Chapter 690:

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The sharp-eyed clerk found that the emperor's fingers holding the letterhead seemed to tremble slightly.
Different from the anger and noise of everyone, the empress has been silent and calm. Her looming figure in the winter cold fog makes people feel lonely and lonely.
Then she smiled and said, "Prepare the boat."
"His Majesty!"
"I want to talk to the other party." Feng Zhiwei looked back with a smile, "Wu Ha, don't stop me, people can't be brave, and now the situation is worse than finding a best way out for you instead of brutal beating."
"His Majesty……"
Wuha is not a Han, and he is not familiar with Mandarin. He has a blushing neck and can’t speak. The prairie man has always been most obedient to orders and does not understand machine changes. The rest of the generals are not here. No one can stop Feng Zhiwei. The letter was sent to Wuha, and he did not return to the boat. The oil lamp dangled from the bow, and the pale yellow light smudged a dark color in the mist. The woman’s long hair was slightly tilted in the wind under the light, white The big cloak is like a wandering cloud, painted in the background of the winter night.
Wu Ha looked back at the cloud-like back, and a strange thought suddenly filled his heart-as if he had gone so far, their gentle and noble empress would never return.
The back shadow gradually disappeared into the mist, Wu Ha froze a glance of eyes, I do not know when a touch of moisture in the palm.
Feng Zhiwei got off the boat, and the soldiers had already been waiting on the shore. Seeing that she only brought a few escorts, she actually came over in person. They all showed a surprised look, but they did not speak much, and bowed to meet. Respectful and tightly guarded.
The man who came to meet her at once was Chun Yumeng.
The old people met, but at this time, this place and this scene, the two had mixed feelings, Chun Yu fiercely looked at Feng Zhiwei, he is a close believer of Ning Yi, after the South China Sea, he knew Feng Zhiwei's identity, thinking at this time In the old days of Qingming, the struggle for wine under the tree, the Longnan Communist Party struggled, and turned around, so that today they have become the monarch of the enemy country. What is the story of this life?
Feng Zhiwei raised his collar, and the snow-white big cloak covered his big snow-white face, lining up a pair of eyes as deep as the thick fog of winter, she smiled and smiled in the face of Chun Yumeng, like a stranger, and Chun Yumeng. Suddenly his eyes were wet-that smile, suddenly it was Wei Zhi who entered Qingming at the beginning, calm, gentle, with a cool and broad understanding of this earthly world.
"Your Majesty..." he said this unnaturally, "Please follow me."
"Call me Zhiwei." Feng Zhi smiled and felt that it was really comforting to see her old friend at this moment.
Abandoning the boat and going ashore, the palace in front gradually became outlined. Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked at the majestic and exquisite palace, and smiled gently.
It really is here.
In the front hall, in the angry eyes of his guards, Feng Zhiwei calmly accepted the heavy search, and then followed Chun Yumeng backwards. Before the double-story secret hall, Chun Yu suddenly stopped and said, "I only I can get here."
Feng Zhiwei nodded and was about to leave, Chun Yumeng suddenly stopped her.
Feng Zhiwei looked back, and Jun Yu looked at her eyes sharply, her eyes clear and sincere, "Talk well, don't take it easy... please... take care of each other."
Feng Zhiwei looked into his eyes, only felt his nose slightly sour, pursed his lips, and nodded cautiously.
She took the steps gently.
It has been four years since we last stepped on this stage.
She remembered the days when it seemed calm but stormy. On the day of the Emperor's collapse, she stole two of the most important things and flew away. Since then, the country has split the world, and it is four years.
It has been eight years since we first stepped on this stage.
In front of the temple that day was blooming like frost, before she walked around the stage, the sound of laughter still seemed to ring to her ears, as if she was lying under the secret hall with him to watch the mythology of the moon and moon with him, looking back, eight years.
She had thought that she would never set foot on this land again forever, but when she finally returned one day, she did not regret it.
The skirt lightly brushed the pillars, eighteen pillars, eighteen encounters, and the last pair was engraved and missed. At that time, it was only a commemoration, but now it is known as the fate of fate.
The hall door opened slowly.
The magnificent hall, which is tens of feet long and wide, is not brightly lit, but at the end of the long carpet, a dim candlelight is lit.
Under the candlelight, he was lightly clothed and thin fur, leaning against the huge screen of Jiulongzhuzhuozhuo, and carrying a jug, slowly pouring wine.
The candlelight slanted his face obliquely, his eyes under his long eyebrows were extremely black and his face was extremely white, bright and clear, like the eyebrows.
Time urges the heart, not the face.
Hearing the door push, he did not raise his head, his fingers filled the wine steadily, and only said lightly: "Come?"
She "huh" snorted, his nasal sounds were a little heavy, his fingers flickered suddenly, and a drop of wine fell on his fingertips.
The liquor was cold. It was unheated wine. He waited for her to get upset and got upset and took the wine from the secret hall. The wine was put there before the secret hall was created. I finally remember to taste it today.
She came forward lightly, the candlelight dimmed, and he looked up at her, his eyes were very quiet and powerful, as if he had brought a knife, and at a glance he would strangle the outline that could never be changed.
"You have gone really far," he whispered, "I thought you would never come back."
"It was like this." She smiled. "But..."
She didn't say anything, and Ning Yi didn't seem to listen carefully. He looked at the lights fascinatingly. After she entered the hall, he didn't look at it again. It seemed that he would be blessed if he read more. Then I can no longer look at the general.
He asked a little casually: "What do you mean by the phrase ‘fake it as a predator, can be destroyed by fate’?

"I was in this secret hall at that time, and took out two things." Feng Zhi said faintly, "one is the arrow, and you are back, and the other is the secret purpose, your father and emperor left."
"Oh?"
Feng Zhiwei's lips cast a ridiculous smile, "You should guess that his secret purpose is left to the three veteran officials. If the New Emperor has any actions that go against the fate of the world, they can be abandoned and killed. The children of the Lizong Emperor."
Ning Yi smiled unexpectedly and said, "He won't worry about me until he dies." Silenced for a while, he said, "So, I have to thank you for not giving this secret purpose."