"Yes, the heart of a child." Ning Cheng suddenly realized, "Such a good person with a heart of a child, why do you hold on to that old thing and beat and kill him?"
"That old thing." Feng Zhiwei said indifferently, "Two lives."
"If you're dead, you have to look forward..." Ning Cheng's eyes widened suddenly in the middle of speaking, and he suddenly realized something, and said, "Xin Ziyan...Xin Ziyan...why are you dealing with Xin Ziyan? I've heard Your memory has been sealed, and in your memory, it should be Chief Jin Yuwei who killed your mother and your brother, not Lao Xin!"
Feng Zhiwei looked up at him, and smiled almost sourly.
This boy's reaction is not slow.
"You haven't lost your memory at all!" Ning Cheng rubbed his hands in shock, turned around and was about to leave, "I have to go back and inform His Highness that you lied to him!"
"No."
"he knows."
Two replies came out at the same time, but not from the mouth of one person.
Ning Cheng raised his foot in the air, looked forward for a long time, then looked back, he felt that he came to the wrong place, and was sandwiched between two pieces of steamed buns to make meat stuffing.
The blazing sunlight at the prison door silhouetted Ning Yi's slender figure, and he looked down with a very cool expression, with a sense of fate and bewilderment.
Feng Zhiwei smiled lightly, and said mockingly, "Your Majesty may not have thought that this Jingwei Guardhouse is really just the back door of His Royal Highness Chu's house."
Ning Yi didn't answer, but waved his hand for a long time, Ning Cheng dodged like a thief, Ning Yi slowly stepped down the steps, and said: "Just the freedom to come and go, but it can't change Mr. Xin's release from prison, you can rest assured."
"I have nothing to worry about." Feng Zhiwei leaned back against the damp cell wall, and said calmly, "Entering or exiting, it's not that important."
Ning Yi stopped in front of her cell door, squatted down, and carefully touched the straw mat under her body.
Feng Zhiwei didn't speak.
Ning Cheng blinked, and listened to the two people's nonchalant conversation. After waiting for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Can you explain the meaning of that sentence just now? What does it mean not to use it? What does it mean that he knows?"
"It means he knows." Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly, "My memory is not blocked at all, and he knows that my memory is not blocked, but he deliberately made me think that he doesn't know that my memory is not blocked, and my memory is not blocked. Knowing that he knows that my memory is not blocked, but deliberately pretending that he doesn't know... hey, don't faint."
Ning Cheng's head hit the wall heavily...
"If I don't ask Mr. Zong to seal your memory, how can you get close to me again?" Ning Yi looked down at Feng Zhiwei with gentle eyes, "Between you and me, there was a year of snow between us, and we will never forget each other. Under such circumstances, what reason do you want to approach me? That year I followed your footsteps from Imperial Capital to Grassland to Dayue, and you walked farther and farther. Finally, I finally understood that only when you lost your memory can you have a reason to come back Dijing, start from scratch with me, won't you?"
Even if the beginning is the beginning of revenge, it is better than silently avoiding it.
"Your Highness has good intentions." Feng Zhiwei was silent for a while, then smiled shortly, "How dare I not fulfill it?"
"I'd rather you approach me calmly to plot against me, and give me a thunderous blow when the time is right, than you have to avoid me and go far away because of that hatred, and grow old silently in a place I don't know, or for many years Then suddenly appeared and gave me a knife." Ning Yi reached out to the woman's fixed figure in the changing light and shadow of the prison, and said softly and dreamily, "Zhiwei, I would rather have you by my side all the time, in the nearest In the distance, kill me."
The gloomy Golden Feather Guard Prison was filled with misty water vapor, mixed with the scent of long-standing moss and soil mixed with blood, and everyone was indistinct in the dark, like blurred dreams.
Feng Zhiwei is also like a phantom in the darkness, wandering in the boundary between blur and clarity, the changing sunlight illuminates her brows, she gently closes her eyes against the light.
Close your eyes and reject the light, just like the four seasons changed after the snow that year, but your heart rejected all the spring.
Time passes numbly, pear blossoms will never bloom again.
In a trance, suddenly an iron wall stood in front of her, looking high above her head with a line of sky... It was that year on the Jiyang mountain wall, he flew over her head with the killer in his arms, and the huge wind and falling sound resounded at the bottom of the cliff, and she suddenly Suddenly, I felt that my heart was smashed into pieces.
At that moment she cried.
It was a moment of despair.
It was only at that moment that I suddenly realized that my heart was full of thoughts, and I threw it away at this moment.
It's not him and the killer who died together, but each other's hearts.
Then it fell into the empty space, and drifted away from then on, unable to find a resting place in the world of mortals.
She smiled slightly, not the usual graceful and leisurely smile, with three parts of bitterness and three parts of sadness.
Ning Yi's breath is close to his ear, and he can feel that presence without opening his eyes, but so what if he is so close? Can never really get close.
"Your Highness." After a long time, she finally opened her eyes, looked at him, and said softly, "As you wish."
The footsteps of leaving always sounded a little empty, Feng Zhiwei watched Ning Yi's robe turn around the high stairs indifferently.
Come and go in a hurry, talk to each other, and completely remove the last layer of dark thoughts, just to tell each other——I have made up my mind.
He was determined to save Xin Ziyan, no matter what means she tried to stop him.
She will definitely complete the vow, no matter what he does in front of her.
"What's the matter with you, what's the matter with you..." Ning Cheng, who hadn't been able to figure it out all this time, turned around on the ground with his fists in his hands, looking at the back of Ning Yi who had left with an incredulous look, and then at the man with his eyes closed all the time. Feng Zhiwei, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, and said loudly, "I don't care what you think, anyway, I will take care of this matter, you..." He pointed at Feng Zhiwei, and suddenly sneered, "Your Highness But I pity you and refuse to put you to death, I don't have such a compassionate heart."
"oh?"
"What are you proud of? Don't you just rely on His Highness's affection for you?" Ning Cheng sneered and approached the prison door, and whispered, "Don't forget, besides Your Highness, I also know your true identity in this world. You If I dare to attack Lao Xin again, I will immediately go face to face with Sheng, without saying anything, just tell Your Majesty, you are Feng Zhiwei... Hehe!"