The Rise of Phoenixes - Chapter 641

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“It’s getting dark early, ten miles away from the post.” The captain of the **** drove to a carriage engraved with the logo of the prairie royal family. He asked for instructions. “Concubine, are you going forward or looking for a place to stay? Please show me.”

The car curtain slightly opened a line, and Feng Zhi’s faint and calm voice came, “It’s unsafe to camp on the spot.”

The captain of the **** led away, and Feng Zhiwei sat quietly in the car, listening to the orderly arrangements outside.

Not long ago, she was ordered to return to Dijing. After Gu Nanyi refitted and walked with her to Longbei, they parted ways. On the one hand, he would go back to look after him, sit in Xiliang, pass on the situation there, and respond when necessary, on the other hand, Gu Nanyi is the representative of Wei Zhi. When she returned to Beijing as Feng Zhiwei, he was no longer suitable to appear beside her.

Here, in Longbei, near the border of Jianghuai, another three or four days’ journey can arrive at Dijing. Feng Zhiwei is not impatient. The situation in North Korea and China is now erratic.

Since Ning Yi had been ruthlessly asked by her to set up a prince, he was jealous of the emperor and deprived him of his right to visit the palace at any time. The father and son did not meet in private for more than half a year. The faction of the Seventh Prince, who suppressed the movement, jumped out immediately after he lost power. The saying of “Xian Wang” was once again flooding the government and the opposition. By comparison, Ning Yi Taoguang kept quiet, and it seemed that the king of Chu was very weak. The seven princes were proud of this. The seven princes who were in front of the army were simply invited to lead their troops and use their solid military skills to make a icing on the cake. The seven princes were stable, still hesitating, and his factions in the middle of the dynasty were already connected. The table preached for him that Emperor Tiansheng immediately decided to lead the Southern Army by the seven princes, and to hand over the short soldiers of Changning Fan who had become the emperor according to Jiang. Jubilant, praising the virtue of the virtue continued, but at this time burst out the seven princes connivance subordinates, impersonating the head of the enemy with ordinary people, even killing the three villages, resulting in no people within a hundred miles, after the news came out, the people in Longbei were angry Slammed into the barracks officials’ office, “Qingyang Religion” took the opportunity to preach, pointing at the imperial court’s reversal and destiny. The tens of thousands of people gathered in just a few days. The news reached the middle of the DPRK, and His Majesty was furious. He immediately ordered a thorough investigation. It is still being kept secret. Whoever went to Longbei to investigate and handle the case, even Feng Zhiwei did not get the news, but it is obvious that Ning Yi has written it in 80% of the matter, and she can see the style of Ning Yi from the ups and downs of this matter— — Show weakness first, let the other party dizzy, make you climb higher and higher, and then pull out your ladder, and wait for you to plant heavier and heavier, so there are so many desperate preachers after the victory of the Seventh Prince, The emperor’s heart was blown away with rewards, the emperor praised the seven princes as a national model award, and spread the whole country. The ice and snow plummeted.

By then, how could the emperor with a bad face not be angry?

Feng Zhiwei sighed softly, thinking that the Qingyang missionary has been very low-key and secret. He never disturbed the government. Except for the few places in the south where the war information is not available, the missionaries in other areas are very careful, but it is obvious that it is still Knowing by Ning Yi, he used the Longbei Tucun case to raise the Qingyang religion.

She believes that the mission of Qingyang Religion outside the South should not be so arrogant, but Ning Yi said that arrogance is arrogant. In the short term, Qingyang Religion does not want to develop rapidly outside the South.

Feng Zhiwei put her fingers together and thought about the future. Now she is no longer alone. She is a life and death blessing for too many people in the world, but she keeps a secret in the hands of Ning Yi. Life and death depend on him The mind-this is terrible.

Although he has always been implied, although he has always expressed his unwillingness to be an enemy with her, but things have now become enemies, counting on who can’t bear to survive, too naive and ridiculous. He is also considered a hero, how can he sit and watch others trying to pry his family? Not to mention that Jiangshan, in his eyes, even his.

What if he doesn’t want to? Since someone was worrying about him and preached every day, Xin Ziyan was the precedent!

Feng Zhi sighed slightly, thinking of the secret letters received by Hang Ming Qi Shaojun and others these days, intentionally or unintentionally, all talking about the Chu King Yinzhu, suggesting that she would take advantage of the opportunity to return to Beijing to eradicate it very early, otherwise major events will be difficult.

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes, his heart was tumbling, and suddenly felt a cold face, his fingers flicked, but it was a snowflake, which passed through the gap of the car curtain that was not covered just now, and fell on his face.

Snowing.

She gently pulled the snowflake down and put it on the palm of her hand. The angular snowflake sparkled in the palm of her palm, and she slowly counted the petals of the snowflake.

“Kill, don’t kill, kill, don’t kill, kill…”

Not counting yet, the snowflakes have melted in the palm of your hand, and the cold has stained your skin.

In the end, I don’t know whether to kill or not to kill.

Feng Zhi curled his palm slightly, holding the coolness of that palm tightly.

She counts so slowly, doesn’t she want to face the result of counting?

She closed her eyes, the heavens on all sides were pressed down, and the cold wind whizzing around her head was endless, gloomy, and it sounded like weeping innumerably.

In the snowy night of the 19th year of Changxi, Longbei.

One mile away from the Fengzhiwei carriage team, there are three small villages that were legendarily killed by the seven princes as imperial enemies.

A mile away from the village, there is also a team of carriages, plain and low-key, walking on the road to the dead village.

A mile away from the carriage, countless masked men crouched in the snow, watching the dead village not far away, waiting for the carriage to arrive, his sword and sword were painted black, and there was no night Reflective.

These are the three points on the map of Longbei at the end of the 19th year of Tiansheng. Each point is in the form of a triangle, and they are very close to each other very slowly.

At the center of the three points, Feng Zhiwei’s team is standing silent in the snow.

Overnight, the north wind was tight, and the snowflakes flew one by one.

This kind of weather is no longer suitable for sleeping, and the captain of the security guard sent people to find habitable homes or ancestral temples and temples, but the news was no.

“How is it possible?” the captain of the security guard said anxiously. “This is not a backcountry, and it is not far from the Jianghuai. Why is there no one else?”