Rising Phoenix

Dynasties rise and dynasties fall, like the tide washing the sand. On one side, he suffers from intrigue and hides his great ambition; on the other, the mysterious girl hides her anger behind her gentle smile. Who toppled the country, establishing their dynasty? Who built the Yellow Springs and set it over Imperial Power, inciting strife and conquering the earth? Who exchanged gazes at the Nine Palaces to the sound of halberd and blood, watching the falling flowers of Acacia? Who drank the poisoned wine and smiled, trading it for a cinnabar dot to the chest? Tribulation and strife has destroyed past prosperity; he would not retreat, and she has not finished singing. .... Is she disturbing the earth world, or is the world disturbing her? This is a seemingly simple story about an era of recovering the old country and the fight for the throne, and the men and women on both sides. To conquer or resist; To push away or fight for chance. To provoke or to still; To love, or to refuse love.

World Convergence · Lịch sử

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308 Chs

Chapter 295

Dịch giả: Aristophaneso

"Men and women should never cross the bounds of propriety." Feng Zhiwei replied in a solemn voice. "He understands this."

"Right. He always washes Zhixiao, is Zhixiao not a woman?"

Feng Zhiwei smiled awkwardly and grabbed her friend's hand, confidently declaring: "You're overthinking. Let's go!"

The small river curved around a small copse of scattered trees, but the clear water gleamed in the moonlight. As they looked down at the clean water, the itch and dirt and sweat clinging to them seemed all the more unbearable, and Feng Zhiwei had to throw hurried hand signals as Hua Qiong peeled off her clothes.

Young Master Gu obediently turned around.

Gu Nanyi sat facing a large rock by the river, his back to the river. Their clothes piled onto the rock, and Feng Zhiwei calmly peeled off her mask and walked into the cold water.

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