Mother knows her so well, and knows that only by swearing poisonously with her own soul after death can she grit her teeth and walk on this difficult and painful road.
If it was only for her own life and death, she would have easily thrown it away.
But he can't imagine that his mother's soul will perish forever, and he can't imagine that his younger brother who died for him will still be unable to escape after death.
She owed them something, and she couldn't owe it endlessly from birth to death.
"Forget about me..." After a long, long time, she whispered like a sigh, and it was blown away like a butterfly falling on the river.
"Whether I forget you or not is my business." Ning Yi said lightly, "But I don't want you to forget me, Zhiwei, even if you hate me."
"Are you attacking Helian just to make me hate you?" Feng Zhiwei's words were as light as trivial words, but their weight was like a thousand pounds.
If you have doubts, just ask, even if it is a hostile position, she should not mess up the established pace with hidden misunderstandings.
"No." Ning Yi answered very simply, "Zhiwei, you shouldn't ask this question."
Feng Zhiwei turned her head away, squinted her eyes at the burning red sky, and said softly after a while, "But I'm sorry, there is Xin Ziyan."
Yes, it is hostile after all.
She will kill Xin Ziyan, but he can't give up. What matters is not only that life, but also the confidence and loyalty of the Chu king's camp to the master. If he can't protect even one loyal subordinate, how can he win so many people
Both of them are already on the point, if they don't, they will hurt themselves first, just like whether Ning Yi has made a move on Helian or not, she must have a drink before leaving, and only he temporarily withdraws from the center is suspected by the emperor. The plan to dig Huaqiong from the Hundred Thousand Mountains was safely stranded.
Feng Zhiwei squatted down, scooped up a handful of river water, and stretched five fingers towards Ning Yi.
The clear river flowed quickly between her fingers, like time slipping away in an instant.
"The past is as long as passing water." She said, "The one who has gone cannot return, and the one who has come cannot be pursued. Only for this, I present it to His Highness as parting farewell."
The water splashed down and never came back. The back of her departure was thin and determined.
No one knew that at the moment when they turned around, there was her drop in the splashed crystal.
And he stood silently, like walking towards the water.
The sun suddenly went away, and the sky turned overcast in no time, and snow fell, and the snow fell on the black fox fur, and it was thinly layered in an instant, like a young man with black eyebrows, whose body was covered with wind and frost due to the world.
Suddenly remembered in a trance.
Tomorrow, New Year's Eve.
This year's Spring Festival has passed on the road.
The road is the road to the south of the mountain, not the north of the mountain.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, at the gate of the lively Laoting Prefecture, a group of carriages drove in.
The carriage was very simple, it looked like an ordinary merchant team, no one noticed all the way into the city, and they arrived at the Yamen Gate of Laoting Mansion after inquiring.
Because of the Chinese New Year, the government offices were closed, the gates were closed, the carriages stopped, and no one came out to ask for reception.
"Xin Ziyan lives here?" Feng Zhiwei lifted the curtain of the car and looked in the direction of the back house with a cold and calm expression.
"What are you going to do?" Zong Chen said, "Just walk in the door like this?"
"Why not?" Feng Zhiwei said indifferently, "Old Xin deserves the most dignified way to die, I have to make it clear with him before we finish it."
She got out of the car, looked at the sky, and said: "Huzhuo Customs, Your Majesty, you will be buried after forty-nine days after your death. I will hurry there as soon as possible and return to the grassland before the imperial envoy arrives. I have been living in seclusion due to illness, so there is no reason not to show up at the king's funeral."
Then she usually walked to the gate of the government yamen, and politely stuffed money into the gatekeeper, saying that it was a visitor from afar to visit Mr. Xin, but the gatekeeper didn't ask too much. The master has many guests, and there are always people coming and going, and the master also spends all day long It was not difficult to wait for someone who was drunk. After collecting the money, he let her in without asking any questions.
Feng Zhiwei was a little puzzled, she made it clear that she wanted to settle accounts with Xin Ziyan, and Ning Yi made it clear that he wanted to save him. She thought that since entering the city, she would be trapped by iron walls every step of the way, but she didn't expect to enter the government office so easily.
She went straight to the back house of the government office. At that time of the year, everyone in the house was lazy, and there was no one there. Feng Zhiwei drove straight in, stopped in front of the big red door connecting the government office and the back house, and wrapped the big cloak Take it off and hand it to Zong Chen behind you.
The cloak was taken off, revealing her black outfit and three knives behind her!
One on each side behind the shoulders, and one on the back of the waist, all are prairie scimitars.
Then she raised her hand and tapped.
The gesture of her knocking seemed to be light and calm, but after that knock, there was a bang, and a large piece of the whole big red door was broken, and a large thick wooden plank crashed down, splashing dust and smoke all over the floor.
In the smoke and dust, several swords were handed out from the big hole like lightning!
Feng Zhiwei turned her head away, the sword brushed her cheek, and kicked at the same time, the whole door flew up with a slam, and hit the guard behind the door.
Before the guards could see who was coming, the door had already been smashed down.
The moment it fell, Feng Zhiwei drew out the saber!
The sword light like splashing snow roared from the other side of the mountain, like the son of King Huzhuo, who was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horse on the long street, whizzing past at the rate of eight young men.
"I've heard for a long time that the young ladies of the big family in the imperial capital are completely different from the delicate and beautiful daughters of the grassland. It's so easy to meet one. Let me see."
"Crack!" With one finger, the glass of the carriage shattered.
"Crack!" Feng Zhiwei reversed the handle of the knife, and shot an arc, smashing the wrist of a person holding the knife.
Helian, Helian, this look wasted his life.
Long knives leaped across, and the air filled the air like a net, and a group of people rushed out of the hula-la courtyard. The long swords formed a giant net of sword arrays, and the brilliance flowed under the winter sun, eye-catching.
Feng Zhiwei swung his hands together, and with two clangs, the two swords came out of their sheaths behind his shoulders, and flew up to meet the sword net stabbed by the opponent, and kicked the tip of the sword in mid-air, turning like a windmill, and when it fell, the two swords spread sideways, like A layer of pale mist spread silently.
The golden palace and jade palace were filled with the pale white mist in the morning. He was dressed in dark green, with white jade on his forehead, holding the corpse in both hands, and came forward proudly.
"You are not allowed to bring the corpse of the suffering master to the temple?"
"Crack."