That night, because Feng Yan said she was tired, Wei Xingzhen built a floor beneath the bed, and the two spent the night peacefully.

The next morning, Feng Yan woke up early.

This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had ever slept in so many years.

She pillowed on the square pillow, feeling that the night was like a warm and comfortable leather jacket wrapped her up.

There was no nightmare attack or strange disturbance, and the whole world was quiet.

The light in the room was still very dim, and insects and birds were singing outside the window, and a blue light was shining.

Feng Yan looked slightly and saw Wei Xingzhen who was still sleeping on the ground nearby. He seemed to be dreaming, and his eyelashes trembled gently.

Wei Xingzhen's sleeping expression is no longer as peaceful as during the day.

He frowned, as if he had something unresolved.

Feng Yan looked at the man's face quietly, remembered what he said last night, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Did he have the same experience as himself?

Well...of course it is impossible.

If this is the case, then Wei Xingzhen would not be able to reach the position of the Chief Supervisor of Fengge.

The places where court officials gathered were particularly afraid and disgusted by Feng Yan. The various thoughts of those who were in high positions were deeper and more terrifying than those in the harem.

...Or maybe Wei Xingzhen has other hidden worries, and she just happens to be able to comfort her?

Feng Yan focused on her mind for a while, but she still couldn't figure it out.

Compared to guessing the reason why Wei Xingzhen was approaching, what she wanted to know more at the moment was why everything around her became purified when this person was around her.

At this moment, Feng Yan suddenly saw Wei Xingzhen's hand move. She closed her eyes silently and quickly, and then a slight creaking sound came from the other side of the floor.

Wei Xingzhen woke up.

Feng Yan closed her eyes and heard him gently put away his bedding, then sat at the table, and soon the sound of the pages turning came.

After waiting for a long time, Feng Yan opened her eyes again.

She looked at Wei Xingzhen's back at the table and saw him grinding ink alone, holding a pen at his desk, not knowing what he was writing.

Feng Yan thought deeply for a while, yawned in a low voice, and then rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"Awaken?" Wei Xingzhen put down his pen, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Feng Yan nodded.

Wei Xingzhen put down his pen and stood up, "That's fine."

As he walked out of the room and went to the yard to wash, the world around him slowly returned to its previous hustle and bustle, as if Wei Xingzhen was just a bunch of walking cotton. Wherever he was, peace would be.

Feng Yan then realized that one thing happened - was it that Wei Xingzhen kept sitting here because she knew that once she left, she would be awakened.

Feng Yan walked barefoot to the table where Wei Xingzhen had just knelt.

On the small table, a piece of marble paperweight pressed against a stack of blank paper.

Feng Yan bent down, held the manuscript in her hand, turned over one page after another, and soon saw the words Wei Xingzhen had just written.

Many of the ink traces that have not yet dried up have been pressed into ink spots, but Feng Yan can still see the handwriting on it:

Green Tombs

Leilei Stone in the Stream

Life in the world

Suddenly, like a long journey

Wei Xingzhen's characters are neat and well-proportioned, as calm and elegant as his gait.

Feng Yan stared at the manuscript of the poem and suddenly laughed.

Could it be that he felt wronged because he let him sleep on the floor all night last night, so he woke up early and started to feel sad about spring and autumn...

Feng Yan also slowly knelt down at the table, then picked up the purple-haired pen beside her, soaked it slightly in the inkstone, and then took off the ink, and added a few lines next to Wei Xingzhen's ink.

The sound of water came from the courtyard, and Feng Yan raised her eyes and took a look, speeding up the pen in her hand.

After putting the pen, Feng Yan lowered her head and gently blew the ink marks, then quickly inserted the manuscript paper into the middle of a stack of paper, and then pressed them with paperweight.

After a while, Wei Xingzhen walked in. He saw Feng Yan sitting in front of his table and was a little surprised, "What is A Yan doing?"

"Oh," Feng Yan said softly, "I'm looking at what book Lord Wei was reading just now."

"I brought these books from my home casually. I didn't choose them when I came in a hurry, and they were all very bored," Wei Xingzhen whispered, "The collection of books at home will be more interesting."

Feng Yan felt funny again for a moment - since she was very bored, why did you read books here late at night last night?

But she didn't point it out, she just picked up a book and read it.

"When will Lord Wei return to Wei's Mansion?"

"The day after tomorrow, the roots of the tree demon were planted in the Wei family yesterday. It should take some time to clean up the Taohuawei." Wei Xingzhen looked at Feng Yan, "Just count, tomorrow is the day when I and A Yan return home. I will stay at Feng's house for one night tomorrow. I will take A Yan home the morning after tomorrow."

Feng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, and she turned out to be a tree demon rooted in the Wei family...

"Don't Lord Wei have to go to morning court these days?" she asked with deep eyes.

"Your Majesty has approved my three-day leave, so I've been idle these days." Wei Xingzhen replied, "But the morning after tomorrow, after we return home, I have to go to the official office immediately and can't accompany A Yan anymore."

"Then tomorrow night, Lord Wei should be free, right?"

"Yeah." Wei Xingzhen nodded, "Is there anything wrong with A Yan?"

"On the third night of the summer solstice, I heard that many people would go to the Luoshui River to put lanterns..." Feng Yan swept the text on the book with all his eyes, "Mr. Wei will accompany me to take a look."

"OK."

...

In the afternoon, Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen took a look at the "returning ceremony" they would bring when they returned to the door tomorrow in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion. Wei Xingzhen was careful in this regard and prepared a long list to verify it one by one.

Feng Yan was idle and followed her to help. When dusk approached, the inventory was finally completed.

On the way back to the bedroom, Feng Yan couldn't help asking, "You have to do such a thing in person?"

"I'm used to it." Wei Xingzhen replied, "There are not many subordinates in the mansion, most of them are hired to manage the garden. It's more reassuring to do such meticulous tasks by yourself."

"Have there always been few servants in the Wei Mansion?"

"Well..." Wei Xingzhen thought for a while before answering, "I don't like the excitement either."

Feng Yan raised her sleeve and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

If there is anything else that makes people feel at ease about Wei Xingzhen, it is probably this - he either doesn't lie or just writes "I'm perfunctory" straightforwardly on his face like this.

After leaving the backyard door, Wei Xingzhen suddenly stopped and looked southwest.

Feng Yan followed his gaze.

The sky in the southwest is pouring red clouds, and the sunset is burning like flames.

However, soon, Feng Yan saw the problem from it - countless ashes and fire were rising from the ground, and in a moment, thick smoke rolled.

“…Where is the fire?”
Chapter completed!