To be fair, that's what Feng Yan really thinks.

This morning, Sun Youwei went to the altar to pray for blessings. Wei Xingzhen and her should have gone with her. However, at that time, Tang Sanxue came here to pass the imperial edict, saying that today's sacrifices were simple, and Lord Wei was at the top of Feng Pavilion and could not be missed. However, considering that the snow and snow outside today was very strong, Your Majesty allowed Feng Yan to rest in the palace and not have to go out.

Almost both of them felt something strange.

But now, we have to be careful.

Before leaving, Wei Xingzhen made some tricks in this room. As long as Feng Yan was staying here, he would know any movement.

Although it takes a long time to worship the heaven and pray for blessings, except for the first hour that you need to pay attention to the arrangements of several heavenly masters at any time to pray, the rest is to stand there and wait for the end of the ceremony - at that time, he will be able to escape.

"Why would my aunt think so..." Feng Yan lowered her eyes, "I am already here. Even if I avoid it, can you come to me at any time?"

"Then what have you been delaying all morning? Didn't you want to wait for Wei Xingzhen to come back-"

"My aunt is joking again," Feng Yan raised her head, "Can the winter prayer end in half a day? Even if I really want to delay, what's the point of delaying for such a while?"

Feng Que breathed a little.

"On the contrary, I'm a little curious," Feng Yan said softly, "Eunuch Tang came to convey His Majesty's will in the morning, saying that the snow and snow on the mountain are very strong today. Your Majesty cares for me and asked me to rest in the house. As a result, less than an hour later, agarwood came and said that after I had finished breakfast, I would go to the side hall of the palace to wait for you - are you trying to deliberately send Wei Xingzhen away?"

"This is nonsense!" Feng Qi said coldly, "A Yan, when did we become as suspicious as we are now? The fate of grandparents and grandchildren in the past twenty years... If you ask yourself, can you not compare to your husband who you have known for less than half a year?"

"Aunt... do I have to choose between these two?" Feng Yan asked in a very light voice, "Are they not something that can be preserved at the same time?"

Feng Que frowned, and she closed her eyes and gently rubbed her eyebrows.

"I won't talk about this anymore." The old man whispered, "Go out with me."

"Where are you going to take me?"

"Go to a place that is suitable for conversation," Feng Qie said softly, "Something may be better for you to know."

Feng Yan showed a puzzled look? “What do my aunt wants to say to me? I have to go to the place to say it?”

"It's about your disaster." Feng Que's voice became cold, "Do you want me to tell you this here?"

There was silence in the room.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside? The two palace servants who had previously removed the bowl had already stood at the door again with the hot porridge? They shouted tremblingly, and then they heard Feng Yan let them in.

"Young Master? The porridge is hot again. I asked the cook, why is it always not your wish when it comes to the meal today? The cook said that because the kitchen is a bit far away from here? Because I was afraid that the porridge would get cold halfway, I deliberately let it burn when it was served - this time she didn't leave this allowance."

After setting all the dishes, the two took a step back.

"Look at...can you enter?"

Feng Yan looked at the old man, "This bowl of porridge this morning? Can my aunt let me finish drinking it before leaving?"

"I'm not in a hurry," Feng Qi replied.

Feng Yan sat down again? She still reached out to try the hot and cold of the bowl wall as before, then sat down and tasted it - but in just one bite, she put down the spoon.

"No, it's cold when served this time." She pushed away the bowls and chopsticks coldly, "A bowl of porridge is hot and cold? It's cold and hot. Are you doing it with care?"

The two palace servants knelt down on the spot? They didn't dare to show up.

Feng Yan looked at Feng Xue outside the door and threw the spoon in her hand on the table.

“Redo it.”

...

The sun was rising little by little? Mrs. Feng never urged her again. She sat quietly on a chair not far from Feng Yan? Looking at the child she brought with her? How did she blatantly delay time?

"Forget it."

About half an hour later? The old man stood up.

"Where is my aunt going?"

"Go back." Mrs. Feng whispered, "Since you don't want to listen to some things, then my aunt won't talk about them..."

Feng Que left Feng Yan's house without looking back. No matter how strong the snow outside was, she was not as heartbroken as she was now.

What she thought about was how to save A Yan's life, but does this girl understand this painstaking effort?

Perhaps Sun Youwei's words last night were not unreasonable...

However, before Feng Qi could walk away, she heard footsteps coming from behind. The old man slowed down, but did not look back.

After a while, Feng Yan chased after him with an umbrella.

The grandparents and grandson stood in the snow for a while, and then walked forward together.

Feng Yan helped the old man up with his arm, took the umbrella from the maid's hand with his other hand, and the two of them whispered under the umbrella, and the sound of the wind drowned their voices from afar.

This scene also fell into Wei Xingzhen's eyes not far away.

He felt greatly relieved - after all, he caught up, and knew that today's things would not be that simple.

In the snow, Feng Que was extremely silent and the old man did not answer many words that Feng Yan had thrown.

They slowly moved forward along the official road. Feng Yan saw several Taohua Guards standing and chatting in the corridor from afar. Their faces looked very young, and their eyes were lit when they were chatting with each other.

"I saw from the newspaper in the residence that Erlang Sanlang and Liulang are going to return to Luoyang in the next few days." Feng Yan suddenly said, "Does my aunt know about this?"

"I got it last night."

"My aunt thinks...is this a good thing or a bad thing."

Feng Que smiled, and she glanced at Feng Yan meaningfully. It would be not too bad if A Yan could ask this question.

The two of them slowly left the palace and walked to the mountain road—there were already carriages waiting.

"Where is my aunt taking me?"

"Liufu Garden." Feng Qi replied, "this is... the most suitable place to talk about these things."

Feng Yan was stunned.

Feng Que's maid Chen Xiang had already taken back the umbrella from Feng Yan's hand and waited for Feng Yan to get into the car, but the latter suddenly stopped.

The old man opened the curtain and looked at Feng Yan who suddenly became hesitant, "Didn't you ask before, is there anything underground in Liufu Mountain?"

Feng Yan's eyes were slightly stern, "Auntie knows?"

Feng Qi laughed, "I don't know... how could I know? I don't think anyone in this world will know this kind of thing, but in the past - a long time ago, someone asked the same question as you. Don't A Yan want to hear it?"
Chapter completed!