One day, Gu Daxia, who was most admired by the soldiers, brought a Han boy in a fluttering blue shirt over to watch the iron cavalry drill.
The Yinerji fighters who are very expressive feel that they have made rapid progress recently, so they try their best to show off their demeanor, waiting for the young man who looks a little weak to show his admiration and admiration.
As a result, the young man finished reading it calmly, and only commented three sentences.
"Stupid moves! Weak strength! Poor strain!"
Shengsheng said that three thousand tough men were green in the face.
Facing Sanqian's unconvinced eyes that could kill people that day, the young man with fluttering blue shirt went off with one hand, and even picked out the eight leaders of Sanqian's cavalry—the eight guards of the king.
Ba Biao was beaten so badly that his eyes rolled all over the ground.
Ba Biao, who "couldn't get up", lay on the ground and propped his chin, thinking, let's follow the princess, this acting talent is getting more and more superb, if you tell me to fall down, I will fall down, if I tell you to pretend to be dead, I will pretend to be dead, and if you tell me to roll to the left three times Circle, never roll four times to the right...
The young man surnamed Wei easily won the trust of the prairie men. Since then, he has often appeared in the training grounds of the soldiers, eating and living with the soldiers.
Gradually, people knew that this young man was a poor man. He lost his memory in a certain attack, walked in a daze, and wandered all the way to the grassland. He didn't know where he came from or where he went.
The kind and broad grassland accepted the wanderers who didn't know why. Even the concubine once hosted a banquet for the young man surnamed Wei, and this move was unanimously praised by the people.
It has been several months in a flash, in the early autumn of August, the imperial court came to preside over the enthronement ceremony of the Living Buddha.
Huyin Temple prepared a grand celebration for the Living Buddha. Gu Zhixiao was forced to leave her father for the first time, and she was very impatient and uncooperative. He just allowed her to sleep with her father, and only then did the Eighteenth Living Buddha get away with it.
The envoy turned out to be an acquaintance, a very familiar kind—Xin Ziyan.
During the sacred enthronement ceremony, in the smoke-filled Huyin Temple, the imperial envoy Xin Ziyan and Shunyi concubine Feng Zhiwei met for the first time in the autumn of the thirteenth year of Changxi, after seven days in the imperial capital.
They looked at each other and smiled, bowing to each other very happily.
"Is it okay for the concubine not to come?" Xin Ziyan bowed to the ground politely.
Feng Zhiwei looked at his slightly white temples that had not been seen for more than half a year, and suddenly saw the moon-white buttocks on the tree in Lanxiangyuan that year.
That year she rescued him from the chopper killer of the Lioness in the River East of his family. Not long after, he imprisoned her in the first case of Dacheng Emperor's Heir, causing her to lose her only relative.
This is the enemy.
But she has already learned to smile at her enemies.
"Blessing, Mr. Tuoxin." She replied elegantly, "Everything is well, how is your excellency? It's not easy to see your lord's radiance in the Imperial Capital Residence, I think I'm very proud of it."
Xin Ziyan's eyes flickered, and he looked up at her. He never knew that Feng Zhiwei was Wei Zhi, so in his impression, only this woman was brilliant at the concubine Chang Guifei's birthday celebration banquet, and she was conferred the title of Princess Shengying in the Golden Palace with Helian. The indifference and calmness of the time when he bid farewell to the imperial capital, now that we meet again half a year later, the woman is as calm as before, but the sharp edge that she had put on the golden palace at the beginning has been hidden, and the warmth and warmth are like gurgling hot springs, but he suddenly felt chills because of it, as if seeing the long Tian Zhifeng puts away her sharp claws, and on top of the snow-capped mountains, she tilts her head and looks at you with darkly shining eyes.
His eyes are as calm as the sea, just for the tide that may flood the world at any time.
"Don't dare." Xin Ziyan lowered his eyes and took a step back, "Everything is due to His Majesty's kindness, His Highness the King of Chu's kindness, Ziyan has received great favors from his masters, no matter how big or small, if the master can't think about it for a while , Ziyan must do his best to serve the Lord.”
Is he saying that the case of the emperor's heir had nothing to do with Ning Yi, was it his personal will
Feng Zhi smiled lightly.
If Ning Yi really wanted to protect her, Jin Yuwei would not hand over to Xin Ziyan after he left Beijing.
If Ning Yi really never thought of touching her, Jin Yuwei's pursuit of Feng's family would end very early.
Without Ning Yi's tacit consent, many things would not be so convenient.
He is the hand of the master cloud controller. His hand may not have directly poked out the knife, but if the hand is loosened and the knife falls, it can still hurt people.
"Yes, everything depends on the blessings of the masters." Feng Zhiwei smiled more and more amiably, "It seems that His Royal Highness the King of Chu is deeply loved by His Majesty, and he must be in the East Palace sooner or later, when Mr. returns to Beijing, please congratulate him. "
Xin Ziyan looked up at her, hesitated for a while before saying, "I won't be returning to Beijing for the time being, so let the concubine tell Her Highness herself."
Feng Zhiwei was startled—Xin Ziyan will also go to the northern border battlefield? Is Ning Yi sending his capable cronies to northern Xinjiang to completely control Tiansheng's military? But Xin Ziyan is a scholar, what's the use of running here? Is it to be a supervisor
"Your Excellency, you are joking. Grassland Imperial Capital is thousands of miles away. Zhiwei has no relatives in the Imperial Capital, and there will be no return day in this life. It must be a pity that he will not have the chance to see His Highness again."
She said regret, but her expression showed no regret. She smiled, turned around, and was about to end the conversation.
Since you're here, Xin Ziyan, it's great, just wait.
Behind her, Xin Ziyan looked at her back, opened his mouth, and seemed to blurt out a word, but finally stopped after seeing her resolutely leaving back.
Forget it... she'll always know.
Not long after the enthronement ceremony, it was Gu Zhixiao's second birthday.
Gu Zhixiao's birthday is currently only known to Feng Zhiwei. At the beginning, the luxurious gold lock piece seemed to have no words, but when Feng Zhiwei watched it by candlelight one day, in the light and shadow projected on the wall, he saw Gu Zhixiao's birthday. A row of birthday characters.
It turns out that the cleat is hollow and engraved, and only through light can it be developed. This is an extremely delicate design, and ordinary wealthy people cannot have it.
It is a custom in the Central Plains that the birth date of a child from a noble family is not the exact time reported to the outside world, so as not to be taken advantage of by villains. After Feng Zhiwei discovered this secret, she even changed the date for Gu Zhixiao.
That night, on the grass in the Wangting Garden, everyone sat around the bonfire, the golden roasted whole lamb was sizzling with oil, the fire reflected Gu Zhixiao's flushed little face, and smiled at her father with dazzled eyes.