"Of course it's good." Feng Zhi smiled and squinted at him.
Ning Yi came over with a small bowl of silver spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it with a smile, saying, "How can I enjoy such delicious food all by myself? Come on, you can also use some."
Feng Zhiwei turned pale with fright, stood up hastily, and sat down halfway when she realized that something was wrong, she vaguely felt a creak under her body, she quickly turned her head and said with a smile: "Don't! I ate too much tonight. Too much, it makes my stomach swell, and I will throw up if I eat it again, what a shame."
Ning Yi withdrew the spoon, still with that shimmering smile, said indifferently: "Oh? Is that so?" He ate a few mouthfuls regrettably, praised a few times, and stopped talking.
He is like a man of heaven, he is superficial about what he eats and uses, and he is not greedy like ordinary people when he likes anything. He even controls his likes and interests without revealing them. He doesn't want others to see his weaknesses. Feng Zhiwei has no hope He gorged himself, and when he stopped after two mouthfuls, he immediately held his chin with a smile and said, "Actually... Your Highness, I didn't finish what I just said."
"oh?"
"The pigeon eggs in this dish are real, and there is also minced Feilong meat, but there is another main ingredient..." Feng Zhi smiled maliciously, "It's the Hechong meat from the south..."
Before the words finished, Ning Yi put down the bowl with a slap, his face turned pale.
Immediately stood up hurriedly, forced a smile and said: "Suddenly remembered that there is still something to deal with, I will go back first, you should rest early."
"No delivery, no delivery." Feng Zhiwei leaned against the pavilion railing, smiled Qiaoxi and waved her sleeves, watching Ning Yi walk to the side of the well and go down the secret passage of the trap as if he was running away, walking more simply and neatly than ever before, Smiling very proudly.
As soon as Ning Yi's figure disappeared at the mouth of the well, the smile on her face disappeared, and she was stunned for a while, then stood up, rubbed her sore buttocks, and hugged the box in her arms.
She stroked the box lightly, and found that the seal of the box had been opened at the beginning. The letter paper that had been wet by water had probably been carefully sunbaked by Hua Qiong later, and the edges looked thin and brittle, squeezed against the opening. It was so full that it was blown by the wind and made a soft rustling sound, as if it was rushing to fall into her hands. With just a flick of her fingers, she could draw out a letter, which represented mystery and unknown just like before. I don’t know if it will be the one with reeds and bird feathers, or the one with Anlanyu sea tide and coral, or the only reply letter from her, with the temperature of her fingers and the joy of that year, in the vicissitudes of life After time, the cold bottom of the river returns.
It’s just that it was mysterious and unknown at that time, and I had the joy of enlightenment and anticipation in my heart. At this time, the mysterious and unknown is still there, but the mood at that time is no longer there.
Sure enough, the world is changing, the mood of the previous moment, the history of the next moment.
She stood holding the box for a long time, her eyelashes were wet with dew, but she didn't open the box in the end, and didn't try to take out any letter.
When it was almost dawn, she carried the box back to the room, her back was a little swaying and lonely.
she does not know.
Someone entered the secret passage at the bottom of the well, but he didn't vomit, nor did he leave quickly.
The water level at the bottom of the well receded quickly, and he was silent for a long time on the slightly damp ground in front of the door of the secret passage, the original whiteness of nausea on his face had long since faded, replaced by another cool jade color.
The moonlight above his head fell and fell on the side of the mouth of the well, making him look very bright and cold at the same time. In the cold light, he stood like a snow-laden bamboo, his sleeves hanging in the shadows that the moonlight could not reach, In the vaguely hidden sleeves, between the fingers, there is a whitish square thing rustling softly in the whirling wind in the dark.
The next day Hua Qiong and his wife left, Feng Zhiwei went anyway, the woman in Changfengli smiled brightly, hugged Feng Zhiwei silently, and whispered an order in her ears, it was just the word "take care".
Take care of yourself, take care of each other, the mountains are high and the waters are long, waiting for you to meet.
Feng Zhiwei stood in the post pavilion, looking at the back of the woman who didn't turn her head back, the corners of her eyes were slightly wet, her confidant all her life, but destined to get together less and leave more, when they meet again, they don't know what month or year.
Far away, but saw Hua Qiong who was going away suddenly turned her back to her, raised her hand, a dark light flashed in the raised palm, Feng Zhiwei recognized that it was the relic of Mrs. Feng that she had given her as a gift when she was in the grassland.
Hua Qiong was telling her in her own way that the grassland vowed not to forget.
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, and heard someone whispering in the wind, a gentle voice that had long gone.
There was a faint blue-green aura coming from behind. Someone floated over without a sound. They didn't hold the lonely woman in their arms and give them tenderness at this moment like many people did. They just stood three feet behind her intently. Earth, eat walnuts.
A pile of walnut shells had accumulated on the ground, and he stood in the pile of shells, slurring his head, without raising his eyes, and without glancing at the woman, he said, "I'm here."
Feng Zhiwei's eyes were slightly bent, with a gentle smile, she turned around and brushed off the walnut crumbs on Young Master Gu's clothes, and said, "Yes, it's good that you are here."
Suddenly heard the sound of carriages and horses, turned around and saw a group of guards of honor approaching, it turned out to be Ning Yi's, Feng Zhiwei avoided the side of the road, but Ning Yi had already seen her, ordered the sedan chair to stop, opened the curtain, and said with a smile: "Is Marquis Wei seeing off a friend?"
"His Highness Cheng asks." Feng Zhiwei looked at his nose and heart, "Send Hua Shen to leave Beijing."
Ning Yi stared at her, nodded, and said: "We must say goodbye after a long distance, Wei Hou doesn't seem to be too sad."
Feng Zhiwei wondered which eye of yours saw me sad? In front of the group of officials that Ning Yi was leading, he faked a smile of gratitude, "Your Highness really has a heart, and the next official was immediately moved so that he doesn't feel sad."
Some people giggled, Feng Zhiwei looked blank, but Ning Yi was not angry, and said calmly: "Since Marquis Wei is here, you might as well send me off as well."
"Where is your Highness going?"
"Your Majesty wants to build a temporary palace in Los Angeles County, and ordered me to take the people from the Ministry of Industry to look at the terrain first, choose a suitable place, and then start building."
Feng Zhiwei's eyes flashed—Luo County is a suburban county of the Imperial Capital, and it has always been famous for its beautiful scenery. It is normal for Emperor Tiansheng to want to build a palace here, but Ning Yi never talks nonsense to her on such occasions. After thinking about it for a while, I have a vague idea in my mind - Luo County has developed water and land transportation, guards the gate of the imperial capital, is close to the Huwei camp, and can go south to Jianghuai and north to Hedong. This palace is probably the emperor's plan for Qianqiu Sheji. Let's build another shelter for the descendants of the dynasty.