The Rise of Phoenixes

Chapter 11

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An ordinary-looking guard appeared from under the bridge hole, looked at Feng Zhiwei's back seriously, and said, "There are two possibilities, one is to go back to the government to fight; the other is to be wronged and submit to the will of the Qiu government."

He smiled, pointed to the fireworks ten miles behind him, and said: "In short, she will go back immediately, and she will never linger in this fireworks field for too long. If she stays a little longer, her reputation will be tarnished. She can't make fun of her life .”

"Really?" The man smiled and drew his tone.

"Bet." Ning Cheng approached enthusiastically.

The man was noncommittal, the two stood on the bridge, saw the woman going straight all the way, without hesitation as if she had a goal, then stopped in front of a door with orchid lanterns, tied the man's hair in a bun, and then knocked Door.

Ning Cheng's face turned blue.

The woman turned her face slightly, smiled and said something to the person who opened the door, the person inside seemed to be there in a daze, and Ning Cheng, who could read lips, staggered suddenly on the bridge from a distance.

On the bridge, the man suddenly chuckled.

His jade-like pupils shone with a novel and sharp light, like an abyss that had been silent for a long time, being blown into waves by the snowy wind outside the long sky.

He stood at the head of the bridge in the red sun, and the light gold mandala flowers on the black cloak were flying in the wind. The strong cold wind blew distant voices, and he seemed to hear the slender girl in the wind, facing the orchid who opened the door. The madam of Xiangyuan asked calmly and frantically.

"Do you need a turtle slave here?"

"Xiao Zhi, I heard that there are new dyed silk flowers in the market, bring me a few!"

"Bring me a few, too, emerald green and orange!"

"Sifangzhai rock sugar glutinous lotus root with half a catty!"

It was almost noon, and Shili Rouzhi was about to wake up, and the small building of Lanxiangyuan was singing and swallowing. The girls leaned out one after another, and greeted the young man in Tsing Yi who was carrying a basket in the courtyard downstairs and was about to go out to buy.

The young man is a distant relative of Yin'er, a red-card girl from Lanxiangyuan, who came here a month ago. He doesn't talk much, but he is flexible and winky, which is very popular with the girls.

"Sister Yanhong's complexion is white and reddish, and wearing emerald flowers is on the contrary. It is not as good as light pink, which makes her more beautiful." My sister is too greedy, be careful to become a fat and beautiful person."

"Stinky boy!" The girls smiled, but their expressions were satisfied, Yan Hong smiled and said: "Xiaozhi, if you weren't a distant relative of Yin'er and worked odd jobs in our place, I really thought you belonged to some big family." Son's background."

"Is it possible?" Yin'er came out of the room and patted her on the shoulder, "Our Tiansheng Dynasty is so strict, even if the son of a rich family becomes a beggar and starves to death, he will not come to our place."

She glanced at the boy with a complicated expression, and the boy smiled at her, still calm, just like this person's demeanor all along—seemingly bright, but actually mysterious, seemingly calm, and actually acting beyond the norm.

Xiao Zhi, Wei Zhi and Feng Zhiwei are very popular.

In the past month at the Topi brothel, she has been able to do odd jobs very well. Of course, this is also thanks to Yin'er's care. The woman didn't let her really be a turtle slave. It didn't help, but at least it was a kind heart. Feng Zhiwei appreciated it very much, but Yin'er thanked her again and again, saying that that day was really a life-saving grace.

Just reaching out to pull her out of the river, how could it be so serious as to save her life? Feng Zhiwei was puzzled, but Yin'er kept her mouth shut. She still had lingering fears about what happened that night, and when she mentioned the man, she looked terrified. Like being pushed into the river, but something else.

But Feng Zhiwei didn't have the desire to ask any more questions. She drank together on the bridge that night, and after Xue Ye said goodbye, she didn't want to see him goodbye.

However, everything in the world always backfires—it’s not that you can’t see it if you don’t want to see it.

She was carrying a basket and was about to go out when she suddenly saw a large group of people coming in front of her.

Feng Zhiwei was startled, and just about to hide, someone greeted over there: "Hey, that turtle slave, you guys are here, and we haven't arranged for a girl to pick up the guests!"

Feng Zhi lowered her head slightly, and out of the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of those people's luxurious clothes, obviously they were all princes and grandsons of the capital city, among them was wearing a brocade robe, moon white heavy brocade, embroidered with silver thread bamboo patterns on the corners, elegant and noble, the color made her eyebrows twitch, The head drooped even lower.

While stepping aside, turning his head, he called hoarsely to the courtyard: "Girls, we have guests..."

This sound was learned from the turtle slave Zhang De welcoming guests. He was not proficient, and his tone was a little stiff, and the group of princes and grandchildren suddenly burst into laughter.

"Where did the new turtle slaves come from Lanxiangyuan? They even greet guests like a woman calling spring."

"Where did Zhang De go? Change to this dawdling boy?"

A group of people walked past her smiling as if no one else was around, Feng Zhiwei stared at the ground, saw the skirt of the robe passing by her side without any surprise, just let out a long breath, and heard a young man pointing out with a smile. After leaving her, he said to the welcoming mother: "Later we will have a drinking order, ask this kid to wait on you!"

Mother froze for a moment, reluctantly agreed, and signaled Feng Zhiwei to come over with a wink, and said in a low voice, "Be careful! Sigh..."

Mother's expression was worried, and she didn't seem to be happy about business. Feng Zhiwei looked at her in surprise, her mother's expression was solemn, and she said in a low voice: "Did you see that thin man in yellow clothes? I heard it's not a thing. Son, it is said that she was disabled by that guy, and Guanhuaju Gou’s mother relied on someone to back her up to make a fuss, and within a few days she was forced to even smash the yard and close the door. Alas, why do you want to come here today? Don’t make trouble for me …”

He also told Feng Zhiwei: "Xiaozhi, you have always been smart and polite, better than everyone else in the yard, you have to help mom for a while today, take care of her anyway."

Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to agree, sending her under the fence and in a brothel, this day is a matter of time, if she can hide, she will naturally hide, if she can't hide, then just wait and see.

That group of people occupied the best "Jianfang Pavilion" in the courtyard, and called the most beautiful girls to accompany them. Each of them was laughing and joking, making a lot of noise, but there was only one corner, and everyone consciously didn't bother them. It was eerily quiet.

where he is.

A black sandalwood embroidered silver bamboo screen half-separated a quiet space, beside the delicate blanket mat, a three-legged black stone cauldron was burning with high-quality agarwood, in the pale and cool smoke, the man's long hair was loose, his skirt was hanging down, and he was lazily sitting on his elbows. Resting his cheeks lazily, with a slight smile, he bowed his head between the girl's wrist and jade fingers, and drank the wine in the glass she offered.