Chapter 607

In her eyes, he saw the endless darkness and profundity, which had become emptiness because of too many things left, which was fearless but sad, as if waiting for the last song of fate.

Looking at each other in silence, at both ends of the long street.

In the middle is flying snow like paper money.

Feng Zhiwei's line of sight, finally slowly fell on the coffin, white and calm, reined, dismounted, avoided to the side of the road, bowed.

People all over the country praised Wei's demeanor and his kindness to him.

According to folklore, Wei was sent to prison with his mentor voluntarily.

Fortunately, good people are safe.

Hearing the admiration, the golden flowers turned pale and red and trembled all over.

However, xinziyan is still like that, standing in the wind in August.

Then he moved on with an empty face.

He accompanied the coffin, under the eyes of all the people, in the tight breath of seven aunts, and under the intense knife pressing gaze of Jin Yuwei, he walked to fengzhiwei step by step.

Walk to Feng Zhi's body.

Feng Zhiwei stands in silence.

Xin Ziyan looks up with indifference.

Then.

Wipe your shoulders.

And then.

All around the wind long swing, stirring black butterfly and white paper money, the Xin family so straight past, rub her shoulder, like that corner of the bow, never exist.

The biggest hatred is not the rage of Jiji finger when the street mouth foam is flying. The hate that can be scolded is not deep enough.

the biggest hate is the powerful and vigorous power from the deep heart, which can only be expressed by repressed silence.

Words can't kill people. There's no need to waste them.

But there is a part of strength, all save revenge.

Feng Zhiwei was silent at the corner of the street. Those people said nothing again, but she seemed to hear that the people walking around, even their bones were squeezing hard, making the sound of lattice ready to be broken.

When the whole procession was over, she straightened up, mounted her horse, and moved on, her face still as before.

When they saw their enemies, they pressed them with all their strength.

When she saw her enemy, she knelt down to him with all her strength, weeping and thanking him.

There is no one more bitter than who, only the endless cycle of heaven.

She was a little distracted at once, and did not notice that Zong Chen who followed her looked at the back of Xin family and frowned slightly.

Feng Zhiwei seems to be static, but in fact, his mind is in a trance after all, but zongchen feels xinziyan's strong murderous spirit to fengzhiwei.

He frowned and thought that fengzhiwei could not give the grassland and Xiliang any affairs that happened in the imperial capital, but some things could not be let alone.

Xuefutu was loyal to his Lord, but he was not obedient to his orders. According to the iron regulations of xuefutu in Dacheng secret file, there was an order after Dacheng founding emperor that xuefutu had the right to self-determination as long as it was beneficial to the Lord or if there was something that xuefutu thought was endangering his life.

What she can't do, what she doesn't want to do, he comes.

Zong Chen looked up, thought for a moment, made a gesture, immediately there are several ordinary faces of the guard, very naturally behind a few steps, and then quietly disappeared in the corner.

Ten miles out of the city, the scenery is beautiful and the terrain is good. Many officials and dignitaries in the capital circle the ground as a family burial ground.

Xin Ziyan bought a mountain top and buried fat ah Hua on the top of the mountain. There, she could see far away. Xin Ziyan thought ah Hua would like it there. She liked to climb high, so she could see the old house in Hanoi country.

In fact, the old house in Hanoi country is already dilapidated. Last year, Xin Ziyan quietly sent someone back to repair the house. After his highness ascended the throne, he would take ah Hua to his hometown to give her a surprise. He also found a geomantic treasure land behind the mountain and planned to bury him there in the future.

There will be no surprise in this life. He has not helped the coffin to be buried in Hanoi. On the one hand, he is not free. On the other hand, he still has something to do in the imperial capital. When it is finished, maybe his life will be given away. When the time comes, let the golden flowers send them back to the joint burial.

This he light and gold flowers said, sister-in-law cry into a group, he listened to annoy, drove them away.

When the last handful of earth fell from the grave, he stretched himself out in front of the grave and waved to let the funeral procession go back.

Those servants of the Xin family dare not obey the master's orders, not to mention the guards of jinyuwei.

A group of guards stood at a distance of three feet away, and did not want to disturb the great scholar. Xin Ziyan leaned against the grave and thought for a long time. He took out a pot of wine and drank it with his head up.

He was not very good at drinking, and he was depressed. He splashed most of the pot down and got drunk. As soon as he lifted his hand, the wine pot whirled down and fell into the clouds in the middle of the mountain.

The mountain was damp, and the white mist came up. Xin Ziyan reached out his hand and giggled, "ah Hua, are you here? Why, how do you dress in white? I remember you hate white clothes the most

He stumbled and reached out to hug him. He threw himself on the grave. He simply hugged the grave and rubbed it. He muttered, "don't hit the face. It's not good to see people tomorrow..."Suddenly, he was drunk and drowsy: "your face is so cold Did you cry I told you to give the steamed buns to the boss Don't give me I'm not hungry... "

The fog was getting heavier and heavier all around. Jin Yuwei was worried about his drunken state in the distance. He was afraid that he would fall off the cliff. He wanted to get closer. As soon as he got to the edge of the fog, he fell silent.

Without knowing it, Xin Ziyan murmured about the past with the grave in his arms.

A man suddenly came into the white fog.

The man was also dressed in white, tall and handsome, with a purple jade flute at his waist, and his green tassels swayed leisurely in the wind.

He came quietly and looked down at Xin Ziyan. He hesitated in his eyes and finally sighed slowly.

"I promised him to protect his life, no matter who it is."

Then he reached out his hand.

Xin Ziyan held the grave tightly, closed his eyes, and focused on fat ah Hua.

There was a sudden surge of fog.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in the rich white, showing a black corner of the robe, and a faint red collar, which was bright like a flame. All sides immediately crackled, and the air exploded. The mountain wind was like a fist clenched, and his face was covered by zongchen.

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