"...Who said I was going to inform me, are your secret whistles?" Ji Ran sank slightly, "Let that person come out and confront me!"

"No one said that, I guessed it myself."

"Why are you holding me such a big hat?"

"I bear the blame for this matter." Du Xuanfeng took his ears leisurely, then blew a sigh of relief at the tip of his little finger, "Then of course I have to make sure that the plan is foolproof, Lord Ji has any objection?"

"have!"

"Hold it."

Ji Ran clenched his fists.

He looked at Du Xuanfeng turning around as if nothing had happened and picked up the dry towel on the back of the chair, wiped his feet slowly, as if he was about to rest.

He suppressed his annoyance and walked to the chair on the other side of Du Qiangfeng, and sat down.

"I just happened to hear the conversation between Miss Seven and Lord Yin. Why did the Tianshi believe that I wanted to inform you?"

Du Huanfeng snorted, "Who didn't grow up since he was seventeen or eighteen years old? You kid still want to fool me...ha."

Ji Ran was secretly annoyed, "You can't even produce any evidence until now. This is why you want to add a crime and have no words."

Du Huanfeng curled his lips, "I want to ask me for evidence. I want to ask you where your boy's conscience has gone. I have taken care of you in secret over the years. Now, just for a little girl with a horoscope, you come and swear... tsk, tsksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksk

"I didn't want you to take care of me," Ji Ran looked elsewhere, "It was you who agreed to my mother without authorization, and you took me to Tianji Mountain without authorization - I don't owe you."

"...I owe you," Du Huanfeng shook his head. Thinking of the past half of his life, he couldn't help but sigh, "What kind of evil did I have committed in my previous life..."

Ji Ranteng stood up, "Tianshi, you can't--"

"No." Du Qiangfeng answered straightforwardly, "By the way, I have found the whereabouts of the musician named Kuang Lu."

Ji Ran was concentrating for a moment, "Then next..."

"Listen, Ji Ran, if you really don't want something wrong with Feng Wan, don't do these extra things here." Du Huanfeng's eyes were as calm as ever, and even had a faint smile. "If it's really a part that you've been stubborn and irritating, you'll regret it."

...

In the second half of the night, Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen returned to the Feng family's courtyard.

Feng Yan endured her sleepiness and went to the yard outside to collect the pine needles he had picked in. The pine needles that had been dry for several days were held in her hands with a faint fragrance. Feng Yan still had plenty of money after collecting two cans herself, so she put them in other vessels and planned to deliver them to her father Feng Yuandao tomorrow.

On this day, the two of them didn't rest until the end of the Chou, so that Feng Yan woke up the next day and found that it was almost noon.

Wei Xingzhen still got up and sat at the table as usual. The clerk sent many tickets from Fengge early in the morning. Local officials handed over the title book and wanted to send it to Fengge first, and the Grand Secretary of Fengge drafted the decree.

They wrote down the handling opinions as notes, posted them on the memorial, and sent them to the Taichu Palace for the empress to read. Sun Youwei would give instructions on the memorial in red pen - in most cases, they would make some supplements directly based on the memorial.

Most of the ticket plans of all dynasties were written by the chief minister. Because the chief minister was the most senior in the cabinet and had the deepest understanding of the emperors at that time, he could use the holy intention to calculate the holy intention when writing the tickets, so he would not deviate from the holy heart and rework many times.

Feng Yan looked at Wei Xingzhen and sat there and wrote down the writing.

In the past few years, the secret matters of Dazhou Xihai Jiuzhou have flowed through his writing every day. She suddenly felt a little emotional - how could this fox have such patience?

"Xingzhen."

Wei Xingzhen did not stop writing, and his eyes slowly moved with the tip of the pen, "...what happened?"

"I'm going to Siyongzhai." Feng Yan patted the jar containing the pine needles, "I'll come back after I've sent the pine needles. You'll wait for me here-"

"I'll go with you." Wei Xingzhen said, then put down his pen, "Wait for me to change my clothes."

"No, it's very close."

Wei Xingzhen turned around and said, "You have been by my side for this time."

Feng Yan smiled—Okay.

Be careful, of course it is right.

After Wei Xingzhen took out the new clothes that Li had prepared for him from the suitcase, Feng Yan finally understood why Wei Xingzhen had just said that he had to wait for him to change his clothes. It turned out that he had asked him to bring these sets of autumn clothes from the Wei Mansion at some time.

Wei Xingzhen stood up and opened his hand to Feng Yan.

"A Yan, come and help me change it."

...

There is no sun today, and the sky is gloomy.

The two of them walked quickly on the road with a laugh and quarreled - changing out those clothes in the house really took them too much time.

As soon as he entered Siyongzhai, Feng Yan smelled a smell of herbs that came to her face.

Considering the days, Mr. Mei should have come to the mansion to apply needles to Feng Yuandao today. However, when Feng Yan went to the inner room, she found that except for a few maids, there were only two people in the room, Li and Feng Yuandao.

She saw Feng Yuandao rolling his trouser legs, a layer of mud-like stuff on his knees, sitting on a chair and flipping through the book motionlessly.

Feng Yan walked up curiously, "What is Dad doing..."

"Why are you applying medicine?" Li took a basin of hot water to Feng Yuandao, took off the medicinal paste from his knees and washed it carefully.

Feng Yan looked around and said, "Mr. Mei didn't come today."

"Yes, Mr. Mei has something to do temporarily, so it's hard to come here today." Li replied softly, "I said I have to wait until tomorrow evening to have time to come here - hey, it's probably because the errand in the Imperial Hospital is too heavy."

Feng Yuandao smiled and said, "It's good to come in the evening. I just happened to keep someone for dinner."

Feng Yan was a little concerned, "...I remember Mr. Mei said before that his father's leg had to be applied once a day after this period. It would not matter if it suddenly broke for one day, right?"

Feng Yuandao released the book, "What's the matter? Besides, he also sent someone to send herbs with wet compresses, which would be a day off. Maybe... When I got up today, I felt that my legs and feet were not as painful as before."

"Is that true..." Feng Yan also laughed, "That's good."

Mrs. Li looked at the young couple in front of her, "Why are you here?"

Wei Xingzhen placed the porcelain jar containing pine needles on the table, "A Yan and I picked some pine needles a few days ago. I thought that the money oranges from Yunnan and Guizhou were about to arrive in Luoyang these days, so I will send some to you."

Feng Yuandao smiled when he heard this - he has been thinking about this for the past few days!

I originally wanted to go to Xiyuan in person after applying the medicine today, but by chance my daughter and son-in-law delivered the things to my door.

The whole family sat together for lunch, and there were so many laughs during the meal.

Wei Xingzhen's eyes often meet Feng Yan. He likes the look of Feng Yan looking at him now, gentle and playful, and just tilted his head lazily, no longer as alienated as when the two first met, so beware.

However, even at such a warm and joyful family dinner, Wei Xingzhen always felt a layer of uneasiness following him.

When the two of them stepped out of Siyongzhai, he almost immediately grabbed Feng Yan's hand.

It seems that on the eve of the storm, I am facing a tree blooming in the forest.
Chapter completed!