That was the answer given by the 16-year-old girl before the waves of the South China Sea. It went back and forth countless times in her heart, but she never said it out.
To this day, resorting to language has become irony.
Her slightly lowered face was covered by loose long hair, and there was a faint glittering glint at an angle that no one could see.
Ning Yi was silent on the dead tree branch in Leng Yue, his clothes fluttering in the wind like running water.
After a long time, Feng Zhiwei raised her head, with her usual expression, she smiled at Ning Yi and said, "It's getting late, Your Highness should rest early."
Ning Yi stared at her, there was no disappointment or anger in his eyes, only deep sadness.
This road has come to the present, and I have tried my best and tried my best, but I can't turn the tide of fate.
He tried hard to push her forward, but she insisted on standing still, watching the snowy morning that year.
It's all life, it's all life.
"My heart will always be where it should be. Maybe one day, it will be overturned in exchange for it."
Since some vows and determinations cannot be obliterated by manpower, it is better to follow the track she wants and follow her all the way.
He smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, and said, "Zhiwei, let me spend one last night with you."
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, and he said again: "We have known each other for five years, but we have never celebrated New Year together."
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, folded the quilt, and fell asleep slowly, facing the wall.
There were soft footsteps behind him, someone closed the window, and a faint aura that belonged to him filled the room. In a trance that year, in front of the frozen lake in winter, white plum blossoms passed by the moon white skirt.
The bed sank slightly, his slender figure was reflected on the wall, holding her shoulder, Feng Zhiwei didn't turn her head, and only said softly, "Why didn't you kill me?"
Behind him, Ning Yi didn't speak for a moment, seemed to be thinking about this question, smiled shortly for a while, and said, "Zhiwei, I will kill all the people in the world, and I don't want to kill you in the end."
"But from now on." Feng Zhiwei still closed her eyes, "I just hope you will regard me as an enemy."
There was no movement behind her. After a long while, his fingers caressed her cheeks, the fingertips were cold.
The cold fingertips slowly moved on the cheeks, but there was a wet water trail under the finger, which was cooler than the fingertips, slowly cooling down in the whispering wind on New Year's Eve.
No one has the warm temperature anymore to heat up the bone-chilling cold.
The moonlight slowly walks through the long window, and the reflection on the wall is long and slanted, like the fetters along the way, no matter how far it is pulled, there will be an end.
After a long time, the figure on the wall raised his head slightly and covered his eyes with his hands.
His voice was slightly hoarse, and he replied, "Okay."
That night, the wind sounded bleak, rolling up thousands of layers of falling snow, covering the whole body and covering it.
That night, the moonlight tossed and turned, illuminating the railing where no one leaned on each other, and a white plum blossom quietly withered under the window sill, and the ground was full of snowflakes or plum blossoms.
The exhausted Feng Zhiwei finally fell asleep in that position, and finally hoped that she would never wake up in the vague drowsiness.
The dream is still hazy when I fall asleep, the dream is full of gorgeous and cool breath, in the dream someone held a paper umbrella and crossed the abandoned bridge, facing a crystal wall, suddenly the crystal shattered silently, and saw the ancient and abandoned temple under the cold moon and wind, In front of the ruined temple, someone smiled sweetly and handed over a reed flower. The reed flower was swaying in the sea tide, and there was a scent of vines. She smiled and bit it down, but what she bit into pieces was the slightly astringent pine nuts of Jiyang Mountain. Come, who is standing on the cliff facing the vast mountains and seas, while the stars and moons are slowly rotating around, a jug of wine in Duobaoge is full of fragrance, and suddenly someone smashes the jug on the Wangdu Bridge of the Imperial Capital with a flick of his sleeve, She was crying loudly in the dripping water.
Yes, no, this night of blurred and chaotic dreams.
She walked step by step in such a retrospective whirl. In the haze, someone has been leaning by her side, putting his hand on her cheek, caressing her cheek over and over again, whose breath is approaching in the haze, but in the end she has to... Sighing and leaving, someone slowly leaned over at dawn, and pressed a cool kiss on her forehead. At the moment when they were closest to each other, she clearly felt a piece of wet vapor in her eyes, but she didn't know It's yours, or it's his.
The sun rises faintly, and the familiar atmosphere in the room dissipates one by one, like frost on the glass, turning into flowing water little by little without a trace.
She sat up slowly, and heard the sound of an announcement from the outer courtyard, the imperial court announced the arrival of the imperial edict for her to return to Beijing.
She held the brocade quilt tightly, and smoothed the slightly wet quilt that night.
This year's New Year's Eve passed just like that. In the eighteenth year of Changxi, he quietly but blatantly knocked on the gate of heaven and earth.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she set off to return to Beijing, and before she left, there was a final letter of official business that needed to be executed by her on the desk - Daughter of the Qiu family, please reconcile with her husband.
Qiu Yuluo eloquently wrote a self-defense statement of ten thousand characters, and handed it to her desk together with the official documents. During the period, she wrote a special letter about her husband, Tianxiong, with a weird personality, and the various sufferings caused by this were really wronged and difficult.
She and the Li family have broken up, and now she has moved away from the Li family to live alone in the temple. As the first divorced woman who dared to speak out about the privacy of the couple's bed in court, she was ridiculed as an immoral slut, condemned by thousands of people and cast aside by everyone. The Li family even threatened that anyone who sentenced her and Li would live forever. The Jianghuai Mansion did not dare to take up the case and dragged it off until the end of the year before finally submitting her case.
Facing the thick legal documents, Feng Zhiwei remained silent for a long time, thinking of her cousin's pampered and noble temperament, she was able to withstand the ridicule of the world to this extent, the persistent love in her heart must have already been burning like fire.
At Chang Guifei's birthday banquet that year, she had already seen Qiu Yuluo's feelings for Ning Yi. She thought that she would be restrained when she got married, and she didn't want a crippled husband to finally make her revive.
As for the young master of the Li family, he was abolished in his own hands.
Destiny is destined, and the cycle is not good.
Many years ago, Lanxiang Courtyard was aroused by righteous indignation, and once he shot the egg to fly, the splashed blood finally fell on his feet many years later.
Feng Zhi smiled slightly, almost desolately.
Immediately picked up the pen, and wrote a word stroke by stroke at the end of the thick file.
"allow."
In February of the eighteenth year of Changxi, Feng Zhiwei returned to Beijing. In March, because he was appointed as the chief envoy of Jianghuai Road, he made great contributions to the construction of the Beijing Huaihe Canal, and entered the cabinet as a scholar of Yongshoudian.