He stared fixedly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, open and bright, but concealing a bit of desolation.
He said:
"good."
He Lianzheng's back when he left, crushed the fallen leaves in early winter. Not long after, a thin layer of snow accumulated on the fallen leaves-this year, Xiliang had a miraculous snowfall.
Xiliang, which is located in the southern Xinjiang, is very difficult to get snow. The government and the public are full of joy, saying that the Holy Lord has descended from the sky and the heavens are auspicious, and so on. The thin snow that can't even be covered by straw mats actually held a grand snow appreciation event Banquet on the snow and so on, the snow will melt away as soon as you step on it, it is rare for those literati and poets to be able to write poems in front of the pool of muddy water, and write 180 snow appreciation poems during the banquet, all for Young Master Gu Take it and light the stove.
Young Master Gu did not live in the palace, he bought a house near the palace and entered the palace every day. Concubine Mi seemed to express some dissatisfaction at first, but after Feng Zhiwei ordered someone to insert knives on all the stools in her palace one night , she never expressed her disapproval of this matter.
Feng Zhiwei knew people like Concubine Mi very well. It was not easy for her to survive, so she would live a more careful life in the future. No one's life would be as important as her own. Feng Zhiwei used that kind of trickery to tell She—although you are trying to get in the way, but if there is a little mistake on my side, I will never stop with you.
I believe that after Concubine Mi thinks it through, she won't embarrass Young Master Gu anymore, after all, the object they want to protect is the same person.
That year's New Year's Eve, Zong Chen rushed to see Feng Zhiwei wanting to complain, but when he looked at the majestic imperial city, he sighed again and didn't say anything. Girl, let them spend a new year together for the first time. Who would have thought that at night, Gu Zhixiao would send someone to pick her up with Young Master Gu Zongchen into the palace. Waiting for them in the cold wind.
The huge palace gate opened a pale void, the child's shadow stood in the middle, huddled into a small ball, Feng Zhiwei looked at it from a distance, suddenly felt a pang in his heart.
Young Master Gu has already walked over quickly and embraced her in his arms.
He hugged his daughter, turned around in front of the palace gate, looked at Feng Zhiwei from a distance, Feng Zhiwei held the palace gate, pursed his lips, and showed him a knowing smile.
Young Master Gu lowered his eyes, hugged Gu Zhixiao and walked slowly into the palace without saying a word.
The figures of the three formed long reflections on the white stone ground, and the palace walls on all sides silently covered them.
That night, the four of them sat around to celebrate the New Year, but Concubine Mi thoughtfully did not disturb her, because Gu Zhixiao hadn't officially ascended the throne yet, and there was no celebration. The voting had already reached the final round, and Lu Rui was already preparing for the first month's enthronement.
Gu Zhixiao was already sleepy, but insisted on watching the new year. The four of them ate the New Year's Eve dinner silently around the fire. At midnight, the sleepy Gu Zhixiao hugged Young Master Gu, and said in a low voice: "You promise stay with me."
Gu Nanyi patted her lightly, but she was looking at Feng Zhiwei, Feng Zhiwei looked away, pursed her lips, and after a long while forced a smile and said: "Daddy will be with you."
Gu Nanyi suddenly reached out, grabbed Zong Chen who was beside Mo Li, and said, "Protect her well."
After thinking for a while, he added: "Death."
After thinking about it again, I felt that this seemed a bit too much, and added another sentence: "I will replenish it for you."
What he meant was that since Zong Chen was asked to take his life to protect Feng Zhiwei, if one day he really caused Zong Chen to lose his life, he would also use his life to make up for it.
Feng Zhiwei coughed, forced a smile and said, "It's New Year's Eve, what are you talking about, we all have to be good."
She stood up as if fleeing, dragged Zong Chen into the room, and said: "Just wait for you to come and remove the poison from me."
The Gu poison under Jin Siyu needs an antidote every New Year's Eve, but after He Lianzheng found the source of the Gu, Zong Chen studied it for more than half a year, and based on the strange internal force in Feng Zhiwei's body that gets stronger with each strength, he found the antidote. A good way that doesn’t require Jin Siyu’s antidote is to use the golden needle to cross the acupoint at the moment when the poison is about to be released every year, to pull out the poison layer by layer, and help Feng Zhiwei’s true strength to reach a higher level Zong Chen had been using drugs to prime Feng Zhiwei before, so that he could get rid of Feng Zhiwei's poison on this day. One time would not be enough. According to the plan, it would take about three years to get rid of the poison.
This is also the reason why Feng Zhiwei didn't ask Jin Siyu for the antidote. Her body was already prepared for this method of removing poison. Asking for Jin Siyu's antidote instead disrupted Zong Chen's arrangement. Zong Chen took risks at his own hands, and he didn't want to be someone else's puppet for the rest of his life.
That night, Young Master Gu stood guard at the door of the room. He knew that this kind of poison removal must be painful and dangerous, and he was waiting to protect Feng Zhiwei at any time, but the room was quiet and silent. He stepped on and heard a low-pitched conversation, and it was Zong Chen who asked, "Why did you choose this method? You will feel much better with Jin Siyu's antidote."
There was silence in the room, Gu Nanyi pressed his face against the door panel, and waited quietly, only after a long time did he hear Feng Zhiwei's tired voice.
"Because I can be stronger this way, and he doesn't have to worry about me anymore."
After a conversation, the room returned to silence, and Feng Zhiwei coughed faintly. Gu Nanyi's face was gently pressed against the door panel, motionless, as if he was asleep. Only the wind that brushed his veil could be seen. There was a thin layer of mist at the bottom of his long eyelashes.
On the tenth day of the first lunar month in the fourth year of Yanzuo, the Xiliang court, under the auspices of Da Sima, amended the law of royal succession to confirm that women can inherit the throne. Shuo first year.
On the twenty-fifth day of the first lunar month, Wei Zhi, the envoy of Tiansheng, returned home. The empress personally sent him off with the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. Search until empty.
I have been with her day and night for nearly four years, and the person who parted with her once did not come.
Hiding a trace of loneliness in his eyes, Feng Zhiwei steered his horse, the spring breeze in Longjiang Station was so soft, but his heart was desolate in an instant.
The hustle and bustle of the crowd behind him gradually faded away, and the long and boundless road ahead spread out before him. Feng Zhiwei shook the reins and wanted to let the horse go, and quickly threw Xiliang Jincheng behind him, but suddenly he seemed to have a good understanding, and looked back sideways. To the distant woods.