Standing in front of the steps, he saw clearly the attire of the person behind the Minister of Rites and the white belt of the envoy, and took a deep breath.
"Your Highness." The Minister of Rites came forward and said in a low voice, "This is the envoy from the Hu Zhuo Department to announce the funeral, Shunyi..."
Ning Yi interrupted him with a wave of his hand, the envoy took a step forward and kowtowed, and was about to speak in a sad voice, Ning Yi stretched out his arms to hold him, and said in a harmonious voice: "This king already knows that the envoy has worked hard from afar, my lord, please Arrange for the envoys to rest in the post house. I will report this matter to His Majesty, and I will reward him with posthumous posthumous titles, and then I will have a decree of grace."
He couldn't help but take the funeral papers, and sent the inexplicable two people out with one hand. The Minister of Rites gave him a strange look. He didn't understand why His Royal Highness the King of Chu wanted to stop Hua Tou, so he had to take the envoy and hurried out again.
Ning Yi took the document and walked back slowly, all the scholars in the hall noticed the scene outside, it was not a big deal, it was impossible for the Minister of Rites to come to see him at this time, they all stared at him with burning eyes.
Feng Zhiwei also poked her head to look outside just now, but the envoy was blocked by Ning Yi, so she couldn't see what was going on. Ning Yi and the other two stood outside the door talking in a low voice, unable to hear what they said, but the soft and low voice The voice was dull and fuzzy in my ears, my heart was beating for no reason, as if a nightmare had come suddenly, heavy on my heart, I wanted to break it, I wanted to break it, I was afraid of meeting bloody results when I got out.
A senior scholar beside him suddenly leaned over his head and asked, "What's wrong with you, senior scholar Wei?"
Only then did Feng Zhiwei realize that her hands were trembling for some reason, she quickly concealed a smile, and said, "It's a bit cold because of the wind and cold." He took a teacup and put it in his hand.
At this time, Ning Yi had already walked back, facing the questioning eyes of all the important officials in the hall, he nodded calmly, unfolded the documents in his hand, and walked towards Feng Zhiwei, standing in front of her, and said: "Inform My lords, what I just received was a funeral report from the Huzhuo Department..."
"Crack..."
The teacup in Feng Zhiwei's hand suddenly fell, and the lid of the teacup tilted slightly in mid-air to splash out the boiling hot tea.
Ning Yi had long been on guard against her losing her composure in public, the document covered the palm of her hand and raised it to catch the teacup. With a flick of her finger, the lid of the cup was reset, and then she calmly put the teacup on the table.
His series of movements were as fast as lightning, and he kept leaning on the small table next to Feng Zhiwei to block everyone's sight, so no one saw Feng Zhiwei drop the tea.
Feng Zhiwei didn't know what he did.
She just raised her head abruptly, looking at the funeral document in Ning Yi's hand with a white background and a black border.
In an instant, his face was snow-white, and his pupils were endlessly black!
"boom… "
Suddenly there was a wind outside the window, roaring and crashing against the window lattice, and slamming the unclosed sash shut, everyone was startled by the sudden loud noise, only Feng Zhiwei was still listening and not seeing, until Gougou stared at the white-backed black-bordered document in Ning Yi's hand, his eyes seemed to be fixed there, lifeless.
Ning Yi's hand trembled.
With this trembling and the movement of the funeral newspaper, Feng Zhiwei's eyeballs swayed, and then he seemed to wake up a little bit, and slowly stretched out his hand to get the funeral newspaper.
Her outstretched hand was in a rigid posture, like a puppet.
She opened her mouth to speak as she stretched out her hand, as if to say "Let me see", but she opened her mouth, but no word came out.
When her finger touched the funeral newspaper, Ning Yi seemed to want to shrink his hand back, but he stopped immediately, sighed silently, and took the initiative to hand the funeral newspaper into her hand.
Feng Zhiwei lowered his head to tear off the seal of the envelope, shaking his hands, tore it a few times before tearing it open.
The fluffy paper fell on the palm of the hand, with dozens of words in black and white, Feng Zhiwei stared at it for a full quarter of an hour, as if he was watching, but at the same time he seemed to be in a daze.
Those words entered the eyes, and seemed to be unable to enter the heart, and the messy black clouds floated and danced in front of the eyes. Wherever they hit, there was pain, and wherever they hit, there was blood.
"Traveling the grassland... Betrayed by trusted guards... Died at the border..."
Obviously every word can be understood, but at this moment when they are combined together, they suddenly lose their joint meaning. For a quarter of an hour, a full quarter of an hour, Feng Zhiwei couldn't understand the meaning.
The academicians who went to close the window sat back one after another, and as soon as Feng Zhiwei let go, the letter paper fell down.
Immediately, her face turned pale, without looking at anyone, she helped the table and stood up slowly.
Ning Yi immediately said: "Scholar Wei, you don't look well, but are you sick? Then go back and rest earlier."
Feng Zhiwei nodded as if listening, and swayed out like a wandering soul. She couldn't take two steps, and nearly bumped into the pillar of the hall. Ning Yi immediately called the waiter outside the door to help her out.
Walking out of the door, the cold wind blew up, Feng Zhiwei seemed to wake up a little bit, a strange flush appeared on her snow-white face, and she immediately pushed, pushing the servant staggeringly, striding away without looking, she walked It was extremely fast, passing by like a gust of wind, and the officials who greeted her didn't even see her face clearly, and stayed where they were half-bowed, looking at her back in amazement.
Feng Zhiwei went all the way to the gate of Yongning, where the carriages and horses of all the dignitaries waiting to be received by Hao Yunxuan were parked. When the dignitaries saw Wei Dashi come out, they rushed up to greet him. Feng Zhiwei walked straight through the crowd. However, the places she passed by were obviously not close, but everyone couldn't help taking three steps back, watching Feng Zhiwei get into his carriage very quickly without saying a word.
The carriage rolled along, and the winter sun shined on Feng Zhiwei's cheeks through the curtains. She was so white that she was sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed. Drooping on the cheeks.
"Restore the law..." The healthy horse neighed, the carriage shook, and the Wei residence arrived.
The carriage shook, Feng Zhiwei leaned forward.
"Wow."
A mouthful of purple-black blood, suffocated until now, was sprayed on the purple-bottomed gold-rimmed car door curtain!
The winter sky sinks quickly, and the ground was still yellow just now, but in the blink of an eye, it changed to a dark world.
When Feng Zhiwei opened her eyes, she heard the sound of the wind outside the window, like the footsteps of a person leaving with his robes flying away.
Just now, in the dream of wandering between yin and yang and life and death, it seemed that someone had also been there, gently caressing her face with fingers as warm as ever.