Feng Zhiwei had already rubbed his shoulder and entered the main hall.
On the altar table opposite the door in the cleanly arranged main hall, on the tray covered with bright yellow silk and satin, the white porcelain pot is very glaring.
Feng Zhiwei stopped and looked at the jug, she had expected it, but her heart suddenly sank.
For a moment, she felt unbelievable—is the emperor really angry to such an extent? And Ning Yi, was he really caught off guard and waiting for such a fate to come
She stopped by the door, looked at the jug from a distance, her fingers at the bottom of her sleeves were unconsciously clenched, and her palms were wet and greasy.
My mind was a little confused, and I didn't even hear the footsteps behind me. When he felt the familiar cool and gorgeous breath of flowers and falling snow, his face warmed up, and his cheeks had already moved closer.
"Zhiwei." His breath was light, brushing against her face lightly, "Isn't it a pleasure to have your wish come true?"
Feng Zhiwei didn't move, didn't speak, and Ning Yi didn't speak anymore. He gently stroked the side of her delicate neck with his face, and gradually moved it up to his lips. There was a slight tremor at the place where it passed through, like the ripples of the clear water when the wind passes by, but this wind is not a spring breeze, but the monsoon at the end of autumn and early winter. When the wind passes by, the clear water will freeze.
Her temple hair was messed up by his breathing, and fell fluffy on the side of his lips, gilded with the sun's golden light, like broken strings, he smiled lowly, bit the hair with the tips of his teeth, and slightly pulled his head , she stretched out his hand to protect her, but he let go again, engulfing her pearly earlobe.
Ears and temples grind together.
Before a jug of poisoned wine.
Before a jug of poisoned wine he thought was sent by her.
Before a pot of poisoned wine that he thought was sent by her, with the intention of killing him and throwing him away.
The figures embracing each other in the sunlight are so charming, they look like a couple who are deeply in love and can't restrain themselves. His face is deeply buried in the hollow of her shoulders. That slightly sloping slope is the most beautiful arc in the world. die in it.
"You cruel woman..." An indistinct murmur came from behind, and then Feng Zhiwei felt a pain in her shoulder, she let out a low cry, and with a sway of her shoulder, Ning Yi had already moved away, full of smiles.
Feng Zhiwei slowly pressed his fingers on his upper shoulder, the tentacles were uneven, and there was a deep tooth mark.
"I thought you were made of iron with a heart and a body made of steel." Ning Yi looked at her with a half-smile and put his finger on his lips, "I don't want to be a mortal body, I want to be made of steel, it's just your heart."
"Your Highness didn't know what Zhiwei's heart is made of until today?" Feng Zhiwei looked back with a smile, "Probably because His Highness didn't want to recognize it before, if that's the case, let His Highness see it clearly today."
She walked forward slowly, took the jug, and poured the wine.
The wine smelled strong, and she could smell the poison in it.
The hall was silent, and the sound of wine dripping from the glass was startling.
"The humble concubine presents this cup to congratulate the three hundred and seventy-two people from the Prince Chu's mansion, who will go to Huangquan together today to be drunk and dream of death." She turned around, held a golden cup with slender fingers, and smiled softly.
"Thank you." He received the poisoned wine, raised his eyebrows slantingly, and saw her expression full of affection, "However, I'm sorry to inform you only now, on the road to the underworld, you have to go with this king... my new princess."
Feng Zhiwei's toasting hand paused in mid-air.
After a while, he slowly raised his eyebrows.
"The new princess?"
The smile on Ning Yi's lips deepened, but he didn't speak. With a flick of his fingers, a roll of soft yellow silk fell from his sleeve.
Feng Zhiwei knew at a glance that it was an imperial decree.
Ning Yi nodded his chin, signaled her to open it, and said softly: "You always surprise me, and today I will give you one in return."
Feng Zhiwei stared at the imperial decree, flicked his fingers for a while, and spread the soft silk on the table.
She glanced over, her face turned pale instantly, and then she revealed a weird smile.
"Your Highness really has a heart..." She said softly, "Even death must drag me along."
"I got some news last night." Ning Yi brushed his fingers lightly on the soft silk, "So I entered the palace at night and asked His Majesty for this order."
Feng Zhiwei took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and said nothing—Ning Yi, who was well informed last night, must have learned that she was "colluding" with someone in an attempt to murder him. Time was running out, and he didn't try to cover up or deal with it, so he just went straight to the After entering the palace, he begged Emperor Tiansheng to marry her before the other party made an attack.
When a catastrophe loomed, he did nothing but tied her to his rope. If she wanted to save herself, she would naturally be saving him.
"Father was in good spirits last night, so he received me." Ning Yi smiled, "I told him that it was really an uninvited request to enter the palace at night, and my son was tossing and turning for a woman who was dying of illness, and we really fell in love with her." Xu Wan can't leave, father must save his son and minister."
Feng Zhi smiled wryly.
"Royal father naturally thought it was absurd at first, but it's not like I haven't done any absurd things. Since I can marry a Heli woman as a side concubine, why can't I marry a widow who is useful to the dynasty as the main concubine? "Ning Yi smiled softly, "Zhiwei, you know, father is full of plans for the Shunyi cavalry, worried that you will have second thoughts, once you become the royal daughter-in-law, the grassland will naturally belong to the dynasty, of course he will be happy very."
"Then." He spread his hands, and sat down comfortably on the chair behind Feng Zhiwei, "I entered the palace to beg His Majesty at the second watch, and immediately asked Hao Yunxuan to give the order. At the fourth watch, someone Entering the palace to tell the truth, His Majesty was so angry that he ordered me to be poisoned—he was old, he was woken up from a sleepy sleep, and was in a rage again, how could he remember that the king just added a new princess two hours ago? , this princess really has a bad life, and she will die with this king unjustly before she gets through the door."
He held the wine glass with a smile, and handed it to Feng Zhiwei's lips, his brows and eyes were full of spring, and his complexion was like a flower.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the emerald green wine in the cup, and each other's faces were reflected in the clear water, the brows and expressions all swayed with the waves, blurred and difficult to distinguish, no one could see the other clearly.
"It turns out that His Highness is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is not being able to die with me." She laughed and took the wine glass.
"Yes." Ning Yi picked up another glass of wine, "I told you a few years ago, one of us is hot and the other is cold, and when we are together in the imperial tomb, we are neither hot nor cold. No more, the same is true for the grave, as long as I sleep with you, I don't mind where I sleep."