Zhang Yiming and Feng Yin didn't expect An Yi to have such an interesting idea at all.

After listening to Feng Yin's inquiry, Zhang Yiming immediately said, "Of course not." ”

"If I had a name like that, I wouldn't have said the opening paragraph."

"And if that's the case, it's too casual, I'm sorry for these seniors."

Feng Yin still agreed with his explanation, and then nodded: "Then you have figured out, what is the name of the next person, and what should the third and fourth people be called?" ”

Zhang Yiming didn't answer her directly, but looked at An Yi outside: "An Yi, you come to tell my lady, is you the only one in your generation at present?" ”

Hearing this, An Yi's eyes couldn't help but darken: "Yes, at present, only I am not familiar with them." ”

As for those who appear again, they are all young people of the younger generation, how can they be compared with their generation?

Feng Yin listened to the conversation between the two, and didn't understand what was going on for a while.

She looked at Zhang Yiming suspiciously and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

What is that generation? She didn't understand how she could understand.

Zhang Yiming stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, and said in a low voice: "I'll tell you about this when I have the chance." ”

"In short, don't worry, if you are not a person of the same generation as An, you are not eligible for this surname."

Feng Yin could see the grief in his eyes, as well as his genuine concern for her.

Her lips moved, but she didn't insist on knowing the cause right away.

He nodded silently: "Okay, I'll wait for you to tell me this." ”

An Yi listened to the words coming from the carriage and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Why did he forget, before he set off, he told himself that in front of the little master, don't mention how many people died in that incident back then.

Fortunately, my uncle is a comforting person.

After that, An Yi didn't dare to speak again, and only drove the car silently.

Zhang Yiming taught Feng Yin to play chess in the carriage to divert her attention.

Feng Yin faintly guessed something in her heart, although her mood was very heavy and sad.

But after all, she is not the original Feng Yin, and the reaction to those who lost their lives for her is not as fierce as the original her.

However, Zhang Yiming can help her get out of this heaviness, and she still appreciates it very much in her heart.

When she got tired halfway, she lay down on the low couch and fell asleep.

Zhang Yiming didn't sleep, but sat quietly in the carriage and read.

Look at the only ancient books they helped him prepare, as well as historical classics and travelogues from more than 20 years ago.

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, shaking Feng Yin, who was resting on the low couch, to the point of rolling down.

She opened her eyes suddenly, calmly and quietly, observing her surroundings.

Zhang Yiming himself was thrown into the carriage by this sudden shock, but he couldn't care about himself, so he hurriedly turned over and hugged Feng Yin.

"Lady, how are you? Did it hurt anywhere? ”

Fortunately, the vibration was only instantaneous, and it quickly stopped steadily.

Feeling the man's nervousness, Feng Yin exhaled a long breath and looked at him inquiringly.

Zhang Yiming shook his head silently, indicating that he didn't know what was going on outside.

Seeing this, Feng Yin threw a look at him that was fine, but said angrily: "How did this An Yi catch the car?" Want to fall to death with such a big move? ”

Hearing her words, Zhang Yiming instantly understood her intentions.

So he hurriedly echoed: "Don't be angry, lady, let's see if it's hurt?" ”

"Sir, ma'am, are you alright?"

At the same time, An Yi asked with concern from outside, "Please Mrs. calm your anger, the slave didn't mean it." ”

As he spoke, his eyes were grim and solemn, looking at the group of masked people blocking the way in front of him like dead people.