I don't know if Your Majesty is also surprised by Feng Yan's decision and not knowing what to do at this moment?

For Du Weifeng, although Feng Yan on this side is unfamiliar, it is not incomprehensible, but what makes him feel a little incomprehensible is that these changes seem to have happened after marrying Wei Xingzhen - is it possible that Feng Yan's gentle and frugal appearance in the previous ten years is all an illusion? Or is there some other reason?

What a little girl, ah, she turned black after getting married.

What has Wei Xingzhen done during this time......

……

In the middle of the night, Feng Yan did not fall asleep, she was still very awake lying on the unfamiliar bed.

Although it was a temporary imprisonment, Sun Youwei didn't embarrass her too much, there was no shortage of tables, chairs, benches, clothes and bedding in this place, except that there was no one to take care of her, she couldn't go out, and there was no difference between her staying alone in her own courtyard before.

Captivity and detention may be a punishment for others, but here for Feng Yan, there is no obvious boundary between it and the lifestyle she has cultivated since childhood.

She always had a lot of experience in how to spend a snowy night alone.

She sighed softly and thought of Wei Xingzhen again.

Feng Yan thought that after she had been in distress several times before, the first person she saw when she woke up was him, but now that the situation had turned upside down, she could only be trapped here alone, thinking about him worriedly.

I don't know how he's doing now, whether he's awake or not.

I don't know what kind of opponent he encountered yesterday, and why he was injured like that.

I don't know if the flawed profit will change halfway......

These chaotic thoughts were intertwined, causing her to toss and turn, and she longed for the sun to rise outside the next moment—after Du Weifeng pried Kuang Lu's mouth open, it was urgent to discuss the next countermeasures, and among all of them, except for her, no one had contact and deep conversation with the real "Flawed Ying".

When that time comes, Sun Youwei will release him.

In the darkness, she gently spread her five fingers and reached upward, her gaze following her moving knuckles.

Grip and release.

Grasp again, release again.

She repeated the motion, her breathing slowly calming out.

If this monotonous and silent life taught her anything, it was probably this.

Because the world is unpredictable and dreams are fragile, when you want to grasp something, you must do your best to grasp it;

And because the years are fleeting and people's hearts are fickle, when you want to let go of something, you must let it go categorically.

Don't be afraid when you want to catch it, and don't regret it after letting go, it's true that you can't be so resolute every time, but ......

Suddenly, a sound woke Feng Yan from her thoughts, and she looked sideways a little and heard footsteps in the distance.

…… Someone's coming.

She sat up in her cloak and quickly recognized the scent of the visitor.

Be...... Yin Shiyun.

Yin Shiyun walked to Feng Yan's house with a dim warm lantern, and then knocked on the door.

Feng Yan didn't respond, she looked at the shadow on the door without saying a word, pretending that she had slept.

"Ah Yan." Yin Shiyun's voice came through the door, "I know you must not have slept yet." ”

Feng Yan was silent—how do you know......

"Although I don't know why Your Majesty is so angry with you, it seems that it should have something to do with the Mr. Mei you recommended yesterday," Yin Shiyun said in a low voice, "I followed him all the way out of His Majesty's palace last night, but unfortunately I disappeared halfway. ”

Feng Yan listened quietly.

She already knew that.

"This afternoon, I went to the stone pavilion where we used to play the piano, and found that although the cups, tables and chairs were clean, there were traces of coal and candles......

Feng Yan was slightly stunned, she frowned slightly, she did have some worries about running back to the Shiting thatched hut before, mainly because she was afraid that Yin Shiyun would mistake this as evidence of her remaining feelings.

But the use of candles and coal doesn't mean much, and they may also be traces left by the Inspector who happened to pass by.

Yin Shiyun paused, and then said, "I also found traces of turning the ground in a corner outside the door, dug it up and took a look, and found that there was a soaked blue snail red buried underneath, I think someone probably made tea there...... Is that you? ”

After saying this, Yin Shiyun quietly stood outside the door with the lamp, waiting for the reaction in the house.

I don't know how long it took, but the lights came on.

The doors and windows here are all sealed with spells, and it is impossible for Feng Yan to open the door, and lighting the lamp means that she has heard them all and is ready to respond.

Yin Shiyun couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at the moment, in the past few years, Feng Yan's avoidance had made him feel a little tired.

It's just that this boredom is not towards Feng Yan, but towards himself.

He didn't know if other people would do this, but he seemed to always have warmth in his heart for the girl who had nothing to talk about, experienced his youth with him, and had made a private lifelong commitment.

Although the many variables in the past few days, especially Lin Anmin's death, made him a little numb to everything around him, when he found that Feng Yan had returned to the hut where they had talked and gathered, a sharp pain woke up again.

One by one, the people he cared about left him.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

Everyone was telling him to "mourn and change," but no one told him how to adapt to it.

He felt that Feng Yan behind the door seemed to be approaching.

"Since Lord Yin has found out, then I have nothing to hide, it is indeed me," Feng Yan said softly, "It's just that since you don't know the reason why I'm being imprisoned here, it's not good for me to tell you everything about yesterday for the time being......

"You're mistaken." Yin Shiyun said in a low voice, "It's just a curiosity, I didn't come to you today for this matter." ”

Feng Yan behind the door was slightly stunned.

"Na Yin-sama ......"

"Wei Xingzhen is a demon, do you know, or don't you know?"

“…… You're in, what are you talking about? ”

"Didn't Ah Yan pay attention to the changes in the sky this morning?" Yin Shiyun's voice was as steady as before, "Obviously, the sky is still dark when it's dawn, but after a few moments, the sun has already risen in the sky—this kind of bizarre star phenomenon has happened once this summer, right?" ”

"I don't understand what...... Feng Yan said in a low voice.

"Lord Wei obviously fought with someone last night to be so seriously injured, is it reasonable to speculate that the sudden dawn and dusk this morning is because he is physically exhausted and can no longer maintain the previous spell."

Feng Yan's throat moved, but she didn't speak.

"Letting such a monster rank among the first assistants of my Great Zhou Feng Pavilion will only cause endless harm." Yin Shiyun said softly, "The strange things that have happened in Luoyang and Chang'an in the past few years are hard to believe that they have nothing to do with him...... I've been secretly investigating this matter, and I think that the truth should be very close now. ”

Yin Shiyun looked at the wooden door, and after a long time, he finally muttered again, "But I do want to know, what does Ah Yan think about this matter?" Why are you hiding it for Wei Xingzhen? ”

Feng Yan behind the door laughed.

She breathed a sigh of relief calmly and replied in a cold voice, "Since the time when he was reused by His Majesty as the head of the school, the framing and slander of him by the government and the opposition have never stopped...... Lord Yin wants to join it, it is your freedom, why do you want to ask me deliberately?

"As for that, do you think Wei Xingzhen is a wicked person and a demon...... Everything is good, for me, it doesn't make a difference. ”