On the bed, Feng Zhiwei watched his movement without blinking, turned her head to stare at her blown pillow, and sighed for a long time.
And on the far eaves, several men who had been lying on their stomachs watching the scene in the window here turned their heads and told their subordinates quickly, "Report to Your Highness quickly, someone broke into the inner room of the Shunyi Palace just now, and the concubine sent some Give the item to this person, there is a bamboo tube..." He thought carefully about what he saw through the clairvoyance, and said hesitantly, "The kit, and crystal or glass fragments, before the man left, he seemed to say, thank you for your cooperation..."
The news spread to Prince Chu's mansion half an hour later. Ning Yi, who had just returned from the study and was about to sleep for a while, immediately sat up.
He stayed in the dark for a long time in a daze, rejected his subordinate's proposal to turn on the lamp, and then coldly drove them all out. The study room fell silent, a blackness too thick to be cut.
Something shimmers in the dark.
In the darkness, someone's breathing was light and rapid, as if there was a tearing pain somewhere.
After a long, long time, a deep and trembling voice like a dream wails in the darkness.
"Zhiwei... Zhiwei..."
Feng Zhiwei didn't hear this low call that was darker than the darkness, but she was also immersed in the shock after the visitor left, and didn't close her eyes.
She sank into the silence of the night, her eyes were piercing, as if she was listening to the sounds of the storm in the depths of the imperial city.
At dawn, Xuefutu's guard in charge of investigating information came to report: "Master, just now a group of guards without badges brought soldiers from the Huwei Camp to Chu Palace."
Feng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, gave a soft "hmm", and then said, "Prepare the sedan chair."
The Xuefutu guard was a little surprised that she had to go out before her injury recovered, but she didn't say anything, and turned around and ordered someone to prepare the sedan chair.
Feng Zhiwei got up to get her makeup done, carefully painted her eyebrows and nodded her lips, even though she still had a yellow face and drooping eyebrows, it was rare for her to be so serious.
The woman in the bronze mirror does not look amazing at first glance, but the eyebrows are amazing when you look closely, but there is a faint gray and white complexion between the black eyebrows, which is somewhat sad. .
Between the lighted eyebrows, the dark and deep eyes could not be locked, and the apricot blossoms outside the window were in full bloom, deep red.
Immediately she went out and got on the sedan chair, and said, "Prince Chu's Mansion."
The bearer was stunned, thinking she didn't know, and kindly reminded: "My concubine, I heard that there was an accident at Prince Chu's mansion. They were surrounded early in the morning and blocked three streets from entering and leaving. You..."
"Chu Palace."
The bearer was speechless, and only then did he realize that even a gentle person can be terrifying when he is stubborn.
The sedan chair went all the way, and when passing the busiest Kowloon Street, the teahouses and restaurants were full, and some well-informed people rushed to and fro, with the most astonishing royal family upset of this morning flowing among the mysterious expressions.
She faintly heard a few words.
"The master of my mansion was on duty in the palace last night, and he came back in the middle of the night. It seems that His Majesty ordered it overnight..."
"Huwei was dispatched early in the morning..."
"The three streets are all soldiers, don't let them in!"
Feng Zhiwei put down the curtain, the sunlight was dim, passing through the curtain with few shadows, blurring the expression between her brows.
The man moved so fast.
He didn't give Ning Yi any time to react.
Don't you want to give her time to hesitate and repeat
She closed her eyes and leaned lightly on the board wall. The sedan chair suddenly shook, and someone shouted and asked, and she had already arrived three streets outside Chu Wangfu.
She poked her head out and pointed to the mark on the sedan chair.
The golden lion logo of the Shunyi Palace is shining brightly. As a show of honor and favor, the cars of the Shunyi Palace can pass through any road in the capital except the palace.
The soldiers guarding the street were the soldiers from the Huwei camp. Seeing this situation, they were troubled. They hesitated for a while and asked Shangfeng for instructions. After a while, a leader rushed over and stood by the sedan chair and whispered: "My concubine, your majesty has ordered that no one should approach the peak." Prince Chu's Mansion..." Thinking about how the big tree would fall in an instant when the disaster started, how could this concubine, who had never heard of any friendship with the King of Chu on weekdays, have to rush in.
"I have a relative in Chu Palace." Feng Zhiwei lifted her chin, and the steward who followed on horseback immediately stuffed a large banknote into the other's hand, "At least let me go in and take care of it."
The leader was taken aback, knowing that the relationship between these nobles in the imperial capital was deeply intertwined, presumably the king of Chu was about to suffer a disaster, and the concubine was afraid that something would be involved, so she wanted to deal with it in advance. As soon as he calmed down, he turned sideways to move away, but he still took care, "Please hurry up, my concubine, your majesty's follow-up orders are probably coming soon."
Feng Zhiwei nodded, put down the curtain of the sedan chair, and the sedan chair passed through the street, surrounded by three floors and three floors outside. They were all soldiers from Jin Yu and Hu Wei, and a soldier from the Nine City Army and Ma Si of the Changying Guard Imperial Forest Army under Ning Yi's control. Not there either.
The sedan chair stopped in front of the palace of the Prince of Chu, and the gate of the palace was closed tightly. The traces of the recent happy event were still there, and a little red tassel fluttered on the black lacquered gate.
Feng Zhiwei got out of the sedan chair silently, and signaled the bearer to stay outside the door. At this time, no one in the Chu Palace should be willing to receive her. Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers around her, she directly reached out and pushed the door open.
The door opened by itself.
The steward of Chu Palace stood behind the door with his hands down.
Feng Zhi smiled, all the way through the door, there was no panic in the palace of the Prince of Chu, and the servants along the way did not look surprised when they saw her, she turned around the hanging flower door, walked through the long corridor, and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
In the distance, Ning Yi stood in front of the main hall with his hands behind his back.
There are no servants around, his clothes are as independent as snow, his eyes are dark in the spring light, and there is something burning fiercely in the black bottom like the eternal night, like a deep abyss on a volcano, black magma surging at the bottom Crimson Mars.
Looking at it with such eyes, Feng Zhiwei also felt as if her heart had been poked by a scorching iron rod.
Then she took a breath and passed peacefully.
Ning Yi looked at her deeply, his eyes flicked between her brows, the rouge-painted person couldn't see the complexion, even the color of her lips was bright, like the blood spurted out that night still remained on her lips.
The blood of that night flashed in front of his eyes, and his heart felt like it was being burned, and he wanted to say something, but his heart was blocked like a blood clot.