For a moment, something flashed past her fleeting eyes.
Ning Yi kept looking up at her, this look made his heart tighten.
However, she returned to normal in an instant, her hand tightened, and she held his hand more forcefully.
Fingers intertwined, deeply clenched, Feng Zhiwei's hand and Ning Yi's waist exerted strength at the same time, turned over on the silk rope, and clung tightly to the silk rope.
When turning over, Ning Yi kicked on the cliff, knocking off a piece of pumice that couldn't be dropped.
The pumice stone fell rumbling down, echoing hollowly in the deep, deep abyss, sounding like a person falling.
With a squeak, the window sash opened wide, the second prince poked his head out, and looked down regretfully. Below was the vast sea of clouds, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
He frowned and looked down the cliff, and said in a low voice: "This guy is really sloppy. I just wanted to scare him and ask the envoy before killing him. He was so scared that he stumbled... Unfortunately, he didn't ask anything."
Without looking up at all, he drew back and slammed the window shut.
The two hugged each other tightly on the cliff and smiled at the same time.
Feng Zhiwei mouthed Ning Yi and asked, "Are you okay?"
Ning Yi didn't answer, but looked at her tenderly, tenderness bloomed slightly in his usually cold eyes, rippling with starlight, drunk with moonlight.
He suddenly stretched out his fingers, and carefully and meticulously wiped off the night dew and mud on her face because she was tightly pressed against the wall.
The mountain wall was so rugged that the mask had been broken due to friction, but fortunately it didn't hurt her skin.
Feng Zhiwei avoids his gaze unnaturally, points to the cliff, and motions to climb up, Ning Yi shakes his head.
Feng Zhiwei was startled, and then understood what he meant. Since Master Huang was "silenced", Mrs. Huang must not let her out alive. The guest room where Mrs. Huang rests is already very dangerous.
The two looked at each other, Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened his mouth, and softly whispered in his ear: "Emissary of Changning."
Ning Yi smiled approvingly in his eyes, nodded, raised his chin, and pointed to the other side of the cliff.
Feng Zhiwei knew that what he meant was that the envoy of Changning Fan was over there, that envoy was overwhelmed with alcohol and had gone to rest earlier, and this person had no martial arts.
The two of them were sticking to the cliff at this time, Ning Yi leaned against the mountain wall, clasped the mountain wall with one hand, and stepped on a protruding rock, Feng Zhiwei's back was pressed against his chest, hugged tightly by him, the mountain wind blew His clothes are bulging, his black hair is intertwined and fluttering, the sea of clouds is under his body, the vast expanse of blue sky is above his head, the vast distant mountains rush into his eyes, the vast territory is galloping, and in the blue sky in the distance, a ray of light blue morning light faintly reveals, Stretch out without bounds.
Heaven and earth muster, people are like mustard seeds.
Very small, very vast.
Very dangerous, very bright,
Although they knew that this was not the time to be obsessed, the two of them were still fascinated by the vast scene that was hard to meet again in this life. A deep and long sigh.
The country is beautiful, but it does not grow old with others.
After a long while, Feng Zhiwei sighed slightly, and the slightly wet eyelashes blinked off a little, whether it was dew or something else.
Ning Yi hugged her tightly, rubbing his chin against her silky hair, his eyes blurred.
Feng Zhi smiled, raised his hand, the dagger in his hand shone brightly, cut the piece of silk rope, then poked the dagger on the mountain wall, turned over with the dagger on his body, and crawled towards the room of the envoy of Changning.
Ning Yi followed closely behind, protecting her body.
The two quickly climbed to the back window of that room. Shuyu Mountain Villa pursues openness and nature. In the envoy's room, the back windows are large rows of porch windows. Although they are all closed, it is not difficult for the two of them. , Feng Zhiwei stuck to the cliff, using a dagger to pry the window latch.
Suddenly felt the crook of her leg warm, looked down and saw Ning Yi hugged her crook of leg, saw her look down, raised his face, and showed her a faint smile.
His smile tonight is different from the coolness in the rippling or windy currents of the day, it is rare clean and warm, dancing with a slight warmth, like a little crimson spark in the eternal night, far away, but so real and warm with.
Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at that look, and suddenly remembered that year, it was also a cliff, not too high, not too cold, not too dangerous, and someone gently hugged another person's leg, promising To be another's eyes.
Then down, now up, then she hugged him, and now he hugged her.
The heat from Ning Yi's palm came through, as if it was going to penetrate into the muscles and bones, she trembled, and the night rain of that year's mountain temple flashed before her eyes for a moment.
When the mountain temple listened to the rain at night, the fallen flowers at the corner of someone's robe were wet.
Feng Zhiwei withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyelashes.
With a very slight "click", the window latch was pushed open.
Pushing open the window sash silently, shrugging his shoulders, Ning Yi raised his hand to see her off, and Feng Zhiwei swept in like green smoke.
As soon as he landed, he rushed straight to the bed, and handed it out with a flash of blue light in his hand.
There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and Ning Yi had already rushed in.
Amidst the fierce wind, Feng Zhiwei put her hand on the man's throat, her lightness and lightness skill was better than Ning Yi's, she rushed with all her strength, and she was in front of the man in an instant.
The other party had no martial arts, but was startled by the wind, and was thrown up in panic.
A strange light flashed in the darkness.
It seemed to be bright and dim pale silver light.
Feng Zhiwei glanced out of the corner of his eye and groaned inwardly, screaming that it's not good, but the moves were exhausted and could not be retracted, and in his busy schedule, he only had time to kick a stool out to block Ning Yi who was rushing after him.
With a flash of silver light, her outstretched hand hurt, as if being pinched by pliers, and then she leaned over, being pulled by a strong force.
Immediately, a pair of cold fingers, cold but swift and firm, gently rested on her throat.
Feng Zhi smiled wryly.
Originally, he wanted to make his own finger into someone else's knife, but in the end it was his turn to become a fish.
The man behind him had a cold breath, like a corona hidden in the shadow of the moon.
He sat up slowly and precisely, there were no loopholes or dead ends in his sitting posture, not only Feng Zhiwei couldn't take advantage of the loopholes, but even Ning Yi who later found out that something was wrong had to stop.