Chapter 585

That was the reply of a 16-year-old girl before the waves in the South China Sea. She whirled in the bottom of her heart for countless times, but she did not export it.

Today, it has become satire to resort to language.

Her face, slightly bowed down, was covered by scattered long hair, and there was a faint twinkle in the angle of no one to see.

Ning Yi is silent in the cold moon and withered trees, and his clothes are like flowing water in the wind.

After a long time, Feng Zhi raised her head slightly, looked as usual, and also laughed at Ning Yi and said, "it's night, your highness, have a rest earlier."

Ning Yi looks at her, there is no disappointment in the eyes, there is no anger, only deep sadness.

This way to today, painstaking, painstaking efforts can not pull the fate of the storm that is down.

He tried to push her forward, but she stood still, watching the snowy morning.

It's all life. It's all life.

"My heart will always be where it should be, or one day it will be overturned."

Since some vows can't be erased by manpower, it's better to follow the path she wants and go along with each other all the way.

He laughed shallowly, stretched out his hand and said, "Zhiwei, let me accompany you one night at last."

Feng Zhiwei was silent, and he said, "we have known each other for five years, and we have never spent the new year together."

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, closed the quilt, and slowly fell asleep, facing the wall.

Behind him there was a light footstep sound, someone closed the window, the light belongs to his breath filled the room, trance that year, in front of the ice lake in winter, the white plum blossom swept across the white dress.

The bed sank slightly. His slender figure reflected on the wall and pressed her shoulder. Feng knew that Wei didn't look back. She just said softly, "why didn't you kill me?"

Behind him, Ning Yi did not speak for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about this problem. After a short period of time, he said with a smile: "Zhiwei, I will kill all the people in the world, and I will not kill you."

"But from now on." Feng Zhiwei still closed his eyes, "I but hope you take me as the enemy."

There was no movement behind her. For a long time, his fingers caressed her cheek, and the fingertips were cold.

The cold fingertip slowly swam in the cheek, but there is a wet water trace under the finger, which is cooler than the fingertip. In the whispering wind on New Year's Eve, it slowly cools down.

Who no longer has a warm temperature, to Wu hot that a bone cold.

Moonlight slowly through the long window, the reflection on the wall is slanting long, like the fetters along the way, no matter how far it is pulled, there will be an end.

A long time later, the figure on the wall slightly raised his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and he said, "good."

That night the wind was bleak, rolling up a thousand layers of snow, covering a full body.

That night, the moonlight turns, lights up the appendix which nobody relies on, a white plum tree under the window sill quietly withers, and the ground is full of snowflakes or plum blossoms.

Tired Feng Zhiwei finally maintained that posture to sleep, finally fuzzy sleepiness in hope that he never wake up.

Sleep dream is still hazy, the dream is full of gorgeous cool breath, in the dream who carried a paper umbrella across the abandoned bridge, face a crystal wall, suddenly crystal silent broken, see the cold moon empty wind under the ancient temple, who smile wanwan, handed over a reed flower, the tide of the reed swaying, filled with a Lianluo fragrance, she bit down with a smile, it is Ji Yang that bit In a flash, the pines in the mountains and precipices dive down. On the cliff, who embraces and stands against the vast mountain sea, while the stars and the moon on all sides rotate slowly. A pot of wine in duobaoge is full of fragrance. Suddenly, who blows his sleeve and smashes the wine pot to Wangdu bridge in the imperial capital, she wails in the dripping water.

Yes, no, this night is a dream of confusion.

She walked step by step in such a retrospective whirl. In the hazy, who has been leaning on her side, putting his hand on her cheek, has been caressing over and over again. In the hazy, whose breath is close to, but at last has to sigh to leave. When the day is getting bright, who slowly bends down, and puts a cool kiss on her forehead, in the nearest moment of each other, she is clear I feel a wet water vapor in my eyes, but I don't know it's his or her own.

The light of the rise of the sun, indoor that familiar breath, one after another scattered, like frost on the glass, a little bit into water, no trace.

She slowly sat up and heard a report coming from the outer court. The imperial court announced that the imperial edict for her to return to Beijing had arrived.

She held the brocade quilt tightly and smoothed the slightly wet quilt that night.

The new year's eve of this year also passed like this. In the 18th year of Changxi's reign, quietly and valiantly, he knocked on the door of heaven and earth.

On the 15th day of the first month, she set out to return to Beijing. Before she left, there was the last official letter on the case that needed her to be executed.

Qiu Yu wrote a thousand words of self-defense and handed it to her desk together with the official documents. During this period, she wrote a special book about her husband Tianzheng. Her personality was grotesque. All kinds of sufferings caused by her were really grievances and hardships.

She and the Li family have broken up. Now they move out of the Li family's temple alone. As the first woman who dares to talk about the privacy of their husband and wife's bed in public, she is ridiculed as a vulgar slut. Thousands of people despise her. The Li family even claims that if she and Li will not die, the Jianghuai government dare not undertake the case, which has been delayed until the new year and finally submitted to her case.Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time at the thick lawsuit documents, thinking of her cousin's pampering and noble temperament. She could withstand the ridicule of the world to achieve this level. The persistent love in her heart must have been burning like fire.

That year, when Princess Chang gave her birthday banquet, she already saw Qiu yuluo's intention of playing chess with Ning. She thought that she would be restrained when she got married. She didn't want to be an abandoned husband and finally let her revive.

The young master of the Li family was abandoned in his own hands.

It's destiny. The cycle is not good.

Many years ago, the Lanxiang hospital was filled with righteous indignation and let Zidan fly. Years later, the spattering blood finally fell on his feet.

The Phoenix knows slightly shallow, nearly desolate smile.

Then he picked up his pen and wrote a word at the end of the thick file.

"Exactly."

In February of the 18th year of Changxi's reign, fengzhiwei returned to Beijing. In March, because of the political mission of Jianghuai Road, he made great contributions to the river works of the Beijing Huaihe canal, and joined the cabinet as a Bachelor of Yongshou hall.

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