The sharp-eyed clerk noticed that the empress' fingers holding the letter seemed to tremble slightly.
Different from the anger and noise of the crowd, the empress has always been silent and calm. Her looming figure in the cold winter fog makes people feel lonely and desolate.
Then she smiled and said, "Prepare the boat."
"His Majesty!"
"I want to talk to the other party." Feng Zhi looked back with a slight smile, "Wuha, don't stop me, people can't show their bravery. In the current situation, instead of fighting violently, it's better to find the best retreat for you."
"Your Majesty..."
Wuha is not a Han Chinese, unfamiliar with Chinese, blushing and thick-necked, unable to speak, grassland men are always the most obedient to orders and ignorant of wit, the rest of the generals are not here, no one can stop Feng Zhiwei, she handed over a I wrote a letter to Wuha, and boarded the boat without looking back. The oil lamp on the bow of the boat was swaying slowly, and the light yellow light smudged into an ambiguous color in the mist. Under the light, the woman's long hair fluttered slightly in the wind. His cloak is like a wandering cloud, painted on the background of the bleak winter night.
Wuha looked at the back that was going away like a cloud, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart—as if after leaving like this, their gentle and noble empress would never return.
The figure from his back gradually disappeared into the mist, and Wuha glanced blankly, not knowing when there was a touch of moisture in his palm.
When Feng Zhiwei got off the boat, there were already soldiers waiting on the shore. Seeing that she had only brought a few guards and actually came here in person, they all showed surprise, but the well-trained one didn't speak much, and bowed to greet her. The attitude is respectful and the guards are strict.
As soon as she rode over, the person who immediately came to meet her was Chun Yumeng.
The old people met, but at this moment, this place, this situation, both of them had mixed feelings, Chunyu Meng stared at Feng Zhiwei in a daze, he was Ning Yi's confidant, and he knew Feng Zhiwei's identity after he was in Nanhai. In the old days of Qingming, drinking under the tree, sharing hardships in the south of Longnan, going round and round, and now the old friend of the past has become the monarch of the enemy country. How did this life start
Feng Zhiwei turned up her collar, her snow-white cloak covered her palm-sized snow-white face, making her eyes as bottomless as the thick winter fog, she smiled at Chunyu Meng's strange and questioning eyes, Chunyu Meng Suddenly his eyes were wet—that smile suddenly resembled that of Wei Zhi who had just entered Qingming, calm, gentle, with a profound understanding of the coolness of this world.
"Your Majesty..." He spoke the title unnaturally, "Please follow me."
"Call me Zhiwei." Feng Zhi smiled, feeling that it was very comforting to see her old friend at this moment.
Abandoning the boat and going ashore, walking all the way, the outline of the palace in front gradually appeared, Feng Zhi squinted slightly looking at the majestic and exquisite palace, and smiled lightly.
Sure enough, it is here.
In the front hall, under the angry eyes of her own guards, Feng Zhiwei calmly accepted heavy searches, and then followed Chunyumeng to walk backwards. Before the two-story secret hall, Chunyumeng stopped and said, "I just want to can get here."
Feng Zhiwei nodded, and was about to leave when Chunyumeng suddenly stopped her.
Feng Zhiwei looked back, Chunyu stared fiercely into her eyes, his eyes were clear and sincere, "Talk well, don't be arrogant... Please... take care of each other."
Feng Zhiwei looked into his eyes, felt her nose sore slightly, pursed her lips, and nodded cautiously.
She stepped up the steps lightly.
It has been four years since the last time I set foot on this level.
She remembered that period of days that seemed to be peaceful but actually was full of storms. On the day the old emperor passed away, she stole the two most important things and fled away.
It has been eight years since I stepped on this step for the first time.
That day, flowers fell like frost in front of the hall, and she walked around the steps, her chuckle seemed to still ring in her ears in a trance, as if she was lying under the secret hall and watching the myth of the stars and the moon with him a moment ago, looking back, eight years.
She once thought that she would never set foot on this land again in her eternal life, but when she finally came back one day, she didn't regret it.
The skirt brushes lightly over the pillars, eighteen pillars, eighteen encounters, the last one is engraved with miss, it was just a commemoration at that time, but now I know it is the prophecy of fate.
The palace door opened slowly.
The magnificent hall tens of feet long and wide was not brightly lit, only a dim yellow candle was lit at the end of the long carpet.
Under the candlelight, he was wearing light clothes and thin fur, leaning against the huge screen of Nine Dragons Winning Pearls, holding a jug in his hand, and was slowly pouring wine.
The candlelight slanted on his face, his eyes were extremely black under his long eyebrows and his face was extremely white, bright and shining like thrush eyebrows.
It is the human heart that ages, not the appearance.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, he didn't raise his head, but poured the wine steadily with his fingers, and said calmly, "Come here?"
She said "um", with a heavy nasal voice, his fingers trembled suddenly, and a drop of wine fell on his fingertips.
The wine was cold, it was unheated wine, he got upset after waiting for her, got up and brought the wine from under the secret hall, it was put there before the secret hall was built, and finally remembered to taste it today.
She came forward gently, and when the candlelight dimmed, he looked up at her, his eyes were very quiet and powerful, as if he was carrying a knife, and with just one look, he was about to cut off the forever unchangeable outline.
"You have gone so far." He whispered, "I thought you would never come back."
"It was like this." She smiled, "But..."
She didn't go on, and Ning Yi didn't seem to be listening carefully. He stared at the lights in a daze. He didn't look at the lights again after she entered the hall, as if he was afraid that watching too much would ruin his fortune. I can't see it anymore.
He asked a little casually: "What do you mean by the phrase 'pretending to be a great position as a robber can be destroyed by one's destiny'?"
"Back then, I took out two things in this secret hall." Feng Zhiwei said indifferently, "One is the command arrow, I returned it to you, and the other is the secret decree, left by your father."
"oh?"
A sneering smile appeared on the corner of Feng Zhiwei's lips, "You should have guessed that his secret decree is reserved for the three veteran officials. If the new emperor has any acts of rebellion, he can be abolished and killed. Establish the sons of the clan as emperors."
Ning Yi smiled as expected, and said: "He won't trust me until he dies." After being silent for a while, he said, "In this case, I have to thank you for not taking out this secret decree casually."