Hang Ming fell silent, of course he knew that what Feng Zhiwei said was the truth, even if he didn't want to cooperate with Feng Zhiwei, he still had to think about how big the world was, whether there was a second Jiang Huai is used for his brothers to hide, Feng Zhiwei can find out his background, others may not be able to find out.
"I won't force you now, I'll just show you a way." Feng Zhiwei put his hands on the window and said calmly, "You follow my instructions, leave Jianghuai, go to the place I pointed out to you, and when you get there, I will supply Your food, chariots, horses and weapons are for your development and growth. In the future, whether you want to rely on those entrenched places to continue to be your underworld kings, or wait for the opportunity to make a difference, I will not interfere with you. I only ask you to Everything I give you is confidential."
Hang Ming remained silent. This condition sounded like a trap, but because of this, he believed it a little bit. With Wei Zhi's ability and identity, it was just a matter of raising his hand to kill them. There was no need to lose money. It took a lot of time to pay the compensation, he thought about it, raised his head if he realized something, and said: "Could it be... soon... there will be a war?"
Feng Zhiwei just smiled lightly.
She turned around, looked at Hang Ming, patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the south, and smiled meaningfully.
"Brother Hang, the flying dragon is in the sky, covering the land and covering the land, the heroes of the world, who should shoot it?"
At the end of the seventeenth year of Changxi, the Mielong Gang was defeated by the chief envoy Yamen. Two years earlier, he led his subordinates to take down Mielong Jiangshan. Long then became the Shenglong Gang again, and it has never recovered since then, as has the entire Jianghuai underworld. Under the iron-fisted rule of the chief executive, all the gangs are submissive and more peaceful than good people.
On the New Year's Eve of the seventeenth year of Changxi, because these gangsters no longer dared to charge all kinds of protection fees, big and small traders had a fat year, so many traders spontaneously organized themselves and put them at the gate of the chief minister's office for a day and a night The firecrackers, the ground with a radius of tens of feet, are full of bright red firecracker debris.
It was very lively outside, but there was no New Year's atmosphere in the chief envoy's yamen. Feng Zhiwei was in a bad mood thinking of those confidants from all over the world, reluctantly greeted Zong Chen and all the guards to have a New Year's Eve dinner, and told Zong Chen Don't forget to send someone to send the fresh things collected in the market on the Jianghuai side to Xiliang, and take care of two copies, so don't forget Young Master Gu, and then return to your backyard.
The night of New Year's Eve was her routine night to get rid of the poison. After tossing and tossing until midnight, Zong Chen came out tired and said: "You should rest well, and in another year, we will get rid of the poison."
Feng Zhi smiled, watched Zong Chen leave, and slowly sat up from the bed, the firecrackers outside the mansion were making a lot of noise, making the surroundings even more desolate, there was no light in the house, everything was silent in the snow light coming in from the window, half of the face was dark Half pale.
Feng Zhiwei hugged the quilt, feeling empty in her heart, unable to be filled by those distant noises.
But there was a flute sound suddenly.
It was vaguely the sound of the flute that was ethereal and clear that year, but there was an added layer of desolation and desolation, which came from the sky faintly, blowing apart the lively and bleak snowy night.
Feng Zhiwei sat on the bed in a daze, she put her hands under the quilt even though the window was close at hand and could open it, she didn't move as if she was overwhelmed by the cold.
The sound of the flute did not stop because of this, it continued to blow tirelessly and endlessly, like that year in the underground prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, which lasted all night.
The snowy light gradually faded, and through the window lattice, one could see the person sitting still on the bed, with a cold light shining on the top of the loose black hair, which looked like black silk turning into snow from a distance.
In the middle of the night, there was a gust of wind outside, and the unfastened window lattice was blown open with a bang, the window was wide open, and she saw him as soon as she raised her eyes.
On the brown branch of a cypress tree outside the courtyard in front, the man was sitting with a flute, his moon-white clothes were falling down like flying snow, and a half amber moon in the distance hung leisurely in the blue sky of floating clouds. Against the background of dead leaves and dead branches, the crimson cloak behind him was rolled up, and golden mandala flowers bloomed.
So bright, so cool.
He held a jade flute with purple tassels in his hand, and the sound of the flute whimpered, startling Qin Louyue.
The window was open, and he turned his head to look, one sitting and one lying down, looking at each other through the window.
In her eyes, there is this New Year's Eve snowy night melting into the moon, and the moonlight makes people heartbroken.
In his eyes, there is this quiet room with a lonely window surrounded by people, facing each other head-on and having two thoughts.
The eyes shifted, and the snow fell silently.
I don't know how long it took before Zhiwei forced a smile, and said softly: "It's cold... come in and warm up..."
Ning Yi turned the jade flute in his hand and glanced at her lightly, she immediately interrupted her words and looked around in embarrassment—as if she forgot to light the brazier.
"Your place is not warmer than mine." Ning Yi still replied with puns.
Feng Zhiwei was silent, Ning Yi looked up at the moon, this was the first time the two met after the banquet at Shuiyue Mountain Villa, and they each had their own busy schedules, but whether it was people or their hearts that were busy, it was only him clear.
After a long time, Ning Yi said softly: "Let me inform you that you may leave your post early after the year, and Master Yao will retire. His Majesty may directly elect you into the cabinet."
Feng Zhiwei smiled as expected.
Ning Yi said again: "Besides... Zhiwei... after this year's New Year's Eve... I have to accept a concubine."
Feng Zhiwei raised her eyelashes, looked at him deeply, smiled lightly for a while, and said: "Is that so... Congratulations."
Ning Yi has been watching her closely all the time, the two of them didn't avoid their eyes tonight, each looked into each other's eyes, as if watching for the last time, wanting to greedily absorb the eyes from memory.
In the end, he closed his eyes, stroked the jade flute slowly with his fingers, and said decisively for a while, "Zhiwei, let me ask you one last time."
Feng Zhiwei slowly hugged her shoulders, as if she couldn't bear the coldness of the night, she forced a smile and said, "It's late at night, let's talk about it tomorrow..."
"Would you like to be my concubine?"
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes.
In an instant, two words flowed through my heart, with the sharp light and shadow of the past five years, passing the bloody rouge dyed all over my life, over and over again, like singing, endlessly.