Wei Xingzhen looked at Feng Yan, "Remember."

"It was just an unintentional statement at the beginning. Mr. He and his wife were ordered to be executed. Now, in order to protect themselves, His Majesty secretly sent someone to kill He Kui to eliminate future troubles. What a serious matter... Lord Wei also involved me for no reason. Don't you know what the consequences will be if this matter is exposed?"

"……Know."

"Then why?" Feng Yan frowned, "You are sure that I am afraid of the holy rage, so I will accompany you to fulfill this lie?"

Wei Xingzhen walked to Feng Yan with a lantern.

“There are three reasons.

"One, Di Yang is a good friend of me, and I cannot help him in danger; second, He Kui is also a piano player I admire very much, and I can't bear to see him die like this."

Wei Xingzhen paused, "The third and most important thing is that I know that if the same choice is placed in front of A Yan, you will do the same thing as me."

Feng Yan frowned slightly.

……here we go again.

Feng Yan doesn't know whether she will do the same thing.

But this feeling of being inexplicably insightful.

It's very...unpleasant.

A night wind passed by, and Wei Xingzhen looked in the direction where the wind came. There were dark clouds in the sky, and perhaps there would be another wind and rain in the second half of the night.

"The wind is blowing again, we-"

Feng Yan lowered her eyes and suddenly walked forward quickly.

She didn't care about the deep and shallow puddles on the ground, and just stepped on the water and quickly walked towards the small building.

Wei Xingzhen didn't react at once and hurriedly chased after him with the lamp.

"...A Yan, wait for me."

Instead of turning around, Feng Yan accelerated her pace.

...

In the distance, on the second floor of the small building, I even saw Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen's figures, and couldn't help but turn around and shout.

"Have you all changed? The person is already in front of the yard and is about to come back!"

After a roar.

"I'm ready here."

"I also--"

"Wait...all right!"

Outside the small building, Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen had just taken advantage of the moonlight to embark on the bluestone road not far away.

There were not four people in the small building, who had already left the backyard quietly with cups, tablecloths, bed sheets, etc. that had been replaced from the small building.

The four of them quickly ran to another courtyard until the building completely disappeared from their sight, and stopped to rest.

"...You said you, why didn't you notify us earlier tonight?" Jushe looked at Ji Shen with complaint, "It's too tight this time. What if my wife hit me?"

"Mrs. I don't know how long she will sit outside in the afternoon. Maybe she will come back soon. How dare I call you here?" I wiped the sweat from my forehead without any danger. "I'm going to see the Duke of Zhenguo when I'm at night, so I can't take care of it for the time being, so my wife can use the time she's waiting for the adults to come back in the guesthouse."

Not the thinnest of the four, he fell directly into the basket under him, feeling weak, "There are too many things, too heavy... Next time, if we have to change all the things in the small building, we should just shout that we don't rely on each other. He has great strength."

"No!" Ge Jin shook his head immediately, "We can only do this kind of meticulous work. If we don't rely on that big boss, we have to beat the cups after entering the house..."

I went nearby and was stunned, "There is another time?"

"Of course there is," said Ge Shen, "My lord told me that if Miss Seven from Feng's house comes once, the things in the building will be replaced once, especially cups that the wife knows how to use, pillowcases, sheets and bedding and other close-fitting things... If Miss Seven touches you, you must change them."

"Ah, why?"

"Why did you ask so much?... The lord gave the order, just do as you please!"

...

On the other side, Wei Xingzhen had already chased Feng Yan back to the courtyard of the small building.

Feng Yan took off her shoes and socks and ran to the second floor in the darkness.

After Wei Xingzhen entered the house, he lit the lights on the first floor, then turned off the lantern and put it aside.

"A Yan, A Yan," Wei Xingzhen stood at the stairs on the first floor and shouted, "Are you angry with me?"

A dull sound came from the upper floor, "No."

"Then can I come up?"

"No."

Wei Xingzhen stood there for a while.

Although he is indeed not very good at distinguishing people's mood, Feng Yan...

You must be angry.

Wei Xingzhen was silent for a while, then looked up and asked, "Well... But why are you angry?"

There is no answer upstairs.

...

That night, Wei Xingzhen lay alone beside the bed on the first floor, as usual.

He knew that Feng Yan was not sleeping because there were very light footsteps coming from time to time on the ceiling above his head.

I don’t know what A Yan is doing, she still doesn’t sleep so late.

Wei Xingzhen's hands overlapped, pillowed behind her head, and her eyes followed Feng Yan's footsteps upstairs.

On the second floor of the small building, Feng Yan still stepped on the floor of the attic barefoot like before.

The moonlight was projecting in along the window, leaving a square band of light on the ground. She walked slowly along the edge of the moonlight, each step accurately on half dark and half bright.

She was indeed angry, even though she couldn't tell what she was upset about.

But whenever I think of Wei Xingzhen, a sudden irritability arises in my heart.

She didn't understand why this person always hit her own thoughts frequently.

For example, this morning I talk about Yin Shiyun.

To be fair, Feng Yan really can't say firmly that she had already cut off her feelings for Yin Shiyun.

Apart from Yin Shiyun, she seemed unable to imagine the scene where she spent the rest of her life with others.

Yin Shiyun's position in her heart was like a vast ruin. Although it had been deserted, it always occupied a position. No one, even herself, could clean up the place.

Another example is He Kui mentioned just now.

Wei Xingzhen said it right-if she really had the chance to save this zither from Sun Youwei, she really hoped that she would have the courage to reach out for rescue.

But it's just hope.

If things really happened, would she really go to rescue her?

Does she really dare to bet on her own and even her family’s fate on this matter?

Feng Yan was nervous, and he was not careful and stepped into the moonlight.

She stopped her meaningless game, turned around slowly, and walked slowly to the mirror beside the wall.

In the dim room, Feng Yan and herself in the mirror looked at each other silently. Her hands slowly passed along the mirror, and then closed back to her sleeves.

She slowly got an answer in her heart.

Admittedly, it is a risk to go further in this matter, and a step back is a torment, so it is a dilemma.

Feng Yan often does risky things. The more precious the things she wants, the higher the risks she has to take.

But why did you take such a big risk to save someone who has been a child who has been using as a negative teaching material and has never met her before?

Perhaps, do nothing.

This is a kind of worldly justice that is almost the bottom line. A hard-working piano player like He Kui should not have another regrettable ending.

Thinking of this, Feng Yan felt that the pressure in her heart was a little lighter.
Chapter completed!