Chapter 628:

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Niang knows her well, knowing that only by taking the poison of her own soul after her death can she make her go down on this difficult and painful road.
If she should only be responsible for her own life and death, she would have thrown easily.
But I can't imagine the mother's soul sinking forever, I can't imagine my brother who died, and I still can't be relieved after death.
She owed them nothing, and she could never owe them indefinitely from life to death.
"Forget me..." After a long, long time, she whispered like a sigh and fluttered away like a butterfly on the river.
"I forgot to forget you, it's my business." Ning Yi said lightly, "but I don't want you to forget me, knowing me, even hate."
"You started to fight Helian just to make me hate you?" Feng Zhiwei said lightly, but the weight was heavy.
When in doubt, just ask, even if it is a hostile position, she should not disturb the established pace by hiding misunderstandings.
"No." Ning Yi answered very simply, "You know, you shouldn't ask this sentence."
Feng Zhiwei turned his head away, squinting at the burning red sky, and said softly for a while: "But sorry, there is Xin Ziyan."
Yes, it is hostile after all.
She will kill Xin Ziyan, but he can't give up either. What matters is not only that life, but also the confidence and loyalty of the Chu king's camp to the master. If he can't even protect a loyal subordinate, how can he make many people feel at heart?
Both of them are already on the string, and if they don't send, they must first hurt themselves. Just like whether Ning Yi has started to fight against Helian, she must move the cup of wine before leaving, and only he temporarily withdraws from the center and is suspected by the emperor. Only one hundred thousand mountains to dig Huaqiong can be safely stranded.
Feng Zhiwei squatted down, picked up a handful of river water, and opened five fingers to Ning Yi.
The clear river quickly ran from her fingers, like a moment of time slipping away.
"The past is lingering like water," she said. "You can't go back, you can't chase after. Only by this, parting to your Highness."
The water splattered down and never returned, and her back was thin and decisive.
The moment nobody turned around, there was her drop in the splashing crystal.
And he stood silently, lingering towards the water as before.
Suddenly the sunlight was taken away, and the sky turned cloudy for a while, and the snow fell, and the broken snow fell on the black fox fur. In a flash, a thin layer, like a young man with a black eyebrow, was covered with wind and frost because of the world.
Suddenly remembered in a trance.
Tomorrow, New Year's Eve.
During the Spring Festival of this year, I ran through the road.
The road is to the south of the mountain, not the north of the mountain.
On the seventh day of the first month, at the gate of the lively Laoting Palace, a team of carriages drove in.
The carriage is very simple, it seems to be an ordinary business team, no one noticed all the way into the city, inquired to the door of the Laoting Office.
Because during the New Year, the government office was closed and the gate was closed. The carriage stopped, and no one came out to ask about reception.
"Xin Ziyan lives here?" Feng Zhi slightly lifted the car curtain and looked at Hou Zhai's direction, his expression calm and quiet.
"What are you going to do with it?" Zong Chen said, "Just walk in the door?"
"What's the matter?" Feng Zhi said faintly. "Lao Xin deserves the most upright death. I want to tell him clearly and then make a knot."
She got out of the car, looked at the sky, and said, "Huzhuo Custom, King Wangxue, and the burial forty-nine days later. I will rush over as soon as possible and return to the grassland before the arrival of the imperial court. I have been living with illness for a long time, and it makes no sense not to appear at the funeral of the king."
Immediately, she usually walked towards the door of the government office, and politely filled the door with money, saying that it was a distant guest visiting Master Xin, and the door did not ask too much. There were many guests, and there were always people coming and going, and the master also spent the whole day. The drunk was not difficult to wait, collected the money, and let her in without asking much.
Feng Zhiwei was a little puzzled. She was asking Ming Ziyan to settle the account. Ning Yi was trying to save him. She thought that she would get trapped in the city from the beginning of entering the city. She didn't want to enter the government office so easily.
She went straight to Fuyao's house. At that time, the people in the house were lazy, empty, and no one was there. Feng Zhi drove straight in and stopped in front of the big red door connecting Fuya and Houzhai. Take it off and give it to Zong Chen behind him.
The big clot took off, revealing her black body and three knives behind her!
There are one handle on the left and one on the back of the shoulder, and one on the back of the waist.
Then she raised her hand and knocked.
Her knocking posture looked light and calm, but with that knock, there was a bang, and the whole red door broke a large piece, and a large piece of thick wood crashed down, splashing dust and smoke.
Several swords in the smoke and dust came out from the big hole like lightning!
Feng Zhi slightly turned his head, the sword brushed her cheek, and kicked her foot, slammed the whole door and flew up, hitting the guard behind the door.
The guards had not yet seen who was coming and had been hit by the door.
In the moment of falling down, Feng Zhiwei drew his sword!
The snow-like blade of light shouted from the end of the mountain, like the son of Huzhuo Wang Shizi, who was dressed like a raging horse on the long street, and passed by the eight biao.
"The young ladies from the big households of Emperor Jiuwen in Jiuwen are all very delicate and beautiful girls from different grasslands.
"Crack!" Under one finger, the carriage glass shattered.
"Slap!" Feng Zhi's micro-handle reversed, and the arc shot, smashing the wrist of a man holding the knife.
Helian, Helian, this is a mistake for a lifetime.
The long swords crossed, the air of the sword was like a net, and a group of people came from the hula yard. The long swords formed a giant net of sword arrays.
Feng Zhiwei made a mistake with both hands, and then doubled off the sheath with two knives behind his shoulders, and flew up against the sword net pierced by the other party. A layer of pale haze extended silently.
Jin Gongyu Que filled the misty white mist in the morning. His dark blue coat, white jade wiped the forehead, holding the corpse in both hands, and came.
"Is it forbidden to bring the suffering corpse to the temple?"
"Oh."