Chapter 450:

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"Naturally is good." Feng Zhi squinted at him with a smile.
Ning Yi came with a small bowl of silver spoon, scooped a spoon, and fed it with a smile and said, "How can you enjoy such a delicious food? Come, you can also use it."
Feng Zhiwei was overwhelmed, stood up hurriedly, stood halfway thinking of something wrong and sat down again, vaguely felt a creak under him, and quickly turned his body around and gave a smile, said: "Don't! I eat too much tonight It’s too much, it’s going to stretch my stomach, and I’m going to vomit if I eat again.
Ning Yi withdrew the soup spoon, still the kind of shimmering smile, said lightly: "Oh? Really?" I took a few bites of regret, praised a few times, and stopped talking.
He is a prince who is a peasant. He eats everything he eats and eats. He likes nothing and is not as greedy as ordinary people. He even controls his preferences and shows no signs of weakness. He doesn’t want to show his weaknesses. Feng Zhiwei didn’t expect much. He was eating quickly, and when he stopped after eating two, he immediately smiled and supported his cheek, saying: "Actually... Your Royal Highness, I didn't finish talking just now."
"Oh?"
"The pigeon eggs in this dish are real, there are some flying dragon meat, but there are also the same ingredients..." Feng Zhi smiled unwillingly, "It is the southern grass insect meat..."
Before the words fell, he saw Ning Yiping put down the bowl and turned pale.
Immediately stood up hurriedly, grinning reluctantly: "Suddenly remembered that there was something left untreated, I will go back first, you rest early."
"No delivery, no delivery." Feng Zhiwei leaned on the pavilion, and smiled and waved her sleeves, watching Ning Yi walk almost to the edge of the well and walk down the secret passage of the organization, walking neatly than any other time. He smiled very proudly.
As soon as Ning Yi's figure disappeared at the wellhead, the smile on her face disappeared, froze for a while, stood up, rubbed her buttocks, and hugged the box in her arms.
She gently stroked the box and found that the seal of the box had already been opened. At the seal, the letterhead that had been wetted by water was probably carefully basked in the sun by Hua Qiong. The edges appeared crisp and brittle. It was full, and it was blown away by the wind, and it seemed to be rushing to fall into her hand. As long as her finger lightly flicked, she could pull out a letter, just like the original, representing mystery and unknown I don’t know if it’s the one attached to reeds and bird feathers, or the Anlanyu tide and coral, or the only reply of her own, with the temperature of my fingers and the joy of that year, in the vicissitudes of life After time, the bottom of the Bingliang River returned.
It was just that the mysterious unknown at that time, the joy of opening and expectation, the mysterious unknown was still at this time, but the mood was long gone.
Sure enough, things are changing, the mood of the previous moment, the history of the next moment.
She stood holding the box for a long time, and her eyes were dampened by the dew, but she didn't open the box and didn't try to take out any letter.
When the day was about to dawn, she took the box back to her room, and her back was a bit cold and lonely.
she does not know.
Someone entered the secret passage at the bottom of the well, but did not vomit or leave quickly.
The water level at the bottom of the well quickly receded. He was silent for a long time on the slightly wet ground before the portal of the underpass. The original vomiting white on his face had long faded, and he changed to another cool jade.
The moonlight above his head fell down to the side of the wellhead, and it looked extremely bright and extremely cold. In that cold light, a snow-bearing bamboo stood, and his sleeves dangled in the dark shadow that was not illuminated by the moonlight. In the vague sleeves, between the fingers, a white and square, square and square thing, whispered softly in the wind whirl in the dark.
On the second day, Hua Qiong and his wife left, Feng Zhiwei still went. The woman in the Changfeng smiled heroically, and she hugged Feng Zhiwei silently, and asked her to whisper in the ear, but the word "take care" was just there.
Take care of yourself, take care of each other, high mountains and long waters, waiting for you to meet.
Feng Zhiwei stood in Yiting, looking at the woman's back without turning her head, her eyes were slightly wet, her life was a confidante, but she was destined to gather less and stay away from each other. When she saw each other again, she did not know what month or year.
Far away, he saw Hua Qiong, who was away, suddenly turned his back to her, raised his hand, and the black light flashed in the palm of his hand. Feng Zhiwei recognized that it was the relic of Mrs. Feng who had given it to her when she was on the grassland.
Hua Qiong is telling her in her own way that the prairie vowed never to forget.
Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes and heard someone whispering in the wind, the soft voice that had long gone.
A faint green grass-like breath came from behind. Someone fluttered silently, not like many people. At this moment, the lonely woman was held in her arms to be gentle, but she stood intently three feet behind her. Ground, eat walnuts.
There was a pile of walnut shells on the ground. He stood in a pile of shells, his teeth were not clear, his head was not raised, his eyes were not raised, and he didn't look at the woman. "I'm here."
Feng Zhiwei's eyes bent slightly and his smile was soft. He turned back and wiped off the walnut shavings that fell on his clothes for Master Gu. He said, "Yes, you are just fine."
Suddenly I heard the sound of the horses and horses. When I turned around, I saw a team of ceremonies coming over. It was Ning Yi. Feng Zhiwei avoided the road, but Ning Yi had already seen her. "Wei Hou is sending friends?"
"Your Highness asked." Feng Zhiwei looked at his nose and nose, "Send Chinese ginseng out of Beijing."
Ning Yi stared at her, nodded, and said, "We must say goodbye to each other after a thousand miles, and Wei Hou doesn't need to be too sad."
Feng Zhiwei thought which of your eyes was sad to see me? In front of the group of officers and men brought by Ning Yi, they were all grateful and grateful. "His Royal Highness is really caring, and the officer is immediately moved without being sad."
Some people laughed, and Feng Zhiwei looked blank, but Ning Yi was not angry, and said lightly: "Wei Hou is here, so I might as well give away the king."
"Where is the temple?"
"Your Majesty wants to build a palace in Luoxian County. I ordered the people in the Ministry of Industry to take a look at the terrain and choose a suitable place, then you can start building."
Fengzhi's eyes flashed slightly—Luo County is an emperor's suburban county. It has always been known for its beautiful scenery. It is normal for Emperor Tiansheng to build a palace here, but Ning Yi has never been talking nonsense with her on this occasion, Fengzhi After thinking about it for a moment, I felt a little vague in my heart-Luoxian County has developed land and water transportation, guarding the emperor's portal, near Huwei Daying, and can go down to the Jianghuai in the south, and up to the east of the river in the north. , Another place to build for the descendants of the dynasty.