Feng Zhiwei suddenly put down the flagon.
She stood up, without looking at the man, walked to the river, and stretched out her hand to Yin'er.
Yin'er was still timid, Feng Zhi smiled slightly: "Come up, no one wants to put you to death."
Pulling the drenched woman out, Feng Zhiwei saw that she was wearing a thin skirt and only clothes, but now that her curves were exposed when the water was wet, she didn't even wear obscene clothes. After thinking about it, she took off her thin cotton jacket and wrapped it up for her. live.
Even if the laughing girl herself didn't mind showing off naked, as a woman, she didn't want her to walk in front of that man like this.
Yin'er looked at her gratefully, and said in a low voice: "I'm in Lanxiangyuan over there... If you need me, sister, you can come to me."
Feng Zhi smiled, and patted her on the shoulder, the woman didn't dare to look at the man again, wrapped in a thin padded jacket, she walked away slowly.
As the cold wind blew, Feng Zhiwei, who was only in her undressed clothes, shuddered, and hugged her shoulders tightly against the river.
A jug of wine was suddenly handed over.
The fingers holding the pot are slender and clean, and the posture is stable, stable to an almost eternal indifference.
Feng Zhiwei bowed her head, looked at the wine, frowned and said, "This is my wine."
A cloak was offered.
"For your wine."
Feng Zhiwei took it unceremoniously, "Then you are at a loss."
"It's okay." The man smiled, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes were instantly charming like peach blossoms, "I learned a trick from you today, and I will use it as Shuxiu."
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, looking at the reflection of this man in the river, this man was ever-changing and unpredictable, even his appearance and temperament changed three times a day, when he first saw him, he was as elegant and elegant as a high-ranking man in the mountains; when he pushed him down the river, his expression , but flamboyant like that pale gold mandala, and smiling at the moment, but as gorgeous as peaches and plums, almost seductive.
Such a person can only be described as dangerous.
The man didn't seem to know what she was thinking, and suddenly said with a smile: "It's windy by the river, be careful of catching cold, let's move to another place."
Feng Zhiwei was noncommittal, followed him forward, turned a corner, and suddenly appeared a stone arch bridge, the bridge body was very tall, but the bridge deck was mottled, it seemed to be abandoned.
The two went to the bridge, the stone railing on the bridge was a whole piece of raw stone, a good shelter from the wind, the two sat on the floor, the man took Feng Zhiwei's jug, took a sip of wine, and handed it to Feng Zhiwei.
Feng Zhiwei was a little dazed, one was not used to sharing a jug of wine with a man, and the other was that this man was willing to drink such a poor wine after seeing that he was Mr. Guijie, and he was willing to share with her liquor.
She thought about it, wiped the mouth of the pot with her cuff, and took a sip carefully.
Thinking that the person was going to be angry, she didn't want him but didn't look at her, she just looked up at the sky, Feng Zhiwei raised her head to look over, only to find that the bridge is very high and wide, on the bridge, not only can the long sky and cold moon be seen very clearly, but also Most of the imperial capital can be seen, and at the end of the rice paddies, the majestic imperial palace is impressively in sight.
Feng Zhiwei swallowed the spicy wine slowly, her eyes lit up, and suddenly asked: "You seem to be very familiar with this place."
"This bridge was originally the first bridge in Wangdu, Dacheng. According to legend, it was built by the founding emperor of the Dacheng Dynasty for the queen." The man closed his eyes half-closed, and said in a leisurely tone, "The queen likes big things, so this bridge is so tall and wide. Siye, known as the first bridge of Dacheng, six hundred years ago, the emperor and empress often traveled on the bridge privately in micro-clothes, and it has been passed down as a good story."
Feng Zhi smiled and said, "It's beautiful."
But I didn't think that such a man would be moved by the legend of the previous dynasty.
"After Dacheng destroyed the country, Emperor Tiansheng sent his troops into the capital, gained Wangdu, renamed it Dijing, and established the world. His Majesty met the old ministers in Beijing for the first time, and it was on this bridge. soles."
The man's tone was calm, but there was a sense of pride and contempt. Feng Zhiwei wiped the wine on his lips, suddenly feeling agitated, he couldn't help smiling, and said: "It's just a bloody sword soldier."
The man turned his head suddenly, his gaze was like a knife for a moment, Feng Zhiwei looked at each other calmly, and smiled softly in the knife-like gaze.
After a long while, the man's eyes narrowed, and he even laughed, saying: "Yes, it's just success and defeat. These old ministers are lucky in the end. If the emperor is still a minister, the most fearful thing is that they won't even be able to be a bandit."
Feng Zhiwei didn't say a word, and he didn't even have to do anything, so naturally all he had to do was die.
She smiled and returned to the topic: "This bridge is so beautiful, why was it abandoned in the end?"
"The world is settled. Your Majesty brought the palace family to Beijing. When the most beloved Princess Shaoning was carried on the bridge, she burst into tears. An official from the Qin Tianjian said in private that this matter is ominous."
"Three years later, it will be on this bridge." The man paused, took the jug in her hand, took a sip, and said, "The third prince launched a mutiny with the intention of forcing the palace. In that battle, three people in the royal family died and three people were injured." Four people, one disabled... Since then, this bridge has been abandoned."
The thrilling history of the royal family's struggle, from his mouth, was lightly spoken, simple and simple, but it seemed to spread out in an instant, and Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt a little cold, and tightened his cloak.
On this unusually high and wide first bridge, the footprints of the former founding emperor and empress couple were left behind, and the mournful cry of the prince of the new dynasty once sounded. The immortal soul of the dead
And why does this sharp and mysterious person have unusual feelings for this bridge
He is so familiar with this bridge, does he often linger on this bridge when he is sleepless in the middle of the night
But after all, it has nothing to do with her. She can drink and have a long talk with this strange man tonight. .
Just as he didn't ask why she appeared here, she wouldn't ask about the loneliness and coolness in his eyes.
When the remaining wine was about to run out, the sky was slightly brighter, and Feng Zhiwei poured out the last drop of wine in the jug in the first light of the morning sun, and said with a smile: "The last drop of wine, to this lonely bridge, the world is full of ups and downs." change, only this bridge lasts forever.”
Then she stood up, the cloak slipped off with a flick of her wrist, and went off the bridge without looking back.
The first smear of light in the morning shone through the snow and shone on her shoulders, a slender girl with a straight back.
The man sat cross-legged, watching her resolutely go off the bridge, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, and said for a while, "Ning Cheng, where do you think she will go?"