There, at some point, a figure appeared in a moon-white brocade robe, elegant and vulgar, with a face and temperament like a faint pear flower that melted into the moonlight, behind him was a dark black cloak that danced like a demon, and a huge light-gold mandala was flamboyant. flash.
He stood against the dark background, his expression was blurred and mottled, only half of his face turned upside down, with a faint smile on his face.
The two looked at each other in the deep alley, each calm and cool.
After a while he opened his mouth, his voice soft.
He said, "Zhiwei, thank you for your hard work."
He stretched out his hands towards her direction.
"Come on, give it to me."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him from a distance, looked at his smiling lips and non-smiling eyes, and suddenly felt that the sweet teasing of eating grapes at the mouth of the well a few hours ago seemed as far away as a hundred years ago.
This kind of confrontation is more like the scene when Jing Zhai himself accidentally saved Shao Ning, and when the Luohua Building fell, he rode his horse and looked up at him coldly.
Her gaze slowly fell on his outstretched hand, and he stubbornly maintained that posture - as if he knew she might not be willing to hand over the child, but wanted to know if she would give in for him.
After a while she sighed.
"Your Highness," she said, "I believe you have seen the writing on the well."
Ning Yi slowly withdrew his hand, stared at his palm in a daze, smiled, and said, "Thank you for reminding me yet."
"That's not what I mean." Feng Zhiwei said calmly, "What I mean is, since I made up my mind to remind you at the beginning, I naturally understand that for you, this child cannot be kept."
Ning Yi's eyes flickered, but he didn't show any joy. His expression was clearly waiting for her to say something next.
Feng Zhi sighed secretly - in the whole world, the one who understands her best is indeed Ning Yi.
"But there are some things that feel different when I'm planning and when I actually face them." She looked at Ning Yi sincerely, "For example, this child, when I have never met him, when he is just a stranger in Concubine Qing's belly When the illusory existence exists, I can decide to remind you after hesitation and give you a chance to get rid of him, but when this child is really held in my hands, weak and helpless in my arms, I have to think of him. Innocent, I have to think of the look in Yin'er's eyes when she was kind to me at the end of her life... Your Highness, no matter how ruthless I am, it is against the enemy, and I am, after all, a woman."
She stopped talking—unless she was vicious by nature, no woman would be able to kill an innocent baby with her own hands, and after all, she and Concubine Qing had no hatred, so she couldn't kill other people's newborns like this.
She has also been a mother—she once held little Gu Zhixiao in her arms and watched her grow up to three years old.
She was also full of tenderness and joy, sniffing her frankincense carefully, and when she lost her now, she was lonely and lonely in those desolate nights countless times.
Zhizhi is only her adopted daughter, while Concubine Qing is her biological son who was pregnant in October.
She knows that feeling.
Ning Yi was silent in the shadow of the alley.
"I want to remind you." She said softly, "It's impossible to do things too badly. You know that Concubine Qing is not a simple character. Once she survives and knows that she has lost this child, she will deal with you crazily. You might as well hold this child in your hands, as long as she knows that he is still alive, she will never be your enemy."
"After this incident, she and I are destined to be enemies." Ning Yi replied lightly.
"Since it is destined to be an enemy, why don't you have more weights in your hands that can check and balance her." Feng Zhiwei looked at his expression, and suddenly said, "Just now, you didn't find Concubine Qing?"
Ning Yi remained silent, not denying but admitting.
After a while he said, "You decided not to hand it over to me?"
Feng Zhiwei remained silent.
The silence in the deep alley was restored, it was a heavy and bleak silence, like a solid wall, thickly lying between the two.
After a while Ning Yi took a deep breath.
Feng Zhiwei has never seen him act like this before. In her impression, Ning Yi seems to be loose and distant, but in fact, she is decisive. She has been with him for so long, and she has never seen him hesitate for anything.
Immediately she heard Ning Yi say: "Leave it to me, and I promise you that I won't hurt his life."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him quietly, her eyes did not show distrust, but there was a hint of scrutiny, she said after a while, "Why don't you trust me?"
"You want to send him to the grassland, right?" Ning Yi said, "Just as you are worried about handing him over to me, I am also worried about the grassland, it's too far away, there are too many variables, and He Lianzheng is a lonely person. Once Concubine Qing knows something, with her ruthless and meticulous wrist, He Lianzheng may not be able to guard against it, to be honest, in the whole world, I don't believe anyone who can never be taken advantage of by others, except you and me."
Feng Zhiwei was silent, she had to admit that Ning Yi's concerns were justified, the grassland sky was high and the emperor was far away, even she couldn't take care of what was going to happen.
"Then what are you going to do with it?"
"This child must not touch any place with power and status." Ning Yi said decisively, "Neither can the grassland royal court. Don't worry, since I promised you to save his life, I will definitely not go back on my word."
Feng Zhiwei raised his eyes and looked into Ning Yi's eyes. He looked at her frankly, and there was no trace of conspiracy in his black pupils.
Feng Zhiwei looked down at the baby in his hand again, he was sleeping soundly, he clicked his mouth lightly, exuding a sweet frankincense, Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand and lightly teased his pink cheeks, feeling that the baby was plump and tender The elastic skin is smooth and soft, and there is a trace of tenderness in the bottom of my heart.
Just when this feeling came up, a vague idea suddenly flashed in her mind, like a flash of lightning, coming and going for an instant, and when she frowned and wanted to think about what she thought just now, she couldn't catch it no matter what.
She had no choice but to put that thought aside and look at the child carefully. It was a small soft package, but the weight was over a thousand ounces. Her eyes touched the bright yellow corner of the package, and her heart was shocked. Ning'an Palace read her mother's suicide note, and the suicide note was finally burned in the fire, but every single word in it was deeply embedded in her heart.
If the mother is here, she will definitely let her keep the child, so as to restrain Concubine Qing and Ning Yi...