However, Young Master Gu remained steadfast and continued to eat.
Hey, the young master is so easy to talk to
did not hear it
Of course Gu Nanyi heard that sentence, and he was thinking calmly, this worm is much more delicious than the ones he ate when he was homeless when he was three years old, the cook in Wei Mansion is good, he can make unpalatable worms like this.
While thinking about it, he instructed Feng Zhiwei, "Next time, try green worms, grasshoppers, and bell worms. The meat is crispy. Like this one, it's sour."
Hua Qiong suddenly suppressed his smile.
Zong Chen had already put down his chopsticks, his eyes were far away, a little sad.
Yan Huaishi looked left and right, the wealthy son, he didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a while.
Feng Zhiwei was already frozen there.
What is he saying
She knew that Gu Nanyi, because of his own reasons, this person had to live a careful and dignified life, and he had to pay more attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation than ordinary people, otherwise it would be very painful, so he could never be a bug eater, but what he said just now In a word, that kind of natural, casual, calm and calm attitude, it is obvious that he has really fed on it, and it has been a long time.
What has this delicate and precious young man like a jade carving experienced behind that closed and quiet world
Feng Zhiwei vaguely remembered Zong Chen once said that he really came to Gu Nanyi's side after he was six years old, before Gu Nanyi lost his father when he was three years old, and the people in his original organization were dispersed. For three years, there was no one there. The three-year-old child he was taking care of lived alone in the rivers and lakes until Zong Chen found him in a ruined temple deep in the mountains. On that side, Zong Chen fulfilled the Xuanyuan family's oath and came out to protect him.
What kind of life did such a special child live during those three years of wandering
What kind of meeting scene made Zong Chen, who was born in the Xuanyuan family, to give up his freedom and protect him wholeheartedly
Feng Zhiwei suddenly hated herself for being too numb and ruthless before, why hadn't she thought carefully about how a person like Gu Nanyi survived those three years in his childhood
But, did you not expect it, or did you not dare to think about it
"I'm full and full. I have to get up early tomorrow. Let's go." Seeing her sitting blankly, Hua Qiong's eyes flashed, she stretched and got up first, and picked up Feng Zhiwei. Said: "Hold on, walk with me to digest food, or I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."
Feng Zhiwei forced a smile and said: "Okay." He ordered people to evacuate the table, everyone was always together, very casual, and went back separately, Feng Zhiwei took Hua Qiong and went for a walk in the backyard garden.
The scenery at the end of spring is just right. Although the flowers are half-rested in the night, they have a gentle and subtle style. The moonlight pours down on those half-opened bones like milk, revealing a little bit of red and purple, which is beautiful and quiet.
The scents from all around diffused thickly and faintly, nightflower, epiphyllum, phoenix, and canna. Among the various scents, Hua Qiong took a deep breath, and stretched her eyebrows, "Tomorrow, I will leave the Imperial Capital! Happy!"
"Don't like it here?" Fengzhi asked with a smile.
"What do you think?" Hua Qiong narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Dijing has already shown me a test case!"
She suddenly turned around and shook Feng Zhiwei's hand, and said sincerely: "Zhiwei, I don't know what you think, but I think that you look like a beautiful flower now, but you are actually walking on the edge of a cliff. , accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. If you are in the same temple, you are not of the same mind. The higher you climb, the faster you climb, the more dangerous you are, because you are a lonely minister, or a lonely minister who is envied by everyone. It is like a test case. Who will help you then?"
She also thought of this... Feng Zhi smiled lightly, "Are you trying to persuade me that a good bird should choose a tree to live in?"
"I advise you to at least make an appearance of attachment, just like you persuaded me to be dirty with the officialdom just now." Hua Qiong said, "Even if you have both sides, it's good if you are in Cao Ying and your heart is in Han. , I don’t care about these, I only hope that you can stand firm in the imperial capital.”
"Your Majesty wants me to be a lone minister." Feng Zhiwei said softly, "Wei Zhitai is famous, and he won't be at ease if such a person falls into anyone's camp. The old guy has not lost control of the court. , it’s more important than keeping up with him.”
"You are talking about him with me." Hua Qiong gave her a look, "You know what I mean, you know that I don't want you to join someone's camp."
Feng Zhiwei stopped talking, and smiled thoughtfully. Hua Qiong observed her expression, but still couldn't grasp whether Feng Zhiwei's lost memory still existed or not. Think about it or say directly: "I think His Highness is sincere to you, I don't care what you think, just for your own foothold, you might as well get along well with him."
"That's natural." Feng Zhiwei said lightly.
Hua Qiong looked at her, hesitated to speak, but Feng Zhiwei smiled again, "You used to persuade me to stay away from him, but now your tone has changed."
"That's because the times have changed." Hua Qiong sighed softly, "Thus now, he is the prince with the most limelight, and you are the minister with the highest reputation. If you can't be used by him, I'm afraid, in the future..."
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, her eyes in the night were as gentle as those half-rested flowers, and she couldn't see any special emotion.
Hua Qiong's voice was suddenly softer than the wind.
"You told me that year that you wanted to learn to cherish some rare thoughts in your life, and wanted to obey your own heart once in a while. Now... is your heart still there?"
Is your heart still there
The easiest question, the hardest answer.
The surroundings are very quiet, the night insects refuse to sing, the flowers gather their branches and leaves, and the moon gathers its brilliance. Everything is waiting for an answer, but that man confronts the world with silence.
After a long time, I sighed, but I didn't know whose sigh it was.
After a long while Hua Qiong suddenly walked away, Feng Zhiwei didn't move, leaning against the pavilion railing, staring at the faintly rippling pond, remembering that night in Chu Palace, there was a woman who asked and answered heavy and sadly in the light of blood.
After a while, footsteps sounded from behind again, Hua Qiong came back, Feng Zhiwei still didn't move, but suddenly something came from behind her.
The light green wood is elegant in color, with a natural beautiful texture of returning wind and dancing snow, and a golden mandala flower is branded on the edge.