A laughing voice sounded.
"Of course I came to pick you up."
There were two people under the table, but his hand was precisely stretched out in front of one of them.
The man raised his head, under his long messy hair, his eyes were misty, which belonged to Feng Zhiwei.
The one next to her who was laughing convulsively before had a pair of blade-like eyes, so it was naturally Hua Qiong who came to Beijing to report on her duties.
The two arrived at the Imperial Capital one day earlier, because the Ministry of Rituals had informed that all civil and military officials would welcome Wei Zhi in person on behalf of the emperor tomorrow, so they had no choice but to wait at the post station first, the two bored, while Zong Chen was refining medicine and Gu Nanyi was bathing Gu Zhixiao, Sneaking into the city to drink, I didn't want to hear such a wonderful storytelling in a restaurant, and almost got a beating.
It's always good to have someone to clear, it's just the one who cleared...
Hua Qiong lowered her eyes, thinking that the time has come to test Zong Chen's medical skills.
Feng Zhiwei slowly raised her head, her eyes flicked over the jade-like fingertips, until she saw the moon-white sleeves embroidered with dark patterns of green bamboo, her expression was calm and smiling, a little alienated, just like the South China Sea back then, The situation when facing Ning Yi in front of others was the same, even Hua Qiong, who was close at hand, couldn't find anything special.
After a while, she smiled, stretched out her hand, and placed her fingertips on Ning Yi's palm.
Ning Yi immediately stretched out his hand to hold it, and with light force, Feng Zhiwei crawled out from under the table.
The eyes of the two met, and Feng Zhiwei first showed Ning Yi a very official smile.
"His Highness has also arrived in the Imperial Capital? Hehe."
"It's only one day earlier than you." Ning Yi smiled.
The two looked at each other and smiled, both smiling brightly, a year apart in time and space, the shocking hatred in the imperial capital for seven days, the blood of the two lives dripping, this moment seems to have never existed.
Hua Qiong let out a sigh of relief, and laughed at himself, "Hey, the poor man who has no one to care about, so he had to crawl out by himself."
Three hands were handed to her at the same time.
Ning Yi, Feng Zhiwei, and a pair of hands.
The hands appeared suddenly, as if born out of thin air, and the fingers were still trembling.
Hua Qiong stared at those hands.
Royal wealth without pampering, not white, not slender, with young and tight skin, there is a shallow semicircular scar on the palm of the hand, it is the oven given to his mother when he was a child, and the oven hoop It was accidentally burned, and there was a cut mark on the knuckle of the middle finger, which was cut by a branch when he took him to climb a tree to see his old lady.
Those hands are too familiar, she knows that she has witnessed the hand growing from a seven-year-old immature hand to the stable palm of a man now, and she knows that she clings to that hand every night in her dreams, and communicates with the owner of the hand, but is waking up. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Those hands came out of the dream now, walked thousands of miles across the South China Sea, and came to her eyes.
Hua Qiong sniffed, rolled her eyes, and suddenly smiled.
She reached out and put her hand on Yan Huaishi's palm, Yan Huaishi immediately squeezed her hard and was about to pull her out, but Hua Qiong suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him hard, Yan Huaishi let out an ouch but was caught by Hua Qiong Pull into the bottom of the table.
Outside the table, Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei were dumbfounded...
"Why do you want to go out and show it to you?" Hua Qiong's voice came from under the table, a little muffled, as if he was being rubbed into someone's arms, "We reunited after a long time, I am so excited, I am impatient to go back to the post station, please two , clear the field."
Then Hua Qiong's hand stretched out from under the table, and he waved it casually. Let His Royal Highness and Lord Hou go to clear the place for her.
Yan Huaishi seemed to have no time to speak at all, or was he embarrassed to say anything? Anyway, the table wobbled a little.
Feng Zhiwei suppressed a smile, called the owner of the restaurant, and went down with a piece of gold, not to mention that the restaurant was closed, all the waiters stayed far away.
"What a smart person." She muttered while paying the money, "Knowing that you will be surrounded by crowds when you return to the post station, you just settle it on the spot."
Closing the door very consciously, leaving the wobbly table behind, Feng Zhi said goodbye to Ning Yi with a smirk, "Your Highness, I have to rush back to the inn to prepare for the reception in the suburbs tomorrow, so I will leave now."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
"Zhiwei."
Without looking back, Feng Zhiwei waved her hands and said, "Ah, I will send you off without any trouble, Your Highness, please stay still." The pace became faster and faster.
She didn't care whether the people behind her followed her, she walked out of the city quickly, the post station was only three miles away from the city, and with her footsteps, she would arrive soon.
It could have been faster, but she didn't want to show her sharpness too much—in Pucheng, her true energy was not lost, it was just dispersed in the meridians because of the poison, and when the red silt between the eyebrows disappeared, the qi in the dantian Jin Siyu's true energy slowly gathered, and Jin Siyu checked her pulse every day in the early days to confirm that she had lost her martial arts. When she was completely convinced that this matter was no longer investigated, her martial arts had returned and improved to a higher level.
Feng Zhiwei felt that the martial arts she practiced were a little strange, and her physique was also a little strange. The scorching air in her body gradually calmed down with the practice of martial arts, but it didn't go away, but increased day by day, and Every time after experiencing the calamity of life and death, the heat flow increased a little bit, but it did not damage her body. Instead, it promoted her inner strength to a higher level. It felt like this innate heat flow, and Zong Chen The martial arts entrusted to her seemed to complement each other.
Otherwise, she couldn't have tampered with the top of Pucheng in advance, using dark energy to smash the inside of the pile beforehand, so that she could finally fall into the city smoothly.
Feng Zhiwei approached the post station briskly, before he arrived, he saw a few small sedan chairs parked at the gate of the post station, and there seemed to be a shrill female voice coming from a distance.
"Why is Wei Zhi not here!"
"Let me in!"
Gu Nanyi vaguely stood at the door with Gu Zhixiao in his arms, the father and daughter ignored him and looked at the sky, blocking the door like gods.
Feng Zhiwei was wondering why there were female customers blocking the door of the inn, and she called her name directly, when she heard this voice, there was a crash in her head, and she thought to herself why this aunt who hadn't seen her for a year is still not married, why is it getting better every day? Raw and hot.
Feng Zhiwei has been mixed up to this day, from the emperor down to the grassroots, there is no unfair person or matter, but she avoids this one in fear, nothing, because this person is bent on making mistakes, but she Feng Zhiwei I have no intention of making romantic debts.
She turned her heels with a swish, ready to go back to the city again, she would rather drink flower wine than be blocked by Princess Shaoning.