"Xiao Xin presided over the editing of "Tian Sheng Zhi"?" Emperor Tian Sheng laughed, "It took five years to finally compile it, so it's time to take a good look at it, and you should also resign from the editorial office, right?"
Feng Zhi smiled slightly, and said: "Your Majesty, forgot? I have already relinquished my position in the Editing Office since I became the Chief Envoy of Jianghuai."
"As you get older, you also tend to be forgetful." Emperor Tiansheng patted his forehead, took the book, and was escorted by Concubine Qing to the inner palace. Think of a new green willow in the evening sunset.
As if feeling Feng Zhiwei's gaze, Concubine Qing who had walked a few steps suddenly looked back and smiled at her.
That smile is coquettish and gorgeous, and she is still the stunner who danced on the lotus flower in the wind and mist on her temples in a trance, she can captivate the hearts of the people and the world.
Feng Zhi trembled slightly, Concubine Qing had already left, the scent was faint, Shao Ning was still drinking by herself.
"Princess..." Feng Zhiwei called out tentatively just now, but Shao Ning had already dropped the wine pot, got up and said, "Let's go out of the palace."
The two of them went out of the palace with the servants and met Ning Yi near Haoyunxuan. Behind him was a large group of people, holding military newspapers. It seemed that they were going to Haoyunxuan to discuss matters. When they saw Feng Zhiwei, Ning Yi signaled to the others First go to Haoyunxuan to wait for him, then walk over by himself.
As soon as Shao Ning saw him, she walked a few steps quickly, passing him by without even saying hello, while Ning Yi only looked at Feng Zhiwei, not even bothering to show her the corners of his eyes.
The royal brother and sister, except in front of Emperor Tiansheng, barely maintained a peaceful relationship, and they were too lazy to play in any other place.
Feng Zhiwei looked at her back, thinking about the wax pellet she threw, and the weird atmosphere between her and Concubine Qing, she was in a trance, when suddenly she leaned forward and her eyes went dark, she had already been pushed to the corridor by Ning Yi. Finally, in the front is a screen wall with hollowed-out vines, and in the back is a rockery near the pool.
Ning Yi propped his arms above her, silently bent his face to look into her eyes, Feng Zhiwei didn't dodge, raised his face to look at him, and said quietly: "Your Highness, this is in the palace."
"What about in the palace?" Ning Yi smiled shortly, "I'm here, no one dares to approach me."
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, Ning Yi did not move, and suddenly said: "Major Wei, how about Xiao Wang's marriage?"
Feng Zhiwei raised her eyes, and showed him a misty smile, "Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."
Ning Yi's fingers rested on her temples and did not move. After a while, he smiled stiffly and said, "Okay-okay-ok."
He said hello three times in a row, one shorter than the other, and quicker than the other, but the pitch did not increase, but became lower and lower, until finally, it turned into a breathy sound in the throat and chest that seemed to be broken halfway.
"This is the last thing I can do for Your Highness." Feng Zhiwei smiled slowly, "If you need it, I will give it."
"I need..." Ning Yi stared at her, there seemed to be black waves churning in his dark pupils, towering straight up to the sky, turbulently coming, but finally stopped helplessly in front of the huge Heavenly Will dam, the overturning waves turned back in an instant , dumped his own sea.
After a while he laughed almost desolately, nodded, "Yes, I need it."
The two looked at each other silently, their eyes were quiet and dark, everyone knew it was not provocation or anger, it was really just the phrase "I need it." However, that kind of need is never really needed.
You and I are too sensible, too sensible.
You and I both hate being so sensible, so sensible.
For a long time Ning Yi whispered almost dreamily: "Zhiwei, you seem to have cried?"
He gently lowered his fingers a little dazedly, and was about to wipe her eyes. Those misty eyes were always filled with slight moisture, making it hard to tell when tears flowed.
Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, how could he find out about her tear half an hour ago
She opened her eyes wide, not daring to let herself close her eyes to let out a little water vapor. In the clear light, she tilted her head slightly, let the finger pass, and whispered a name in the ear of the person who was very close.
Ning Yi's fingers suddenly froze.
"Remember what you said that night, Your Highness." Feng Zhi smiled sadly, "Also remember what you said yourself, don't be soft-hearted for the superiors, if you are soft-hearted, you will pay tens of millions of lives, you have to think clearly."
Ning Yi's fingers slowly left her temples, he took a step back, took another step, looked at her carefully, and after a while, raised his sleeve and pointed at her.
"do not worry."
He turned and walked away decisively.
"Since you are not soft-hearted... I dare not be soft-hearted."
Ning Yi's back disappeared at the end of the thousand-storey palace, Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time, slowly straightened her clothes, and stood up straight, her back was wet by the steam on the rockery, sticking to the back of her heart, it was cold.
She didn't go to Haoyunxuan to discuss matters, she went back to the mansion directly, and sent a few men to lurk near the imperial temple. When it was three o'clock at night, she heard a few birdsong from outside.
She waved her hand, a black shadow flashed on the wall and then disappeared, then she changed into tights and came out, heading straight to the imperial temple.
This time she was very careful, taking a long detour before slowly approaching the Imperial Temple. The person who forced her to step down the wall she met last time at the Imperial Temple has been lingering in her heart like a shadow, and she has become more cautious in her actions.
Going around the top of the wall to hide behind the big tree, facing Shao Ning's house obliquely, the oil lamp reflects Shao Ning's figure, walking back and forth on the ground a little impatiently.
It was very quiet all around, there was no sound of people approaching, Feng Zhiwei just blinked her eyes, thinking about whether to come back later, when she turned her eyes, she suddenly found a shadow in the room!
The man was dressed in men's clothing, with a slender figure, Feng Zhiwei was just thinking why a man suddenly came, and then realized that Concubine Qing had left the palace in men's clothing.
When Shao Ning saw her, he seemed very excited, rushed over and grabbed her.
Without making a sound, Feng Zhiwei slowly moved to a place very close to the other party's eaves.
Shao Ning's uncontrollable voice came faintly: "Tell me, have you lied to me!"
"Why did the princess say that?" Concubine Qing seemed very surprised, "How can I lie to you?"
"My... my..." Shao Ning's chest heaved and he couldn't speak, his face was distorted with excitement, "I've been having nightmares these days, and I keep thinking about it... I always feel... I always feel that that day was not... not..."