This sentence was like a heavy hammer, Feng Zhi shook slightly.
The peony flower fell heavily on Feng Zhiwei's shoulders, weeping bitterly, large swaths of tears stained the black fox fur with a cool bright color, and the light from the oil lamp was faint.
Feng Zhiwei slowly raised her hand, patted her shoulder lightly, looked through her shoulder, looking at the little child standing beside Peony.
Chamutu is five years old this year.
The child was leaning against the door, wearing a black filial hat, saw his mother crying, and cried too, with big eyes dimmed with tears, he still looked at Feng Zhiwei curiously.
Feng Zhiwei patted the hand on Liu Mudan's shoulder, and paused in mid-air.
When she fell again, her tone was painful and slightly cold.
"No, he was killed by me."
Who doesn't believe in fate, can't see the end five years later, and sympathizes in vain, but the roulette wheel of fate is tossed and turned.
Mudanhua didn't understand what she meant, and just cried desperately on her shoulders. Ever since she received the news of Helianzheng's death, this strong woman had never cried. Just like when King Kuku died suddenly, she first thought of What matters is the stability of the grassland and her own responsibility. Only when she saw that woman who was stronger than herself came, her tears finally burst out.
She buried her face hard on Feng Zhiwei's shoulder, muttering over and over again, "I shouldn't have quarreled with him... I shouldn't have quarreled with him..."
Feng Zhiwei just wanted to ask her what's the matter, but Mudanhua seemed to have vented enough, wiped away her tears, and said, "Go and see him, Zha Dalan must really want to see you for the last time."
Feng Zhiwei took a deep breath, nodded, and entered the door, someone silently closed the curtain for her.
She saw the black gold coffin in the middle of the hall at a glance.
The benevolent and bright King Shunyi slept forever in the coffin that his tribe made for him with Ujin.
Feng Zhiwei stood at the door, and for a moment, she only felt that she was facing the end of the world, the sky and the world.
I thought that there is still a long time in my life, I thought that there would be many opportunities to meet in the future, but all my thoughts were just thoughts, and in the end, I finally faced the most decisive one.
She stood in front of the steps, staring at the towering giant coffin in the cold wind of the grassland at midnight. It was another world, thick and dark, forever on the other side. Even if she died immediately, she would not be able to reach it accurately.
It was this thick barrier that separated her lifelong confidant, the prairie hero, and Zha Dalan, who would call her aunt with joy, and left her with long-term regret in the face of this heart.
The cold wind blows through the rolled up curtains, and the room is permeated with the cool air of ice cubes. The long lights on the candle holders flickered twice, with a urging smile, Feng Zhiwei moved slowly, step by step, over.
Short three feet, long life.
When she finally came to the big black gold coffin that she was about to look up at, her legs suddenly softened, and she slid and knelt down against the coffin.
The finger slides slowly along the fierce and angry animal totem on the black gold, and the rough grassland style carving hurts the finger, which can't hurt the heart at this moment.
For the first time in her life, she was unable to stand up, unable to look at him for the last time.
"Zhiwei, I'm always waiting here. If you don't come over, don't let me go, then I'll be here. Remember, when you're tired, take a step back and look back. I'm here."
In a trance, someone whispered in the ear, penetrating the vast sky of the deep winter grassland.
Helian, you are here, but where should I be? I promised to protect your prairie. I wanted to protect the land you love with all my heart. I chose to block Beijing's wind and cloud to prevent you from being involved in the storm of the dynasty.
If you knew that I had made a move, and that I was fighting with Xin Ziyan, would you be more vigilant and not take the final road to death
Is it because no matter how I go around, fate will finally give me a slap in the face
The ever-burning lamp fluttered faintly above the head, making a slight cracking sound, as if someone was sighing far above the dome.
Feng Zhiwei supported the coffin wall, struggled to stand up, and pushed away the lid that was not crucified. The black gold coffin had a layer of special cold jade, and all sides were filled with incorruptible spices made by the lamas of Huyin Temple. The king's robe and gold crown lay quietly on top of the black and gold two-color seven-layer brocade mattress. Except that the royal robe seemed a little too wide and his face was too pale, his appearance was still lifelike.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him quietly, and seemed to see him sitting up suddenly in a daze, and suddenly opened his arms to hug her neck, and smiled brightly, "Auntie, I'm just kidding you!"
With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her hand, waiting to slap him hard on the head, but instead patted Kongkong Phantom.
The outstretched hand froze in the air, convulsing slightly in the candlelight.
Feng Zhiwei lowered her head slowly, and saw that smile that would never die.
She stared blankly at that smile for a long, long time. After tonight, this person smiled and said goodbye forever. Since then, she has met thousands of people, but there is no Helian who immediately waited for her to come back in the grassland.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly bent down.
Her cold lips lightly touched He Lianzheng's eyes.
Helen.
This kiss seals the memory of what you have seen in this life, and in the next life, you will never see the ominous me again.
Tears finally fell, and his face, generally, was cold.
The door curtain behind him fell gently, and the world fell silent between Feng Zhiwei's dark eyes.
Peony waited calmly in the yard, saw her come out, pointed to the small room next door, and said: "There is Ba Biao's spiritual seat, their clothes, and they will be buried with him. They swore to be buried with him." Let's die together, and I will make them brothers in this life and the next life." A trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, "I'm just sorry for San Falcon... His spiritual position can only be hidden secretly."
Feng Zhiwei turned to look at her, and Mudanhua said: "San Falcon wrote a suicide note in Wang Ting's script dipped in blood and hid it in his belt. He explained clearly what happened along the way. He only wrote about the death of Ba Badger, and nothing else happened after that." , but I believe in him, even if the sky falls and the earth falls, he will not kill Zadalan."
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes in relief, the hero will not die in vain, the vast royal court of the grassland believes in its loyal subjects.
Only such a grassland can raise such a strong man.
"I just want to know... who is the master?"