"He is a steady and gentle person, with no desires and no desires. I still don't believe that he will seek rebellion and usurp the throne. However, that day, it was also me who was forced by the prince to lead the army to intercept him... He looked at me on the bridge that day, There are too many eyes... I looked at him under the bridge that day, and then slowly waved my hand at the Imperial Forest Army."
Ning Yi's tone was calm, and he couldn't even hear the pain. Many years ago, that night across the bridge, the last time in his life, many years ago, the young man who gave the death order to his beloved brother under the bridge, that star The heart that was once warm died in the wind where Wangdu Bridge was taller and wider than ordinary people, let the wind and rain erode countless holes, and passed through the wind that groaned at midnight.
"His blood flowed across the entire bridge that day. It's surprising how a person can have so much blood in his body." Ning Yi caressed the bridge railing, his voice was as cold as this bridge stone, "It's a pity that there is so much blood They will all be washed away, just like the pain of parting, the bitterness of grudges, the acidity of broken hearts, the thinness of friendship, all the most heart-wrenching things in this world will eventually be annihilated by time without a trace."
"Cool people choose to forget." Feng Zhiwei smiled mockingly.
"You can say I'm cold." Ning Yi looked at her calmly, "I killed the crown prince coldly, because he framed the third brother. The third brother is steady and smart, and the government and the public are calling for him to be the crown prince. , I hate the prince, he wants to kill the third brother, I can't stop him, why let me kill him?"
Feng Zhiwei unconsciously picked up the wine bottle, drank half of it, thinking that when he talked about the mutiny of the third prince on the bridge that year, he felt that his tone was abnormal. At that time, the plan to kill the prince was already in his mind. He came to talk with himself on the bridge again, who is he going to kill this time
"Zhiwei, I'm telling you this not only to let you understand me better bit by bit, but also to tell you." Ning Yi suddenly took her hand, "There are too many things in our lives that we don't know. But you can’t completely give up your original heart because of this.”
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, drooping her long eyelashes, trying to pull her hand out of his hand, but Ning Yi didn't let go, instead he pulled his hand, pulled her into his arms, and whispered softly in her ear: "Zhiwei ... Zhiwei... you still have the heart..."
His tone trembled slightly, and the scorching breath brushed against her ear, and somehow it was slightly wet for an instant, and there seemed to be a burst of ice-clear dewdrops on her heart, and the lips moved slowly and firmly, and gently sucked her lips away. The wine remaining in the corner, the aroma of pear blossom white is added to the transpiration, sweet and light, like a pear blossom.
The night wind carried the early-falling peach blossoms, rustling down.
Feng Zhiwei was silent all the time, the strength of the pear blossom white wine came up, surprisingly ferocious, she was slightly dizzy, her hands and feet seemed to be slightly sore, the man's breath was familiar and shocking, like the spring breeze in March, the fragrance of pear blossoms, Peach blossoms are tender, touch them little by little, and the frozen mood seems to be like the sound of broken ice.
But in the end, when the lips were about to get closer, he suddenly raised his hand and stuffed the jug he had been holding into Ning's hand.
When Ning Yi was in a passion, a cold flagon was stuffed over him, which made him startled, Feng Zhiwei had already pulled away, she lowered her eyes, unable to see her expression clearly in the twilight, the corners of her lips were moist, looking Ning Yi's heart trembled again.
He suddenly heard a very sweet and soft voice, and asked curiously:
"Father Yiyi, what are they doing?"
Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei suddenly looked back, and saw two figures standing under the bridge, one big and one small, the small one was holding the big hand, looking at them curiously with a pair of round eyes.
Feng Zhi stroked his forehead slightly, and moaned—please, Young Master Gu, don't you know how to let children avoid such scenes
Immediately, I heard Young Master Gu answer dryly: "There's not enough wine, that man grabs the woman's drink."
"..."
Feng Zhi smiled dryly, quickly slid down from the bridge railing, pulled Gu Zhixiao to please him, and then smiled at Young Master Gu, "How did you find it?"
Young Master Gu glanced at her and ignored her.
Feng Zhiwei's expression is a bit awkward—since he came back from Pucheng, the young master has become more and more personal, and often shows a unique mental outlook, such as the current posture, is it the legendary...jealous
Gu Zhixiao is a little over two and a half years old, which is the most noisy age. Either he doesn't speak, or speaks fluently. He said loudly: "Yiyi father saw you coming and then ran away, saying that you were hiding from women."
Just now Feng Zhiwei said "oh", and then heard her say again: "Yiyi father said, hide from women, don't hide from men, I hate it!"
Feng Zhiwei let out an "uh" and choked.
After a long while, he looked up at Gu Nanyi in disbelief—Master, did you really say that
Young master Gu looked down at Gu Zhixiao—daughter, you added the last two words really well.
Satisfied, he picked up the little girl, put it on his shoulder, turned around, and beckoned with one hand.
Feng Zhiwei immediately and honestly put herself in that position—if Young Master Gu summoned you, if you ignore it, you will die a miserable death, for example, you will be carried on the other shoulder by him.
Gu Zhixiao sat on her father's shoulders with a smile, looking at the night view of the imperial capital. Feng Zhiwei was held tightly by Gu Nanyi's sleeves, and she left without looking back. The figure, getting longer and longer, gradually converged into one.
On the Wangdu Bridge, Ning Yi clings to the jug, looking at the three figures gradually fading in the moonlight, in his eyes, desolation and loneliness like falling flowers emerge.
After a long while, he raised his head, drank the wine in one gulp, then threw the fine porcelain jug into the water with a plop.
The sound of the wine jug falling into the water spread far away. He sat without moving. After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps approaching.
"Is that Master Wei who is famous all over the world..." Behind her was a woman's voice, soft and sweet, with a bit of habitual coquettishness, smiling, and seemed to glance in the direction where Feng Zhiwei disappeared, "Your Highness, He really loves... ah... "
The last half-joke was choked fiercely in the throat.
The woman opened her eyes wide and looked at the King Chu who was graceful and elegant just now, but now was full of sternness, holding her throat with one hand. Just now, she made a random joke and didn't want to turn his back on her. When she came over, her eyes went dark, and her throat was pinched in the next instant.