Fan Xueyi felt that something was wrong with Lan Xi, so she followed Lan Xi's gaze, and finally landed on Shang Liang's waist, seeing that the shape of the scabbard was similar to the ring knife, Fan Xueyi suddenly remembered that Lan Xi had said that it was a group of black-clothed men with knives and swords that destroyed Xuanqing Gate that day.

The precept knife was originally worn by a monk to avoid harming people's lives, and it was for the sake of the precept. The most commonly used is the shape similar to the Yanling knife, and the knife type worn by Shang Liang is not common in use, since Lan Xi reacted like this, most of the swordsmen who slaughtered the Xuanqing Gate that day also used similar knives.

Fan Xue frowned slightly, what if the people who destroyed the Xuanqing Sect that day were not a mastermind at all, but cooperated?

Fan Xueyi was even more puzzled in her heart, so she secretly decided that after the people who broke the seal villa married Fan Ziyi, she informed Dong Han and asked him to accompany him to Lingbei to check the old site of Xuanqingmen, and he must find out the truth of this matter as soon as possible, and then go to Yusu Palace to find Zishuo Shenjun, this kind of life is not very good for not knowing who he is.

"Help me in!" Lan Xi patted Fan Xueyi's hand and motioned for her to come in.

As soon as a few people stepped into the gate of the Liuyun Sect, they saw Fan Qingyun striding towards the door, and before they could reach the front, the voice had already drifted to their ears: "Brother Shang!"

Shang Liang also politely arched his hand and shouted, "Brother Fan." ”

"I knew that the virtuous nephew would come, but I didn't expect that Brother Shang you would also come, hurry up, please come in, please come in. Fan Qingyun grabbed Shang Liang's arm and invited him into the Liuyun Sect very enthusiastically.

"Brother Shang, of course I want to take this opportunity to visit my friend who I haven't seen for many years!"

Fan Xueyi took one last look at the two who were greeting each other, and then helped Lan Xi back to Lan Ying Pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was full of flame-like clouds, and there were two rows of bamboo poles in front of Lan Ying Pavilion, which were hung with thick cotton clothes, because the weather was about to enter winter, Lan Xi took out these cotton clothes and pants early and dried them while the weather was good.

Lan Xi set up an embroidery frame at the door and continued to embroider a picture of a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren for Fan Xueyi, and Fan Xueyi moved a small bench to sit on the side to watch how Lan Xi flew needles and threads on the brocade silk.

"You see, this eye should be embroidered like this to make the eyes look bright. Lan Xi explained while embroidering.

Fan Xueyi looked at the fat doll painted with silk thread on the brocade silk, and her expression suddenly became in a trance, as if a long, long time ago, someone had taught herself embroidery so hand-in-hand. She couldn't help but reach out and take the needle in Lan Xi's hand, and just turned sideways and embroidered two stitches.

Lan Xi was a little surprised when she saw that Fan Xue was so well-founded: "Ha, I really didn't expect my Xue Yi to be so smart, she can see through it at all, and she embroidered it like this." ”

Fan Xue came back to her senses from her trance-like memory, dropped her needle and thread, got up and said, "Mother, it's not early, I'll go and bring in the clothes outside." ”

Just when Fan Xueyi was collecting clothes one by one, Dong Han came from outside, and his cloth shoes stepped on the bluestone-paved path, making a very soft sound, and finally stopped gently when he was still some distance away from Fan Xueyi.

Hearing Fan Xueyi's voice, he turned his head and looked: "Winter cold?"

Fan Xueyi, who collected the clothes, exuded a virtuous smell, and Dong Han looked at Fan Xueyi with a smile on his face, and his ink-colored pupils exuded a tenderness like the rising sun: "Master came and asked me to call you and Mrs. Lan to the front hall." ”

Fan Xueyi was stunned and asked, "Is it a dinner party to welcome Lord Shang Zhuang?"

"Yes. Dong Han nodded.

"Wait a minute. Fan Xueyi turned her head and sped up the speed of collecting clothes, the cotton clothes were thick, Fan Xueyi was soon blocked by a stack of clothes, Dong Han hurriedly stepped forward to help, took the cotton clothes in Fan Xueyi's hand and walked to the house.

When he came to the house, Lan Xi also stood up, and Dong Han hurriedly said, "Mrs. Lan, just sit down!"

"Eh, all the clothes you took are Xueyi's, just go up from there and put them in the closet in the room. Lan Xi said.

"Good. Dong Han replied and walked upstairs in the direction Lan Xi pointed.

Lan Xi entered Fan Xueyi's boudoir for the first time because of the cold winter, and after he turned around, he secretly had fun.

Soon Fan Xueyi packed up a stack again, she entered the house with her clothes, and stopped in front of Lan Xi: "Mother, there is a banquet in front of you to pick up the wind and wash the dust for the people of the Broken Villa, Dad wants you and me to go over, you see ......"

The smile on Lan Xi's face gradually dissipated, and he said, "I won't go." ”

Fan Xueyi nodded lightly, at the banquet, the eldest princess will definitely be present, and it is better for the two of them to have less contact.

Then Fan Xueyi put away all the clothes and bamboo pole brackets in the courtyard, and changed into slightly plain clothes, then went downstairs and said to Dong Han: "Let's go!"

"Mrs. Lan?" Dong Han, who had been waiting downstairs for a long time, saw that Fan Xueyi had no intention of going with Lan Xi, so he opened his mouth in confusion.

"I'm not going, you two are going. Lan Xi said, "Winter cold, take care of Xueyi." ”

"Don't worry, I will. ”

Before the two of them reached the main hall, Fan Xueyi saw the bright light in the main hall squeezing out the doors and windows lively, illuminating the entire front of the hall very brightly.

The sound of silk and bamboo slowly drifted with the night breeze, and then came into view of five or six uniformly dressed female disciples dancing with long swords in the hall in a graceful manner. The banquet was not very lively, because the entire hall was sitting on the table, but there were only four people in the hall, Fan Qingyun, the eldest princess and the Shang's father and son.

Fan Xueyi walked into the hall and glanced at it, taking in the situation of the entire hall.

Fan Qingyun and Shang Liang, who were chatting, also stopped the topic and turned his gaze to look over after seeing the two of them.

Fan Qingyun raised his hand towards a square table on the left and said, "You two can sit there!"

Fan Xueyi gently bowed her head and walked around the female disciple dancing the sword in the center with Dong Han to sit down in front of the desk, and as soon as she sat down, Fan Qingyun asked, "Xueyi, where is your mother?"

Fan Xueyi looked up and saw Princess Jian Jing squinting at Fan Qingyun, and replied softly: "I was a little tired from the god sacrifice today, and I rested as soon as I came back, and I am still asleep!"

"I see, then let her have a good rest!"

The eldest princess on the side elegantly picked up the marigold in front of the case, looked at the circle in the cup, and said uncertainly: "Your mother's body is really weak, and she can be tired of sacrificing to a god." ”

The atmosphere in the entire hall was suddenly a little awkward, and Chao Fan Qingyun, who was still very bright-eyed, smiled and asked, "Uncle Fan, why don't you see Sister Ziyi?"