"I think they are very willing." Ning Yi said indifferently, "When it comes to your reputation in the eyes of Qingming and the people of the world, I am afraid that you have already surpassed me."
Feng Zhiwei turned to look at him, but Ning Yi was fine, "The times make heroes, scholars and the common people need someone like you as a leader, this position is not suitable for me, Zhiwei, go ahead."
Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyes, who in this world is as clear as a mirror? I can see all the deep thoughts behind the thick fog, but stand far away, daring to let everything go.
"Go and rest, I see you are very tired." She pushed him.
Ning Yi hummed, let go gently, and put down the high rolled up sleeves, but pinched her fingertips at the bottom of the sleeves again, his fingers were warm, with a greasy feeling of flour, and the sleeves were familiar with the touch. The faint fragrance was lingering, Feng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, his cold fingertips were gradually warmed up, in such gentle touch, it seemed as if there were fine electric lights passing through the body, shaking slightly trembling.
She had been sitting without moving, watching Ning Yi open the door and go out, her back disappeared into the darker and darker night, the warm mist in the kitchen gradually settled down, faintly like frost on the glass, sticking to the table On the table, there was a layer of crystal clear water vapor, exuding a faint coldness, she slowly stretched out her fingers, unconsciously drawing something on the table, but when the drawing was about to end, her body trembled suddenly, Withdrew his fingers back.
After a long time she stood up, the warm mist had dissipated, and the kitchen became more and more empty and cold. She slowly packed the cold cakes, carefully wrapped them in mulberry paper, and prepared to take them on the road tomorrow.
The cake in the paper bag exuded a faint fragrance of wisteria, and she remembered that eating wisteria cake for so many years was actually a fixed day.
Every year today.
her birthday.
real birthday.
Only on that day, Niang would not be afraid to take the trouble to pick vines. In a big bag, there are only some sprouts that can be made into cakes. After a little cleaning, kneading and rolling noodles, lard had to go to the big kitchen to ask for it. She has always been a self-conscious and self-respecting person, and only once a year, she agreed with her mother to make the smiles of those snobbish women in the kitchen, because she knew that if she didn't let her mother do this, she would feel that she had been wronged, and she didn't want her mother to bring her back. Accompany her through such days with a sense of loss.
In those years, I didn't know why my birthday was different from what my mother announced, and I didn't know why I always celebrated my birthday secretly. She asked, but Mother didn't answer, but just stroked her head sadly, gently Said: "Zhiwei, one day you will understand."
Now she really understood, but it was too late.
After the heavy snow that year, she thought that she would never eat wisteria pancakes on any birthday, nor did she plan to make them for herself. Some things are past, buried deep, and dug out, but in vain peeling off old wounds That's all.
Never thought that tonight, with an unintentional mention, she would encounter another scent of wisteria.
Feng Zhiwei pressed the chopping board with his hands, feeling the bone-chilling coldness, his eyes flickered, and there were slight doubts.
Is the wisteria cake tonight a coincidence, or...
After a while, she closed her eyes and sighed.
Turning around, her frost-like eyes enveloped the Imperial Temple, where two women with ulterior motives were plotting Sen Leng's plan under the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.
There, a newborn son of a dynasty is being conceived, waiting to be picked out at the most suitable time, stirring up this royal family tree that wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop the battle for power.
She pondered, picked up the paper bag, closed the kitchen door, walked slowly to the backyard, and sat down by the well that led directly to Chu Wang's mansion.
The well water is clear, reflecting the hazy moon tonight, and the shadows of trees whirling around, like countless pairs of fingers unable to stretch out and grasp.
Sitting by the well platform, she looked up at the moon for a long time, until she saw through the moonlight, shattered into clouds, and painted the morning light on the horizon.
At dawn, she got up slowly, and left the well platform with her clothes covered in dew.
The well platform was silent, as if it was about to remain silent forever, to remember the turbulent silence of this night silently.
The morning sun shot over like pieces of gold and hit the well platform.
There, in a not-so-conspicuous corner, there were two thin characters, which looked like nails were used to scratch the bluestone along the well with internal force.
"The imperial temple."
When it was dawn, the carriages and horses were ready in the front yard, and the elder and younger were waiting for her at the door in high spirits.
Feng Zhiwei reluctantly tidied herself up, thinking that she should have covered up the gauntness of not sleeping all night, and didn't want Gu Nanyi to say when she saw her, "I didn't sleep."
Feng Zhi smirked slightly, Gu left and right said to him, "Have you brought all the things? Gu Zhixiao needs a big pillow for sleeping every night..."
Something bumped into her leg. Looking back, Miss Gu had a big pillow in her left arm, and a cage in her right arm. The cage couldn't be lifted, and it was dragging on the ground. There were two monkeys on her shoulders. The whole figure is like a mass of rampant mobile baby carriages, hitting all the servants and servants running away.
Feng Zhiwei squatted down, the cage was very delicate, but there was nothing inside, what was this girl doing carrying the cage all the way
She sincerely asked Ms. Gu for advice, and Ms. Gu rolled her eyes at her, and said slowly, "I heard there are many fun things over there."
Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized that the young lady of the Gu family had heard that there were many rare and exotic animals in Xiliang, southern Fujian, and she was going to catch a pair of golden pen monkeys to strengthen the pet team.
"Then there's no need to take the cage from here..." Feng Zhiwei taught earnestly, thinking that if such a thing appeared in the court team going to Xiliang, people would misunderstand her as walking around.
Miss Gu's family didn't say a word, and snapped the base of the cage up and down.
"boom."
With a muffled sound, the top of the cage woven with golden silk and bamboo strips suddenly fell apart, and several originally curved strips suddenly bounced up, and the tips of the strips were as sharp as arrows, piercing Feng Zhiwei's eyes!
Feng Zhiwei was in the pose of bending over to ask, and she was very close to the cage. She never thought that the cage of this child who was less than three years old was actually a murderous weapon, and she was surprised that the bamboo strips were approaching!
"Crack."
A hand suddenly reached out, lifted Feng Zhiwei away, and with a flick of the finger, the bamboo strips turned into green powder in mid-air and fell to the ground.