She stopped suddenly, her eyes darkened layer by layer.
Ning Yi pursed his lips, didn't say anything, just said: "I'm leaving, you leave Beijing in seven days, no matter how busy I am, I will rush back to see you off, this trip is dangerous, I'll let Ning Cheng follow you."
"No need." Feng Zhiwei immediately refused. She knew Ning Cheng's position beside Ning Yi, and said that the protection was actually fake. It is his pistachio, and no one can replace it.
Ning Yi had already smiled, and suddenly pushed her into a blind corner of the wall.
Feng Zhiwei was caught off guard, and was firmly pressed against the wall by him, trapped between his arms and the wall. Before he had time to react, his eyes darkened. Under the cover of Huayan's cool breath, his forehead was slightly hot and wet, and Ning Yi's lips It has been printed lightly.
The gesture of him kissing her forehead lightly seemed to be worshiping, like the wind worshiping a distant mountain, and the snow worshiping a thousands of miles of icy lake.
Feng Zhi's fluttering eyelashes brushed against his cheeks, a slight itchiness changed his deep smile, he moved his lips away reluctantly, and gently scraped her nose with his long and slender fingers, breathing hot breath On the side of her neck, "I only hope that you are strong and brave, without any protection, but I also hope that you are weak and dependent, and can be kept by my side."
Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly, "It's really a contradictory wish."
Ning Yi sighed, slowly put down his arm in front of her, took another deep look at her, then turned and left.
His words were like sighs, scattered in the wind.
"Who says it's not..."
The afternoon sun stretched the man's shadow for a long time, and finally turned the corner of the street and disappeared. Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at his back, raised her hand, and stared in the air.
It was a gesture of calling, but from the beginning to the end, there was no call out of the mouth to match it.
Six days later, everything was done, and the envoy team going to Xiliang will leave Beijing tomorrow.
After thinking about it, Feng Zhiwei decided to keep Zong Chen. She is not the same as before, and the situation in the imperial capital also needs to be kept in check. Zong Chen and his organization, which is always hidden in the dark, have their own mature channels for inquiring about news.
As for Gu Nanyi—do you even need to ask? As soon as the news came out, two bags, one big and one small, had already been packed, for Young Master Gu and the young lady of Young Master Gu's family.
Feng Zhiwei didn't intend to stop them either, neither of those two people could stop them.
That day she came back from court, and she made an agreement with those few that she would get up early and go to bed early tomorrow, so she dragged her sleepy body and prepared to go back to her room.
Her bedroom is in the backyard, which is a single courtyard. It has its own small kitchen, but it has never opened fire. She passed the kitchen door casually, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The light was on in the kitchen, the door was ajar, and a low voice could be heard.
"This way... 70% noodles... Yes... Add lard and sugar... Your kneading gesture is wrong... let's go small..."
"No need." The voice was light and cool, so familiar that he could hear it in his dreams, "I will do it myself."
There is a faint, haunting fragrance floating out. Many years ago, in the shabby house of the small courtyard of the Autumn Mansion, someone was full of warmth and made it by himself, but now it is in the heaven and earth, and the fragrance that cannot be found again.
She leaned against the wall and froze there.
Through the crack of the door, someone heard a noise and turned his head.
The light and shadow of the oil lamp in the kitchen was dim, and the man in the crack of the door looked back with a smile, the light hit his eyes, which were usually calm and slightly cold, but now they were as warm as jade, like black jade chess pieces soaked in the sparkling water.
Feng Zhiwei leaned against the door frame, standing there in a daze.
There was a thin layer of night dew around her, and her fine eyelashes were condensed with ice-clear moisture, making her eyes more and more misty, making it difficult for people to see clearly what kind of thoughts were surging behind the eyes.
Ning Yi looked at her like this and smiled.
A smile like Utan blooming in the halo of yellow.
He dropped the things in his hands, walked over, pulled the door panel, leaned over to look at her with a smile, and said, "What? Are you petrified?"
I scratched the nose of someone who was still there stupidly.
Feng Zhiwei's nose itched, and she sneezed with an "Ah-choo", and a white mist rose in front of her face. She widened her eyes, rubbed her nose, and found that her hand was covered with flour.
Looking at Ning Yi again, his hands are full of flour, and even the door panel he was holding on just now left white five-finger marks.
Feng Zhiwei's eyes moved up along the white finger prints, looking at Ning Yi whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands were covered with flour, and even the brows had a little bit of flour on his brows at some point, and at his still ignorant habit. Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and the white spots on the tip of the eyebrows fell rustlingly, falling on the black eyebrows, and the more he looked, the more fresh and funny he felt, and he felt much cuter than someone who was usually condensed and deep , couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Ning Yi leaned against the door frame and asked her leisurely. He didn't pat his hands full of flour, but aimed at her with ill intentions, as if looking for where to make a handprint. Feng Zhiwei was vigilant. After taking two steps back, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I laughed at the king of Chu, who is so romantic all over the imperial capital. If your pink friends see you like this, I don't know what expression they will have."
"They won't see me like this." Ning Yi smiled, trying to use his white hands to habitually caress Feng Zhiwei's temples, but Feng Zhiwei jumped away vigilantly, so he had no choice but to let go, "I The appearance, under the whole world, will only be shown to you."
Feng Zhiwei said with a "huh": "That's right, this appearance is really detrimental to His Highness's glamorous demeanor, it's fine for me to show you, don't frighten the beauty."
After saying this, I felt something was wrong, and sure enough, the guy who reacted very quickly laughed immediately, and said like a fox: "I seem to smell a strong smell of vinegar?"
"Maybe the cook knocked over the vinegar bottle?" Feng Zhiwei was afraid that he would get entangled in this issue, so she squeezed past him and saw some dough on the chopping board, a basket of fresh chopped vines, and several small bowls. Filled with lard, clear oil, salt, sugar and other things, the cook stood aside with a smile, but he was not the cook from his own house. It must be that Ning Yi was worried about his side, so he simply brought the cook.
"You came back too early." Standing behind her, Ning Yi waved his hand to signal the cook to step back, and said regretfully, "I planned to bring you freshly baked wisteria pancakes as soon as you came back, but now Lord Wei You have to wait for a while before you can eat the delicacies delivered by the little one."