Chapter 230:

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This year, I have eaten a lot of food and enjoyed the glory of the world. However, until today I realized that what I really want is still three people around the table, meeting head to head, drinking that bowl of cabbage soup.
Unable to catch up and irrecoverable, this world is infinitely sad.
The lights gradually went out.
At midnight, there was snow.
There was a lot of snow, and it was a thick layer soon.
Feng Zhi was quiet and silent. He walked in the snow with a single shirt and thin snow. The cold snow did not cross the ankles. The bone was cold, but it didn't feel cold. From today, there is nothing that can make her cold.
Starting today, she has been sleeping in the deep snow of eternal frost, she has nothing and is alone.
"Zhiwei, wait for me."
"At that time I would like to hear the sound of the reeds swaying in the wind like a sea tide, or there will be a bird falling feathers on my hem, um... would you like to listen to it again?"
We will no longer listen to the sound of reeds together.
When Jin Yuwei, mastered by Xin Ziyan, broke through the gate of Cuifangzhai, the piece of reeds was destined to wither forever in the distant South China Sea.
Love and hate are always on the road.
Ning Yi.
Jin Yuwei is yours, isn't it?
The investigation of the Feng family began when we first met, did we not?
The concern for Feng Hao comes from your doubts about his and my life experience, right?
It turned out that I was always your goal-not love, but the life and death of the imperial power.
It turns out that I have always stood on the other side of you-not destiny, but blood opposition.
Oh... how silly, how silly.
It turned out that my life was destined to have no period of indulgence. When I wanted to run my mind, destiny had to rein my reins, and give me the heaviest and most boneless whip.
It turned out that all my expectations were dreams floating in the clouds, which seemed beautiful, but in fact they were always split by thunder and lightning and blown away by the wind.
It turned out that the tentacles that I thought were within reach are actually far from the horizon of the Han realm of Chuhe.
The snow is ruthless and unjust, and the wailing wailing, no matter whether at this moment, there are people who are single and cold, standing in the snowy night.
Feng Zhi squatted slowly, and under a low tree, he slowly wrote a name with his fingers.
She stared at the name in the snow at night. Then he pressed his red hands cold and silent.
The snow, scorched by her temperatureless hands, thousands of thoughts, lonely, and gradually flowed away, gurgling, like in life, some irreparable things, such as life, such as affection.
At dawn, she held two coffins and walked out of Ning'an Palace in the snow. Her back was straight in the heavy snow, and she never looked back.
The name of the palm under the dwarf tree was silently thrown behind her, and the heavy snow never stopped, covering it layer by layer, and could never find the snow.
In the 13th year of Emperor Jingxi in Changxi, there were homeless orphans who had been evicted from their homes, a brothel under the guardian's house, hearingless warriors, unparalleled princes who lived in peace, and youths who had risen up.
In the thirteen years of Changxi, there were the imperial princes who traveled to Beijing, the ruthless founding emperors, the generation of handsome women who endured humiliation, and the innocent teenagers who were ignorant and waiting to die.
In the 13th year of Emperor Jing in Changxi, there was the first encounter of Boliang in the icy lake in winter, there was a night in the middle of the Changfeng Guqiao, there was a little rain in the ancient temple to survive, and the life and death of the windy South China Sea survived.
In the 13th year of Emperor Jing in Changxi, there was a person who had the worst and brightest memories in his life, but turned the page silently on the first snow night of that year.
Oblivion and prosperity.
The wind from the Qingzhuo Snow Mountain, with the breath of snow in the mountains, walked across the thousands of miles of grassland and fluttered to the face, leaving only refreshing and cool.
The horizon is always far away from the line of sight, and a touch of residual sun, beyond the blue sky curtain, is extremely powerfully burning, shining the magnificent river in front of it, shining like gold.
"After passing the river in front, it was the site of the 12th Huzhuo." Hua Qiong came out of the car and put a cape on Feng Zhiwei who was standing on the riverside. "Although the inland is already spring, the north is It's getting colder and colder. What should I do if I'm so cold in a single shirt?"
Feng Zhi gathered his cloak tightly and smiled at her, saying: "Don't treat me like a sick cat, you are about to give birth before you can come out to blow out."
Hua Qiong patted her shoulder, and the two smiled at each other.
Immediately opened their eyes.
One continued to look at the river, and one narrowed his eyes to the vast grassland.
The wind blew their hair, and both were hunting and flying.
It has been a few days since Emperor Jing was born. After that, Dazhi Xue had a serious illness after Feng Zhiwei buried Mrs. Feng and Feng Hao. When she got ill, she thought carefully and decided to leave Emperor Jing.
All sacrifices must have their value. Niang loved her brother for 16 years and made many preparations and illusions, in order to one day once the Dacheng imperial court case was launched, so that the younger brother would be pushed out to cover the bag for her, even if he died himself, In exchange for the forgiveness and pity of Emperor Tiansheng, not only gave her a chance to survive, but also gave her the possibility of rising.
From now on, she will no longer be in danger of being exposed, and she can even rely on the emperor's guilt and the status of the county master to gradually move in the direction that the mother wants her to go.
Niang did this for her. Even when she was dying, she was acting against Emperor Tiansheng. How could she live up to this kind of hardship and gratitude, and how could she waste those two lives?
Since Ning Yi has already shot her, there is no possibility of mercy. For the first time, she escaped, and there is no guarantee that there will be no second strike. As Ning Yi returns to Beijing, the victory of Zhengnan will surely make He was more scorching, how would she fight him then?
"Some things I must get, and now that I have reached this point, I can no longer withdraw, and sometimes I cannot help myself as a superior, even if he wants to retreat, his subordinates and his followers will not Allow, you...understand?"
The words were still in the ears, and the conversation between the two in the cloister outside the Imperial Study after the five princes took their wives, and only then did they understand their deep meaning.
Unfortunately, it is too late to understand.
Emperor Jingju is not easy, so take a step back and let the sea and the sky wide.