"Looking for the possibility in the impossible." Feng Zhiwei smiled helplessly, "No matter how much Qiufu thinks, he would never have thought that I would come here. It's better than showing up in public to ask for a living and being caught by the Qiufu. On the contrary, it is more reliable than ordinary people.”
"You can go to the nunnery to stay temporarily."
"Your Excellency is also from the capital, don't you know that a nunnery is just the back garden of a wealthy family?" Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly, "It's no worse than a brothel, once I go there, maybe I'll never come back again Can't get out."
She sighed softly, and said: "I'm a weak girl, my life is like a duckweed, and my greatest ability is to protect myself well."
The man didn't answer, but just looked at her quietly, his eyes fell into hers, and in the girl's restrained sharpness, he saw her unconcealable wisdom.
I don’t know why there is no one around, and I don’t even hear the chirping birds, the wind blows heavily, the flowers bloom silently, and I breathe...hold my breath until there is no sound.
After a long time, the man raised his sleeves, drank the wine in his glass, and smiled at her.
When he smiled, it was as if the sun had just risen and the clouds were transpiring, bright and colorful, and the wind suddenly flowed slowly, so the flowers bloomed brilliantly, and her breath finally let go like flowing water.
Then he heard him say lightly: "Dijingju, it's not easy, I hope to see you next time, you can be more peaceful."
She bowed and was taught awe-inspiringly.
In the lowered vision, he saw the corner of the moon-white and elegant brocade robe, and left without haste.
Feng Zhiwei didn't move, but lightly shook the back of her clothes.
On the back, the clothes were already wet with sweat and sticky and itchy.
At that moment just now, he showed murderous aura again just like the first time we met, even stronger than the first time.
She knew that she was unlucky. The two times she attacked someone was under his nose, and the two times she killed someone, the other party seemed to be related to him.
She didn't know what he was doing, but she only vaguely felt that she might have ruined his business
Even if there is no inside story, a person like him will definitely feel dangerous to someone like himself; a person like him will definitely not want to be seen behind his back, and the best way to solve these dangers is to kill her.
She tried her best to confess herself just now, just to tell him that she has no intention of intervening, and there is no danger to him.
For a moment, she felt that she hadn't been impressed by this dignitary, who was elegant and beautiful on the outside, but cold on the inside.
In the end, however, he let her go one more time.
Feng Zhiwei stood in front of the winter jasmine bushes in a daze, the golden flowers reflected her slightly pale lips, and the twilight was gradually rising in all directions, dusk was approaching.
"Xiaozhi, bring a few more flowers, I'll use them at night!"
"Why!"
The daily conversations in the Lanxiangyuan continued. After that day, Feng Zhiwei successfully got back the silver ticket, and also heard the news that Xueshi Li’s only grandson went to Beijing to study. She waited carefully for a while, but It was found that everything had returned to calm, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
Because she helped her mother and Lan Xiang resolve the crisis, Feng Zhiwei's life is quite easy now, but every day, she still insists on going out to help the girls do the shopping.
At noon, Tianshui Street in the Imperial Capital is the busiest time. There are a variety of shops and merchants in an endless stream. Horse-drawn carriages are galloping past with shining glass, and aristocratic youths ostentatiously carry exquisite double-barreled muskets.
Rich and romantic.
Tiansheng is now the largest country in the world. Its territory starts from the Jinsha Sea in the south, and the sea and island countries bow their heads and proclaim their vassals; Qingmang grazes star-like flocks; west controls the Changhe ancient road, and blond and blue-eyed foreign merchants frequently knock on the city gate.
From south to north, the fast horse gallops, and it is difficult to arrive in a year.
Such power and vastness come from the six hundred years of accumulation of the Dacheng Dynasty. The Dacheng Dynasty has a unique style, the Queen of Shenying, Meng Fuyao, who was born as a female emperor and married to Jiangshan. Harmony and music, sharing the power of state executions, during his reign, he developed industry and commerce, opened up sea markets, reformed currency, optimized the official system, promoted culture and education, and encouraged farming.
However, there is no iron in the world. After Dacheng ruled the world, there were six hundred years of Guozuo and thirty-two emperors. Most of them were British lords in the early stage. Thirty generations of Emperor Li, even closed the country, and finally died at the hands of his relative Ning after two generations.
After the Ning family established the Tiansheng Dynasty, they strengthened the centralization of power, widened the gap between levels, increased taxation at customs, and controlled foreign trade. Due to too much internal strife, the imperial court’s control over foreign vassals was far less than that of the original Dacheng. Today’s Tiansheng Dynasty, Fusheng is still there , but there is no longer the free and vigorous atmosphere of Dacheng and the founding of the country, but from the bones, there is an old and decayed taste.
Just like that glass, which could have been promoted to the whole people, it was artificially controlled by the court and became a luxury for the nobles.
Looking at the window of a carriage on the street, Feng Zhiwei trimmed her hair in a bun. She doesn't know how to change her appearance, but she is born with a good understanding of this way. Filled with yellow rouge and clay.
Then she bypassed the carriage, turned into a winding alley, and stopped in front of a dilapidated house.
She reached out to push the door, her outstretched fingers were steady and cautious.
"call out!"
The door opened, and a jet of black light shot out straight to her door. Feng Zhiwei turned around in a hurry and staggered, and the black light brushed past her ear dangerously and dangerously, leaving a few drops. Wisps of sideburn hair.
Watching the hair fall to the ground, Feng Zhi smiled wryly—it turned out that it was Feijian today.
It's just that in a flash, the scorching air in her body, which is always tormenting the meridians, suddenly becomes a little colder, and the bone-chilling comfort, Feng Zhi squints her eyes slightly, feeling the rare relaxation.
There was a light coughing sound from the door, as if she was dissatisfied with her slow response, and then Feng Zhiwei entered the door, the darkness came, the room was dark, and there was a man in black in a toga sitting in the corner, wearing an ebony mask, The whole person merged with the darkness, not to mention not being able to distinguish between men and women, it was difficult to even see if there was a person there.
Seeing Feng Zhiwei coming in, the man raised his hand and pointed to a stove in the corner of the room, Feng Zhiwei didn't say anything, and resigned himself to carrying water to boil.