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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 · History
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308 Chs

Chapter 115

Translator: Aristophaneso

Feng Zhiwei smiled coldly as she slowly turned.

When she finally made eye contact, Hua Gongmei's smile turned stiff.

"I don't dare." Feng Zhiwei calmly replied.

Hua Gongmei paused, having thought Feng Zhiwei's impatient and cold eyes were signs of an explosion. Her sneer deepened and she opened her mouth to speak.

But Feng Zhiwei was already returning to her table, smiling as she called back: "I am afraid that when you lose again, you'll be too furious and ashamed."

"You…" Hua Gongmei stuttered, blanking for a moment before barking an angry laugh, "Less talk, since you agree, let us try the simplest Poetry Couplet Contest. To the time of one incense stick, forty lines. Whoever cannot reply loses. I'd like to see how Elder Sister Feng plans to makes me furious and ashamed."