No... It is destined to be so opposite, and they will meet again after going around.
Using force with his fingers, he grabbed the golden broom and threw it aside.
The basket is divided into many layers, and there seems to be a lot of things, which are placed layer by layer.
On the first floor, a jug of wine.
The jug is made of rough pottery, very crude, without even a mark. All the restaurants in the imperial capital have their own breweries, and the jug will have their own mark engraved on it, only the small taverns do not.
Ning Yi traveled thousands of miles to send such a pot of low-quality wine
Feng Zhiwei stared at the jug, feeling that it looked familiar, opened the jug, and sniffed the wine carefully.
The taste is sharp, not mellow, but very strong, it is the kind of cheap wine that hardworking bitter haha loves to drink to warm up in winter.
Feng Zhiwei's hand holding the flagon shakes.
That night on the Jiujiu Bridge, we drank a pot of bad wine in the tavern together, and heard about Dacheng's bereavement. His tone was light and full of thoughts, while she was absent-minded and only thinking about the way forward.
At that time, he thought it was just casual words, but now thinking about it, every sentence of his has a deep meaning, even going to the bridge, maybe he did it on purpose.
That winter night, the snow on the bridge was thin, and before I knew it, it had fallen a long way from the road ahead.
It was hard for him to find a tavern that sold that wine.
Feng Zhiwei smiled faintly, grabbed the pot of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
The wine went down the throat, it was as fierce and hot as a knife, and it rushed into the lungs like a fire dragon, and the internal organs seemed to be on fire in an instant with a bang.
She choked violently, her face flushed from coughing, and she looked at the empty pot in astonishment, wondering why she drank so nonchalantly back then.
Such a poor wine, I remember that he drank it without frowning when he was so rich and precious. This person... never wants to live the truth.
Feng Zhi wiped his lips slightly, and sipped a little wine from his fingertips into his lips, slowly recalling the past in the burning pain.
I have drank a lot of good wine this year, and it turns out that only this pot is the true taste of life.
On the second floor, there is an oddly shaped and delicate crossbow.
The small crossbow is not like the one made in the Central Plains, with red tassels hanging in the shape of snakes on both sides, and the arrows on it are of different lengths, with a reddish luster.
Feng Zhiwei didn't recognize it at first sight, and after playing with it for a long time, she vaguely felt that the crossbow bolt looked familiar.
On the eve of the academy's final exam, drunk, she inadvertently broke into the backyard, and ran into Ning Yi who was about to attack the prince and came out of the tunnel.
At that time, his dark black cloak was blown up by the night wind, flying upside down in front of his eyes, pale golden flowers flashed, and the crimson crossbow was aimed at her back.
She rolled and fled in embarrassment, and in a hurry, she saw the reddish crossbow arrow like the eye of a falcon...
If that arrow had been shot into the back of her heart, the mother and younger brother might not have died.
Feng Zhiwei gently caressed the small crossbow, her fingers lingering over the streamlined body of the crossbow and the short red arrows over and over again.
"Crack, click."
Low and crisp counting sounds in the quiet night.
On the carpet, a few reddish short arrows were silently scattered and snapped off.
The third layer, a pack of Jinsha crabapple fruit.
On the day of the Qingming Academy's final exam, the assassin stacked a special soft sword into a plate, filled it with the golden sand crabapple and presented it to the imperial court.
When the sword light protruded, the vermilion crabapple fruit was accompanied by spurting blood flowers, dyeing the ground a splash of bright red.
A bitter trick, a game in the middle of the game, he tried his best to pull the prince down at the expense of his own body, and couldn't tolerate her, a new national scholar, prying into his secrets.
Behind the screen, his bloody finger rested on her neck, and she saw the murderous intent in his eyes.
But finally let go.
Feng Zhi was slightly shocked.
"If you let me go today, one day, I will let you go too."
Some words are said carelessly, and it is only when things come to an end that they realize that they are prophecies of fate.
The Jinsha crabapple fruit was slowly held between the teeth. This world-famous tribute sweet fruit turned out to be bitter in the mouth.
Just like in this life, the old things that go back and forth and dare not recall.
On the fourth floor, a cyan pill.
Wei Mansion was drunk, and Princess Shaoning gave it to her, asking her to apply it on Ning Yi's wrist while taking the pulse of the drunken Ning Yi. Father is not allowed to stand up.
The pulse is fast, the hangover soup is made, but the pills are not applied.
She didn't believe that Ning Yi, who was always careful at every step, would rush to get drunk in her house, just as she didn't believe that Ning Yi would completely trust her.
Sure enough, her choice was correct.
Everything is in his calculations, even the blue pill in Shao Ning's hand that can turn blood into gold, he has it.
Ning Yi.
You want to thank me for not doing it in the first place.
Still want to tell me, I can never escape from your palm
The fifth layer is a piece of transparent crystal with irregular edges, apparently part of something broken.
The crystal beauty at the exit of the Tiansheng Palace Tunnel came oncoming, with gentle eyes and charming posture.
And that man's sword light protruded, and his sword shattered this rare treasure, just because it was a person's eternal blasphemy against his favorite woman.
Confidentially in the rainstorm ruined palace, she stroked the scar on his chest, and also stroked the scar in his heart.
Feng Zhiwei held that piece of crystal in her palm, the tentacles were icy cold, as if she was in her current mood.
There was a slight pain in her heart, and she couldn't help using a little force on her fingers, but there was no tingling or bleeding as imagined. She raised her hand, only to find that the sharp edges of the crystal had been carefully smoothed.
Who was silently sharpening the sharp edge in the quiet night, and the falling crystals scattered on the case like crystal tears.
Whoever was thinking carefully and quietly rounded the edges and corners, just because he was afraid that Yi's heart would be overwhelmed or he would hurt himself at that moment.
The crack that can polish the crystal but can't polish the heart, that night is so bleak.
The sixth floor, drum hammer with golden handle.
With the sound of drumsticks beating in the hands of Crown Prince Helian, the concubine Rong's birthday banquet was full of battles among noble ladies.
A hairpin feast, several champion poems, she threw a cup and poured wine on the hall, seemingly admonishing Hua Gongmei, but she was looking at him.
"Pray for perfection, forget about nine deaths for a lifetime, seem to be majestic, but really don't know anything, forget all your relatives, rub your internal organs so hard, entangle your limbs so weakly, turn upside down and don't eat three meals a day, and end up looking at each other in two places. , it’s better to throw away—an infatuation!”