The Rise of Phoenixes

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This is the last heir of Emperor Tiansheng. With such a prince, there will be greater variables in the inheritance of the emperor's power of the Tian family. Anyone with a little sober mind should understand that if it is Ning Yi, an adult prince who is deeply overwhelmed by the city. Going to the big position, the resistance will increase a lot for what she will do in the future.

She never understood.

Otherwise, there will not be the word Shallow Shrine carved by Jingkou after a night of thinking.

The vows made, thousands of entanglements, and countless hesitations in life.

The determination of her life was ruthless, and in front of this person, after all, she had to quietly toss and turn.

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

Mother, forgive me.

I promise you that I will work hard to implement the oath written in blood at your grave that year, but please allow me to retain a little freedom of heart.

Let me give up this opportunity.

Let me, try to trust him again.

When she opened her eyes again, she had nothing in her eyes. She stared at Ning Yi and smiled briefly. She said nothing and turned over the child in her arms.

Ning Yi took a stable posture when she took over the child, but there was a slight vibration in her eyes.

Only he knew that this simple action was not easy for Feng Zhiwei.

Only he knew that it was not an ordinary woman. She had no simple trust in her life. Her past and choices made her unable to trust.

The moment he held the little baby in his arms, his hands trembled, and the smile he raised was as quiet as usual, just like her.

He thought, maybe she didn't know what he understood at the moment.

As she thought, maybe he didn't know she let go at the moment.

To them.

This is the closest distance in my life.

But all thought that the other party did not know.

After handing over the child to Ning Yi, Feng Zhiwei watched Ning Yi carefully wrap him in his cloak and mounted and left.

The men in black had wiped out Shaoning's men, and now they are neatly picking up the corpses, in groups of two, and throwing the corpses onto a dark carriage that does not know when they will come, and then quietly driving away.

Tomorrow, the people of Shaoning will silently disappear into this world, no one knows their origin, and no one knows where they are.

This is the first time Feng Zhiwei saw the dark brothers and sisters of the royal brothers and sisters with their own eyes.

There are not only hidden schemes lurking in the hall, but also blood splatter of real swords and real guns.

Human life is nothing but a royal victim, without any care.

Each prince has a group of dead deceased, and each prince has experienced countless assassinations since he grew up.

Feng Zhiwei felt a little awe-inspiring in his heart, and felt that the wind in this early summer night was also very cold.

She stood still in the alley, watching Ning Yi's back go away, thinking vaguely where Qing Fei had gone, and previously forced herself away at the wall of the imperial temple, letting her "hit and hit" by mistake Who is the killer? What does it have to do with this matter?

She watched Ning Yi's men fill the tunnel extremely skillfully, and even put the broken cylinder back carefully, thinking for a while, she decided to go back to sleep.

She went back along the old road. In fact, she and Ning Yi's mansion were in the same direction, but she estimated that Ning Yi should arrange the child's whereabouts at this moment, so she didn't go with Ning Yi deliberately.

She crossed the ridge of the heavy wall and flew wind and tiger. There was always a slight haze in her heart and it was hard to disperse. She ran almost vented.

Then she suddenly saw a black flash in front of her.

The flying figure was somewhat familiar from afar, Feng Zhi frowned slightly, and subconsciously followed.

The man was extremely light-hearted. She followed her from afar, watching a tree in front of her cover a hidden corner of the alley, and the man suddenly disappeared.

Feng Zhiwei was startled, and then heard a slight "wah."

This sound is too familiar. On average, she listens to it seventeen or eight times every time. She has fully developed her sensitivity. When she hears this sound, she knows that she will die.

Somehow, her heart sank when she heard this voice, like some kind of secret hope and goodness in her heart, which was suddenly cut off by a sharp blade.

This inexplicable hunch stopped her, stopped at the wall, and didn't want to step forward for an instant.

It seemed that as soon as I stepped forward, something would collapse in front of my eyes, and I couldn't clean up anymore.

She hesitated for a moment at the wall, and then she wanted to turn around.

The far corner in front of the road, but already turned around, followed by two people.

It is Ning Yi.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes fell on the burden in his arms at first glance.

Then she shook.

The moonlight fell coldly, the miserable blue color, the sapphire-like color that had been buried in the thousand-year-old soil, was an arduous blood color.

The bright light flashed in the blood, which belonged to the cold light of the metal weapon.

A short knife was inserted into the baby's chest.

The child opened his mouth slightly, and it seemed that he was crying a moment ago, and his eyes were wide, the gloss had dispersed, like a stiff abacus bead, and it was glowing black.

His cheeks were still so tender and soft, but he had lost the previous rosyness, leaving only a sad white, and in the moonlight, it flickered like white paper.

The little life ended shortly after birth.

Not dying from the mother's belly, not the hand of the woman who gave birth, the cruelty of the man.

She died just after she let go.

Feng Zhiwei's complexion in the moonlight was as pale as the dead child.

She stared at the small body tightly, and then slowly turned her eyes to Ning Yi, her eyes full of disbelief.

The unbelievable is not this determined killing, but some kind of knowing deception.

Ning Yi also lowered her head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He seemed to be looking at the little corpse. After a long sigh, he gave the **** mass to his subordinates.

Immediately he seemed to order a word.

Feng Zhiwei stared closely at his mouth.

He was saying: "Don't let her know..."

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes.