Ning Yi suddenly smiled, held her fist, and said, "Really, that's because you're not having fun, because you've always been so rational and restrained. At that moment, I really hope that you can be as common as a cheated woman, angry and flirtatious after being designed by a lover."
Feng Zhiwei looked at her fist, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, Ning Yi looked at her expression, and sighed lightly, "I only hope that you and I will be an ordinary couple tonight, but unfortunately you seem to be difficult to get into the drama. "
Feng Zhiwei forced a smile, and said: "The aptitude is dull, not good at acting, what can I do."
Ning Yi glanced at her and didn't refute. He let go of her fist, but hugged her by his side, and said, "Lie down for a while... There's something I want to watch with you."
Feng Zhiwei raised her head and let out a low "Huh".
At this time, she realized that the former resplendent and resplendent Nine Dragons Opera Pearl caisson had changed its appearance at this moment. The huge "bead" in the middle, which had a radius of one zhang, had turned transparent at this time, and through this "Pearl", you can see the roof of the main hall above. At some point, a large transparent dome slowly appeared, which seemed to be still rotating. When the dome fell down, the originally inconspicuous walls of the entire underground palace suddenly flashed countless fragments of light. Upon closer inspection, it was found that countless gemstones of the same color were inlaid on the walls, intertwined and reflected with the light of the sky. The light intertwined on all sides travels vertically and horizontally, and the colorful colors are dense, and people are in it, as if they are in the palace of heaven.
This scene was so radiant and dazzling that even Feng Zhiwei, who had read the beauty of the country for a long time, was shocked for a moment. She raised her head almost obsessively, and carefully looked at the blurred illusion created by the interlacing of light and light. Capture the trajectory in the colorful smoke, and forget even the admiration.
Ning Yi smiled and embraced her, he didn't look at the grotesque wonders in the world, but just tilted his head to look at the expression on Feng Zhiwei's face with a smile. Her usual calm face was finally like an ordinary woman at this moment, revealing surprise and bewilderment. With a look of selflessness, the colorful light of stars, moons and precious stones makes her eyebrows gorgeous, and her joy is also as bright as this brilliance.
In Ning Yi's eyes, there was a hint of pity.
After meeting for several years, it was the first time that I saw such an expression of surprise on her face.
It was not in vain that he searched all over the master craftsman, went down to the north of the mountain to invite a senior master who was hidden in the mountains, and spent three months and nights of processing to complete this mythical Xingyue Hall.
It was so difficult to win her a favor, so it was hard to change.
The night is quiet, the night is deep.
The main hall is also deep, but the light of the stars and the moon floats and sinks in the ground, surrounded by colorful lights, surrounded by floating waves, in the sea of light, the pair of people lying hugging each other and gazing at this wonderful scene with their heads up, In the flowing silence, each smiles, as if in the clouds.
After returning from Xiliang, Feng Zhiwei continued to be her Minister of Rites, and it was very peaceful for a while. There were rumors in the court that Wei Zhi would not sit in the position of Minister of Rites for a long time—according to the usual practice, the first minister Afterwards, he will be sent out to serve as great officials in the frontiers, and he will naturally be in charge of the cabinet when he returns. Wei Zhi has been wandering around the imperial capital all his career, and has not been released yet. Everyone waits and sees to see where he will be appointed in the end.
Feng Zhiwei herself doesn't care where to put it. If possible, she would like to go to Shanbei Road. Back then, there were many doubts about the Lulin Xiaojuan case. I heard that the leader of the Hang family who was dispersed fled away, and the remaining forces hid in the mountains. If If we meet, we can talk about it.
She has been back for several months and kept herself very busy on purpose. The imperial temple is close at hand. Except for the usual visit on the first day of her return, she avoided it for the rest of the time. When she came back to see Shao Ning, she was very shocked. , the girl was silent and desolate, and she no longer had the bright spirit of the past. Although she still looked eagerly at her eyes, she was distracted from time to time, as if she had other thoughts. Feng Zhiwei was thinking about Concubine Qing, and she came out Concubine Qing was just pregnant in Xiliang, but now she doesn't know what's going on? However, there was no trace of Concubine Qing found in Shaoning.
She also went to see the word "Huangmiao" carved on the bluestone at the mouth of the well the first time she came back. The characters there had disappeared and were as smooth as ever. Knowing who erased it, whether Ning Yi saw it or not.
Seeing a period of pretending to be busy, several months slipped by in an instant, and the early summer was approaching. He Lianzheng sent people from the grassland to deliver baskets of grapes, carefully wrapped in mulberry paper, and delivered them to Beijing day and night on fast horses. When the grapes arrived, they could still see the water vapor and white frost on the skins. As for the taste, it was so sweet that it pierced the heart. Every time Feng Zhiwei ate it, he lost his mind, and seemed to see the young master and Zhizhi in a trance. Beside him, the young master peeled the grapes slowly, and stuffed them into Zhizhi's mouth gently enough, and occasionally gave one to her, while Zhizhi leaned on her father's knee, but wiped the juice from his hands until Feng Zhiwei's knees were covered... Feng Zhi Mr. Wei suddenly woke up at the moment when the grape juice dripped down his knees, and then sighed slowly at his lonely shadow on the wall under the glowing lights of the room.
Thinking about it this way, the taste of loneliness is heart-wrenching, and even the best grapes will lose their taste. She carefully wrapped them up and planned to send some to Xiliang, but He Lianzheng was very careful in a certain way, and specially wrote to her to tell her that Xiliang Liang also sent a copy, and Feng Zhiwei ordered someone to buy small walnuts and send them over. Although Xiliang also had small walnuts, she always felt that the young master's favorite must be the walnuts from Dijing.
The young master also wrote to her, many very often, but every time, it was as if he was very distressed about the pen, ink and paper, so frugal that Feng Zhiwei wanted to cry—a paper as big as a palm, ten words that could be counted clearly by fingers, highly condensed and generalized Words, for example, a recent reply after receiving a small walnut is written like this: Received, delicious, miss you.
Basically, in his reply letter, the last two words are unchanged, and the first few words are combined according to the content of Feng Zhiwei's letter. The spring letter is: peach blossoms, miss you. Apricot blossoms, miss you. Pear blossoms, miss you. In summer, don't ask, it must be the lotus blooming, thinking of you. Lianpeng ripe, miss you. etc.