The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 224:

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Howling, escaping, begging, refusing, struggling, crying, gasping…

She remained motionless, unblinking, silent and persistent, watching everything.

After half a quarter of an hour, everything fell silent.

The second tray was gently placed in front of her.

“Madam, please change your clothes after using the Hua Gong Powder.” Jin Yuwei said in a low voice, “Your Majesty is waiting for you in Ning’an Palace.”

Mrs. Feng remained silent, stood up, and walked to where Feng Hao was lying behind her.

The pampered, domineering child who was pampered by her to the point of being ignorant of the world and lawless will never be able to make a voice of his own in this world from now on.

Mrs. Feng knelt on the cold iron floor and held the child’s body in her arms for the last time.

She carefully stroked Feng Hao’s cold face and carefully wiped away the mud and dust that he had just struggled with.

Under the oil lamp, Feng Hao’s rosy face was as pale as the moonlight. A gust of wind swirled out of nowhere, whimpering softly in the dark iron walls.

Feng Hao opened his eyes when he was dying.

He looked at Mrs. Feng a little strangely, as if looking at a distant person. He groaned lowly for a while, struggled to hold Mrs. Feng’s hand and touched his belly.

The voice was soft and soft, like spider silk about to be broken in the winter wind.

“Mom…I feel so much pain…”

The hand scratched feebly in mid-air, wanting the relatives around him to experience the pain of intestinal piercing and abdominal rot with their own hands, just like it had happened many times since childhood.

However, as soon as the weak hand reached Madam Feng’s finger, it suddenly stopped and then fell silently.

He lay with his eyes wide open, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

Someone’s last breath was faintly exhaled in the midair, wandering desolately in the cry of the night.

Before he died, he cried out in pain. He wanted to hold the hands of his relatives for the last time in his life, and did not want to think about the cold truth behind this death.

He just wants to go on the road with warmth, like everything his mother has given him in this short life.

In this life, he lived a willful, selfish and confusing life, just because fate had already arranged that he was destined to suffer.

Mrs. Feng’s hand also froze in mid-air.

She stared at the eyes that remained closed until death for a long time, and did not reach out to touch his eyelids.

Son… let you look at me, keep looking at me.

From the day I adopted you, I swore to you that in your short life, I would only cause you pain once… just this once.

Just this once, I use sixteen years of doting to compensate you, but I know that it cannot be compensated. Nothing is more important than life.

Haoer.

Look at me clearly.

This is the most heartless mother, the most shameless relative, and the coldest woman in the world. She has spent sixteen years waiting for you to die.

The skylight on the wall turned another finger’s length.

The energy dissipated into the abdomen, and the clothes were on the body.

After Mrs. Feng stood up, she never looked back at Feng Hao. Two golden feather guards wrapped the body in yellow silk and dragged it out. This was to be handed over to His Majesty for personal examination.

When Jin Yuwei came to urge her again, Mrs. Feng stood up calmly. When she stepped out of the stairs, everyone felt their eyes light up.

Like the red maple covered with snow, and the vast expanse of blue waves frozen with ice, the woman’s dark eyebrows were bleak and bright, making the sunlight recede.

A woman who is charming yet composed and sad has her own heart-stopping beauty.

Mrs. Feng just kept her eyes straight, straightened her back, and walked slowly in the direction of Ning’an Palace, with steady steps and no hurry.

The long skirt trailed behind her, like a white feather passing over the mirror-like white stone ground.

The wind lifted her hair, and the white of snow suddenly flew out of the black background. Jin Yuwei, who was following behind, was startled and looked at each other.

They remember that when Mrs. Feng first entered the prison, she still had black hair. When did her black hair turn into snow under her black hair?

The woman in front kept her head high and walked calmly, crossing the cloister, the garden, and the paths into the palace… Her shoulders were thin and her back was straight.

No one saw her face as white as snow, with a faint smile on her lips.

Zhiwei, you should have fled to a safe place under their protection, right?

Maybe you didn’t avoid it. With your temperament, you are probably on your way back to Beijing. However, Nanhai and Imperial Capital are far apart. By the time you arrive, everything will have settled.

It doesn’t matter if you come back, mother will arrange a way out for you, and you will never have the advantage of this crisis again in this life.

Many years ago, the person I loved told me that whatever I do, I have to start from beginning to end and do my best.

Zhiwei.

I hope you can do the same.

There are many palaces and palaces, and there are nine beautiful halls.

The long skirt dragged past the jade railings with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, and entered the depths of the gloomy palace in the light and shadow of the sun.

Deep in the shadows, someone stood up eagerly.

Mrs. Feng stood still, raised her face slightly, and showed a quiet and sad smile.

Such a smile, in the eyes of Emperor Tiansheng, is like seeing a flower quietly blooming on the cliff, blooming with heart-warming softness in the hard background.

“Mingying…” He reached out his hand a little forgetfully and called softly.

Mrs. Feng looked at him steadily and did not bow. She just stepped forward with a smile.

Emperor Tiansheng took her hand and stroked her somewhat pale hands carefully. The hands were not delicate and soft, but had some thin calluses. He knew that these calluses were used to hold swords twenty years ago. The result of martial arts training is also the result of ten years of hard work.

With a bit of complicated pity, he held her hand tightly and whispered: “Mingying, after all, you are deceiving others and have made great contributions to the country. I really can’t bear to kill you for such a treasonous crime. , I can’t explain it without giving an explanation… There is an unused palace over there in the harem, very close to Haoyunxuan where I work, and it’s very secret… Just stay there and don’t come out in the future.”

Mrs. Feng lowered her eyes and listened obediently to his concerned arrangements. Her face was slightly bowed, and she couldn’t see clearly the sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth.

This is a royal secret that no one knows about. Who will live, who will die, and who needs to be explained?