Chapter 634

This sentence is like a heavy hammer, which makes Fengzhi shake slightly.

The peony flower pours heavily on Fengzhi's shoulder and wails bitterly. The tears in the black fox fur spread out a thin and cool color, and the light under the oil lamp is faint.

Feng Zhiwei slowly raised her hand, gently patted her shoulder, eyes through her shoulder, looking at the little child standing beside the peony.

This year's five-year-old zamuto.

The child leaned against the door, wearing a black hat of filial piety, saw his mother crying, followed by crying, tears hazy eyes, but also did not forget to look at Fengzhi.

Feng Zhiwei patted Liu Mudan's shoulder hand and stopped in mid air.

When she fell again, her tone was painful and cool.

"No, he was killed for me."

Who does not believe in fate, can not see the end of five years later, futile compassion, but the fate of the roulette.

Peony did not understand her meaning. She cried desperately on her shoulder. Since receiving the news of her death, this strong woman did not cry. As the old king Kuku died suddenly, she first thought of the stability of the grassland and her responsibility. Only when she saw the arrival of a woman stronger than herself, her tears finally burst out.

Her face was buried in Fengzhi's shoulder and murmured over and over, "we shouldn't have quarreled with him You shouldn't have quarreled with him... "

Feng knows Wei Gang wants to ask her what's wrong with her, but peony flower seems to have enough vent. She wipes her tears and says, "go to see him. Zha Dalan must want to see you for the last time."

Feng Zhiwei takes a deep breath, nods and enters the door. Someone silently opens the curtain for her.

She saw the black gold coffin in the middle of the hall.

The benevolent and bright King of Shunyi sleeps in the coffin made for him by his people with black gold.

Phoenix know micro stand at the door, a moment only feel the face of the far end of the world, the sky, the world.

I think there is still a long life, and I think there will be a lot of opportunities to meet in the future. However, all of them just think that they will face the most determined one in the end.

She stood in front of the steps and watched the huge coffin in the cold wind of the grassland in the middle of the night. It was another world. It was thick and dark. It was always on the other side. Even if she died immediately, she couldn't get there accurately.

It was this thick barrier that separated her lifelong confidant, the grassland hero, and zhadalan, who would call her little aunt, and left her to face this heart for a long time.

The cold wind blows through the rolled up curtain, and the cool air of ice is seeping in the room. The long-standing lamp on the candlestick flashes twice, like a hasty smile. Feng Zhiwei moves slowly, step by step, past.

It's only three feet, a long life.

When she finally came to the black gold coffin, which was almost to look up, her legs suddenly softened, leaning against the coffin and kneeling down.

The fingers slide slowly along the totem of fierce, clear and angry animals on the black gold. The carving of the rough style on the grassland is grinding the fingers, but the heart at the moment.

For the first time in her life, she was unable to stand up and look at him for the last time.

"Zhiwei, I'm always waiting here. If you don't come over and don't let me go, then I'll be here. Remember, when you're tired, step back and look back. I'm here."

In a trance, who is whispering in the ear, penetrating the vast sky of the deep winter grassland.

Helene, where am I when you're here? I promised to protect your grassland. I wanted to protect the land you love. I chose to block the wind and cloud in Beijing to prevent you from getting involved in the imperial wind and rain, but I didn't expect that the news blockade would eventually harm you.

If you know that I have made a move and know the fight between me and Xin Ziyan, will you be alert and not take the final road of death?

Is it no matter how around, fate will give me a slap in the face of the end?

The long-term lamp is dimly fluttering overhead, making a slight cracking sound, like who is sighing from afar on the dome.

Fengzhiwei, holding the coffin wall, struggled to stand up and pushed the lid of the coffin open. The black gold coffin was covered with special cold jade, filled with the incorruptible perfume of the lamas of Huyin temple. The gold crown of the king's robe of helianzheng was lying on the seven layers of brocade bed with two colors of black and gold. Except that it seemed that some of the royal robes were too broad and pale, their faces were still alive.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him quietly, as if in a trance, he suddenly sat up, suddenly opened his arms around her neck, Lang Lang smile, "aunt, frighten you to play!"

She stretched out her hand in tears, waiting for a hard pat on his head, but patted an empty phantom.

The outstretched hand was stiff in the air, and convulsed slightly in the candlelight.

Feng Zhiwei slowly lowered his head and saw the smile that wiped to death.

She was staring at the smile for a long time. After tonight, the smile of this person will be farewell in this life. From then on, she will meet tens of thousands of people, but there is no Helian on the grassland waiting for her return.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly bent down.

Her cold lips were imprinted on her eyes.

Helian.

This kiss sealed the memory you saw in this life. In the next life, you should not see the ominous me again.Tears finally fall, and his face, general, cool.

Behind the curtain of the door fell gently, the sky and the earth were silent in the dark eyes of Fengzhi.

Peony waiting in the yard quietly, saw her come out, gently pointed to a small room next door, said: "there is eight Biao's spiritual throne, their clothes, will be buried with him, they have vowed to die with him, I will fulfill their brothers in this life and next life." A trace of sadness passed in her eyes His spiritual throne can only be hidden secretly. "

Feng Zhiwei turned her head and looked at her. Peony said, "sanfalcon wrote a suicide note with Wangting script dipped in blood and hid it in his belt. He only wrote about the death of eight badgers, and then there was no one behind him. But I believe that he will not kill zhadalan even if the sky is broken."

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes gratified. The hero did not die in vain. The broad grassland royal court believed in its loyal people.

Only in this kind of grassland can we bring up such clank men.

"I just want to know Who is the leader? "

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