The two of them walked on the snowy mountain road for a long time.

Since he was able to stand alone in the Ping Yao Office, Feng Yishu rarely had a long talk with his sister like today - he always talked about the chats in the past, and his sister listened to them.

However, today is different. When Feng Yan told him that she had been dealing with Xia Ying for a while, Feng Yishu suddenly felt that there seemed to be another person awakening from his sister.

It’s not that he has seen Feng Yan like this, but he is too used to seeing his sister’s quiet and gentle side.

Sister recounted the things that everyone discussed when he was absent and also brought some of her own understanding.

He was originally curious about the main members of the Spirit-Sading Man and the talents of them, but what he did not expect was that because these details were secrets in the secrets, only Sun Youwei and Du Qiangfeng knew about most of the contents in Kuang Lu's confession, and had not been disclosed to the public.

The reason why Feng Yishu's words were able to win the trust was that he accurately described the part related to A Yu under such circumstances.

"So sister, you still don't know what method Xia Ying used to take you away?"

Feng Yan nodded.

"It's so mysterious..." Feng Yishu murmured, "Then where is he now?"

"He didn't say it, I guess he might be back to Mobei for the time being." Feng Yan replied.

"What are you doing in Mobei?"

"...relax?" Feng Yan replied uncertainly.

"When I go to relax at such a critical moment?" Feng Yishu thought in disbelief, "Then they are too casual..."

"This is our critical moment... but it may not be his." Feng Yan said softly, "I feel that Xia Ying's way of installing private people is a unique way. If others are not here, they may not be able to grasp the changes here. The Ping Yao Office where Goro is located is no longer as good as other places. You should be more vigilant than that in other places."

"I know." Feng Yishu replied, "Why should I use my sister to remind me of this?"

"That's good."

Looking at the sudden relaxation of Sister's expression, Feng Yishu suddenly remembered that his mother used to say that you brothers and sisters all grew up together, so why are you so different?

Now that I think about it, what's wrong?

No matter how different their brothers and sisters who grew up together are, no matter how different they are in dealing with others, which one of them is not stubborn and stubborn, and does not look back without hitting the wall?

Xiaoqi is like this, sister is like this, and he himself is like this.

Although Feng Yan talked a lot with him today, Feng Yishu could clearly feel that there were still many things below the water surface for his sister, and she did not mention a single word.

...

When the sun was about to set, Feng Yishu planned to go back.

He originally wanted to send Feng Yan back to the palace where she was, but his sister just shook her head and said that it was rare to see the snow scene in Daizong Mountain, and she wanted to walk outside for a longer time.

Feng Yishu looked at the cold mountain road, "Then sister is waiting here, I'll help you call Wei Xingzhen over-"

"No," Feng Yan smiled and pointed at the way forward, "He is right in front."

Feng Yishu looked suspiciously at the quiet and uninhabited mountain road ahead.

"Go." Feng Yan said softly? "Don't worry about me."

Feng Yan stood there? Watching Wulang return along the way, and he turned around frequently along the way? Every time this happened? Feng Yan waved his hand to him and signaled him to leave quickly.

When Wulang's figure completely disappeared? Wei Xingzhen really appeared again soon.

He had an extra cloak in his hand, which shook and draped it on Feng Yan's shoulder.

"Why have you been chatting for so long?" He reached out and waved his hand. He brushed away all the snow that fell on Feng Yan's body? "Is it cold?"

Feng Yan shook her head.

After the sunset fell, the sky gradually became gloomy and the snow became heavier.

They borrowed a lantern from the palace servants passing by nearby, and then walked slowly back along another secluded and deserted path.

The two of them didn't hold umbrellas? At first, Wei Xingzhen was like blocking the rain before? The snow at night fell on Feng Yan - until Feng Yan found that she had been walking in the snow for a long time and was still clean, she found that there was a barrier above her head.

She frowned after realizing it, "Don't want this."

"I want it." Wei Xingzhen grabbed Feng Yan's hand tighter, "It's so cold? It'll be too late to make trouble after the snow soaks the clothes."

"But I-"

"What's the white hair in the snow?" Wei Xingzhen said softly, and he looked at Feng Yan with a smile. "We can keep going without these false and real thoughts."

Feng Yan was stunned at first? Then she laughed? She no longer insisted on anything.

There was no wind tonight? The snow soon accumulated on the ground, and the two of them quickly returned to the palace that Sun Youwei pointed to Feng Yan.

This is naturally incomparable to the Feng family's mountain residence on Daizong Mountain, but it is much better than the place where he was confined last night. Feng Yan quickly changed her clothes. When the palace people saw the two of them coming back, they quickly reported dinner.

In the gap between them entering and leaving, the lights in the hall were quickly lit up.

It is not as good as the home, and some rules are not up to them. Although Sun Youwei once left a decree to say that everything is simple, some red tape is still not saved.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the palace people sent to Feng Yan to serve usually enter the palace shortly after, and they only move outside.

Wei Xingzhen took off the belt on his collar and handed the thick cloak of cold to the servants nearby. He soon discovered that something was wrong with these people looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Xingzhen asked with a frown.

Several palace ladies who had originally wandered their eyes suddenly realized the rudeness of their actions and immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Wei Xingzhen felt inexplicably and asked them to raise their heads and answer, but this time no one dared to look at him.

"Xingzhen?" Feng Yan in the inner room called his name with some concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Wei Xingzhen stood up and strode into the house.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the palace maids and eunuchs outside are a little strange..."

As he spoke, he walked to Feng Yan. Before he could finish his words, Feng Yan suddenly looked at his forehead and stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" Wei Xingzhen asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Don't move, I'll see..." Feng Yan leaned closer. She stretched out her hand and gently wiped his forehead with her thumb. "Hey, how did this happen? There isn't yet on the way back."

Wei Xingzhen was about to ask what was going on, but Feng Yan had already turned around and brought him a bronze mirror.

He lowered his head to the camera and saw a narrow and long red pattern above his left eyebrow, which looked like some strange petal, or a wound that was accidentally cut.

Wei Xingzhen raised his left eyebrow and gently stroked his fingers along the twill pattern.
Chapter completed!