He saw endless blackness and depth in her eyes, and it became emptiness because too many things remained, such blackness was fearless but sad, as if waiting for the final swan song of fate.
Looking at each other silently, at both ends of the long street.
In the middle is paper money like flying snow.
Feng Zhiwei's gaze finally fell slowly on the oncoming coffin, her face was white and calm, she reined in, dismounted, avoided the side of the road, and bowed.
The people all around praised the demeanor of Senior Fellow Wei, and the kindness that Senior Bachelor Wei showed to Senior Fellow Xin.
According to folklore, Master Wei voluntarily went to prison with his teacher.
Fortunately, the good man is safe.
Hearing such admiration, the golden flowers turned pale and turned red, trembling all over.
Xin Ziyan still looked like that, standing in the wind of August.
Then he moved on with a blank face.
Accompanying the coffin, he walked towards Feng Zhiwei step by step under the eyes of everyone, under the tight breaths of the seven aunts, and under the nervous gaze of Jin Yuwei pressing his knife.
Walk to Feng Zhiwei.
Feng Zhiwei stood silently.
Xin Ziyan raised his head blankly.
Then.
rub shoulders.
And pass.
The wind swayed leisurely, stirring the black butterflies and the white paper money, and the Xin family just passed by in a straight line, brushing her shoulders, as if the person who bowed at the corner never existed.
The greatest hatred is not the furious cursing of halberds pointing at the mouth of the street, the hatred that can be scolded is not deep enough,
The greatest hatred comes from a powerful and vigorous force deep in the heart, which can only be expressed with a suppressed silence.
Words don't kill, don't waste them.
But if there is any energy left, it is reserved for revenge.
Feng Zhiwei was silent at the corner of the street, those people didn't say a word anymore, but she seemed to hear those walking people, even the bones were squeezed desperately, making the sound of crackling.
When the team had all passed, she straightened her back, mounted her horse, and walked forward with her face as serene as ever.
When they saw the enemy, they squeezed their hatred with all their strength.
When she saw her enemy back then, she knelt down to him with all her strength, shed tears, and thanked him.
No one is more bitter than anyone else, the only thing that is suffering is the endless cycle of heaven.
She was a little preoccupied on the horse, and didn't notice that Zong Chen, who was following her, looked at the backs of the Xin family and frowned slightly.
Feng Zhiwei seemed to be calm, but in fact his mind was in a trance after all, but Zong Chen felt Xin Ziyan's strong murderous intent towards Feng Zhiwei.
He frowned, thinking that it was all right for Feng Zhiwei to take care of all the matters that happened in the Imperial Capital not to let Grassland and Xiliang know, but there are some things that cannot be let go.
Xuefutu is loyal to the owner, but he is not obedient. In Dacheng's secret iron rules of Xuefutu, the founding emperor of Dacheng once issued an order, as long as it is beneficial to the owner, or there is something that Xuefutu thinks will endanger the owner's life , Xuefutu has the right to self-determination.
What she can't and doesn't want to do, he comes.
Zong Chen raised his head, thought for a while, and made a gesture. Immediately, there were several ordinary-looking guards, who naturally fell behind a few steps, and then disappeared at the corner of the street without a sound.
Luojiao Mountain, ten miles out of the city, has beautiful scenery and good terrain. Many dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital have enclosed the land as a family burial place.
Xin Ziyan bought a mountain and buried fat Ahua high on the top of the mountain. It is condescending and can be seen far away. Xin Ziyan thinks that Ahua will like it. She likes to climb high, and always says to climb higher , maybe you can see the old houses in the countryside of Hanoi.
The old house in the countryside of Hanoi was actually already dilapidated. Last year, Xin Ziyan quietly sent someone back to repair the house. He planned to spend a few years there. After His Royal Highness ascended the throne, he brought Ah Hua back to his hometown. To surprise her, he even found a piece of land behind the mountain. Fengshui treasure land, planning to be buried there with Ah Hua in the future.
There will be no more surprises in this life, and he did not carry the coffin back to Hanoi. On the one hand, he is not free yet, on the other hand, he still has things to do in the imperial capital. When he finishes, maybe his life will be given away. When the time comes Let the golden flowers be sent back together for a joint burial.
He said this to the golden flowers lightly, and the sister-in-laws cried into a ball, he was annoyed by listening to them, and drove them away.
The last handful of soil fell from the grave, and he carefully cultivated it with his hands, and lay down in front of the grave, waving his hands, telling the funeral procession to go back.
The servants of the Xin family dared not disobey the master's order, let alone the guards of the Jin Yuwei were present.
A group of guards stood three feet away, not wanting to disturb the senior scholar. Xin Ziyan leaned against the grave, thought for a while, took out a jug of wine, and drank with his head raised.
He didn't drink very well, and he was depressed, and he was drunk after splashing half of the jug. When he raised his hand, the jug spun down and fell into the clouds in the middle of the mountain.
The mountain was humid, and wisps of white mist curled up. Xin Ziyan stretched out his hand stupidly, and said with a smirk, "Ah Hua, are you here? Hey, why are you wearing white clothes? I remember that you hate white clothes the most."
He staggered and stretched out his arms to hug him, but when the hug was empty, he fell on the grave with a thud, and he just hugged the grave and rubbed against it, muttering: "Don't slap your face, it's hard to see people tomorrow..."
Suddenly drunk again, he said: "Your face is so cold... Are you crying?... I told you to give the bran to the boss... Don't give it to me... I'm not hungry..."
The fog around him was getting heavier and heavier, Jin Yuwei from a distance was a little worried seeing his drunken state, afraid that he would slip and fall off the cliff, and wanted to get a closer look, but as soon as he reached the edge of the fog, he fell down without a sound.
Xin Ziyan didn't realize it, he hugged the grave and muttered about old things.
A person suddenly walked in the white mist.
That man was also dressed in white, tall and handsome, with a purple jade flute around his waist, and his emerald green tassels swaying leisurely in the wind.
He walked over calmly, looked down at Xin Ziyan, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally sighed slowly.
"I promised him that I would protect him with my life, no matter whose life it is."
Then he held out his hand.
Xin Ziyan hugged the grave head tightly, closed his eyes, and focused on being with Fat Ahua.
There was a sudden wave of mist.
Suddenly a figure flashed in the thick white, a black robe corner appeared, and a crimson collar was faintly lit up like a flame. Immediately, there was a crackling sound from all around, and the mountain wind was like clenched fists, covering the head and face. Cover to Zong Chen.