like flying snow. In the distance, a half broken amber moon hung in the sky of Zang blue floating clouds. Against the background of the dim color of the remnant leaves and withered branches, the deep red cloak rolled up behind him, and the golden Datura blossomed.

So bright, so cool.

A jade flute with a purple tassel in his hand, whimpering, startled the moon in the Qin tower.

The window opened, and he turned to look, sitting and lying, looking at each other.

At the end of the new year's Eve, her eyes melt.

At the bottom of his eyes, he was surrounded by the solitary window of the quiet room, facing each other with two thoughts.

Eyes flow, snow fall silent.

I don't know how long later, Feng Zhiwei reluctantly laughed and said in a soft voice, "it's cold Come in and get warm... "

The jade flute in Ning Yi's hand turned, and her eyes were so light that her words immediately stopped. She looked around in a bit of embarrassment, as if she had forgotten the fire pot.

"You're not warmer there than I am." Ning Yi is still a pun answer.

Feng knows that she is silent. Ning Yi looks up at the moon. This is the first time that the two people meet after the banquet in Shuiyue villa. They have their own busyness, but they only know whether they are busy with people or hearts.

After a long time, Ning Yi said softly, "I'll inform you that you may leave your post in advance after the new year, and master Yao will retire. Your majesty may directly elect you to the cabinet."

Feng knew that the micro did not expect to smile.

Ning Yi then said, "in addition Zhiwei After new year's Eve this year I'm going to have to take the princess. "

Feng Zhi raised her eyelashes and looked at him deeply. After a long time, she gently laughed and said, "is it Congratulations. "

Ning Yi always keeps a close eye on her, and the two people's eyes are not evaded tonight. They look into each other's eyes, like the last time, to greedily absorb the eyes in the memory.

Finally, he closed his eyes and stroked his fingers slowly on the jade flute. After a long time, he resolutely said, "Zhiwei, let me ask you for the last time."

Feng Zhiwei slowly picked up her shoulder, as if she could not stand the cold of the night. She reluctantly said with a smile: "it's late at night. What can I do tomorrow..."

"Would you like to be my imperial concubine?"Feng Zhi closes her eyes slightly.

In an instant, two words flow through my heart. With the sharp light and shadow of five years' time, I pass the bloody Rouge all over my life. I repeat it like singing.

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