She knows that there is a kind of person who only allows himself to appear in front of others with brilliance all the time, and does not want to be seen by others behind him.
She was originally standing in front of the crystal wall, and she didn't know how to open it, but when she retreated, she just retreated into the arms of the crystal beauty, and she didn't know where she touched, the beauty's arm suddenly moved, and then the crystal wall slid away silently.
Feng Zhiwei looked back, and saw that the posture of the crystal beauty had changed, with her hands clasped, her head tilted slightly, a bit charming and a bit seductive.
She was stunned, and vaguely felt that this design was a bit obscene and vulgar. Although the crystal statue was only a jade statue, the beautiful woman had elegant and noble features, and this posture seemed a bit profane.
When the crystal wall was pulled away, Feng Zhiwei realized that this was a rockery. The crystal wall outside was painted with a layer of light green, which was like the color of moss. From the inside, the outside would not be affected, but from the outside, it could easily be regarded as a fake mountain. Fake mountain wall, no wonder Ning Yi didn't notice her on the bridge.
The moment the crystal wall slid away, Ning Yi finally looked back with a feeling.
The rain curtain turned into a curtain, and he was on the bridge at the other end of the curtain, looking at her.
The rain became silk, she looked up and looked back under the bridge at the other end of the curtain.
Shui Guang weaves diagonally and vertically, just like the dense mood at the moment.
If the eyes become silk, this moment is also the rain silk, invisible and colorless, cool and long, entangled in the sky and the earth incessantly.
After a long time, Ning Yi supported the bridge railing and slowly stood up, stepped down the arch bridge, and walked towards her step by step, the rainwater slid down his slightly pale cheeks in streams, his hair became darker, his brows thicker and his eyes deeper after washing. , the lip color is so white, under the infiltration of raindrops, it seems to have lost all the warmth.
The crown is full of Jinghua, and the people of Sri Lanka are alone and haggard.
He walked up to Feng Zhiwei, as if he wanted to ask something, his eyes suddenly fell on the crystal wall behind her, his face changed suddenly, he walked around Feng Zhiwei and entered the tunnel.
When he found the crystal wall's livid face, Feng Zhiwei was a little uneasy, and he turned back, only to see Ning Yi staring blankly at the crystal beauty, with his lips pursed tightly and bloodless.
The way he looked at the image, some pain, some nostalgia, some joy, some memory, intertwined into complex and unspeakable eyes, Feng Zhiwei looked at that expression, and then looked at the beauty's eyebrows, and realized something in his heart.
Ning Yi stared blankly like that for a long time, and finally took a step forward extremely cautiously, stretching out his hand tremblingly to touch the face of the crystal statue, stretching out his fingers very lightly and carefully, as if he was afraid that if the force was too heavy, everything in front of him would be like a dream broken.
However, as he approached this step, he glanced at it, only to find the special posture of the crystal statue.
Ning Yi was stunned, and took another careful look.
Immediately, deep anger suddenly appeared in his eyes, like the sea before a storm, huge waves erected and smashed against the shore, and the turbulence seemed to submerge the sky and the earth.
"Crack!"
There was a flash of white light, like an electric shock, there was a burst of crackling, and the phantom of the brilliance dazzled the eyes. Feng Zhiwei took a step back in shock, lamenting in her heart that the priceless crystal statue would be annihilated.
The footsteps made a crackling sound, stepping on a pile of broken chips on the ground, and on the opposite side, Ning Yi stood with his long hair scattered and leaning on his sword.
Half of the crystal wall has been destroyed, but the crystal statue is intact. In the end, Ning Yi was not willing to destroy that perhaps the only statue left in the world.
He stood for a long time, with long eyelashes drooping, from Feng Zhiwei's angle, only the delicate and pale line of his jaw can be seen.
It was extremely quiet in the tunnel, but she seemed to be able to hear only her own breathing. This feeling, together with his extreme paleness, shocked her. She couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to do something.
Just when he walked in front of Ning Yi, he suddenly fell down.
The rain fell ferociously, there was a rumbling sound between the sky and the earth, and the moss-covered ground was very wet and slippery. Feng Zhiwei came out of the rockery with Ning Yi on his back with difficulty, and as soon as he poked his head out, he was hit by the oncoming rain. Get wet.
She wiped away the rainwater and scolded herself, really, why did she run into the tunnel to hide from the rain? Wasted effort, doomed to be watered.
He scolded Ning Yi again, really, why go crazy when he is fine? Isn't it good to keep calm and cool? It seems that I have to learn from her!
Passing through this courtyard is the backyard palace. Although it is old, it is clean and dry after all. Maybe you can find medicine, which is good for the patients. Earlier, Feng Zhiwei thought about the fainted Ning Yi for a long time, but she still recited him out of the tunnel .
The rain curtain is like a wall, and the moss is covered with moss on the ground, and the pale green water pool reflects the slender figure, carrying the person with difficulty, step by step, and move forward.
After walking for quite a while in a short distance, the rain was so heavy that people could not open their eyes and see the direction clearly, Feng Zhiwei almost touched the pillars under the eaves with his eyes closed.
She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the locked door with a twist of her fingers, and carried Ning Yi into the main room. The room was dark, and everything was covered with a gray cloth. animal shadow.
Feng Zhiwei didn't put Ning Yi on the bed, he was drenched all over, if he put him on the bed, he would be sleeping in the water, she put Ning Yi on the chair, brought a quilt, and wrapped Ning Yi from head to toe. It was tight, and then he took his pulse.
Feng Zhiwei frowned when he got a pulse. Ning Yi didn't just catch a cold in the rain or suffer from acute pain. It is the pain and depression that caused the old injury to flare up. If it is not dealt with in time, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles.
His body qi is cold, the first thing to do is to dispel the cold, otherwise it will only aggravate the old injury.
Feng Zhiwei stood in the dark room, raised her head to the sky, thought for a while, then closed her eyes.
She stretched her hand into the quilt wrapped around Ning Yi, and took it off without saying a word.
Feng Zhiwei's movements were swift at first, but gradually slowed down, and the base of her ears turned slightly red, but she never stopped.
There was a pile of wet clothes piled up on the ground. Looking at the number of clothes, I took off all the clothes that should be taken off, and also took off the ones that shouldn't be taken off.
When Feng Zhiwei's hand was withdrawn from the bed, it stopped suddenly.
The skin under her fingers had always been smooth and cool, but there was a slight bulge. She touched it hesitantly, and she was sure that it was a scar, and it was a very hideous scar.
This is probably the old injury that caused him to faint. It's just that Tianhuang nobleman, a child of the royal family, how could he have the opportunity to suffer such a serious injury