After the initial surprise, Huai Qing frowned, he was a little excited and wanted to grab Xiao Qi's shoulder, but before he stretched out his hand, he was blocked by Ji Ran with a scabbard.

"Who is this......?" Ji Ran asked Xiao Qi with a little vigilance.

"Oh, don't be nervous...... This is a half-spirit in my family, and I usually live in my sister's yard......"

Huai Qing tried to break free of Ji Ran's hand, he glared at Xiao Qi, "Where have you and Sanqiansui been all day today!" Any idea how worried we are about you!? ”

Looking at Huai Qing's slightly reddened eyes, Xiao Qi opened his mouth several times, but he never knew how to explain.

"I'm sorry...... It was a hurry...... I...... I forgot about ......."

"Forgot?" Huai Qing was stunned, "Can this also be forgotten?" If something really happens to you, I'll go back and forget about the news that I'm going to come back, okay?! ”

"I'm sorry."

She apologized honestly, picked her scalp with her left hand, and involuntarily looked down at her feet, and then suddenly remembered Feng Yishu.

Ah, Fifth Brother......

I was ...... to you

Maybe it's a bit harsh......

……

Early the next morning.

Feng Yishu was already dressed in formal clothes, kneeling in the side hall of the palace waiting for the summons, there was some noise outside, he looked up, and saw Du Yifeng pull open the door panel and walk in from behind the curtain.

"Du Tianshi!" Feng Yishu said hello.

Du was a little surprised, "You're also waiting here to see you?" ”

Feng Yishu nodded.

Du Weifeng sat down on the seat next to Feng Yishu, and he picked at his feet, "So early?" ”

"I came here last night, and Sister Fuguang said that His Majesty finally fell asleep, and let me come back at dawn."

"What's wrong?"

“…… The sixth seems to have a fight with the He family, and the trouble is quite fierce......" Feng Yishu said and handed a letter to Du Yifeng, "I want to go back and see." ”

Du Weifeng took the letter, intending to look at it at a glance, but after a glance, he sighed "oh yo" on the spot, his eyes returned to the first word of the letter and began to read it carefully, and he laughed with relish.

"What a big feud this is, how did you demolish all the houses in Luoyang City of the He family, where do people live in this cold day-"

Turning to the second page, Du Weifeng's laughter suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, "What is He Yunzhou doing when he catches Xiao Qi?" ”

“…… I don't know, but anyway, now Xiao Qi has arrived home safely. Feng Yishu scratched his head with a slight headache, "It's okay if people are fine." ”

Du Weifeng laid the letter on the ground and spread it flat, put his hands in his sleeves, and squinted his eyes and reread it several times.

"It's greasy...... I think Xiao Qi is holding on to his deadly handle. ”

Feng Yishu frowned, "Anyway, this girl is getting into trouble all day long...... It's not worrying at all. ”

Du Weifeng folded the letter and handed it back to Feng Yishu.

"Rokuro is still a little impulsive...... But there is a reason for it, and there are extenuating circumstances. ”

"He and Xiao Qi have had a good relationship since childhood," Feng Yishu took the letter, "That is, Xiao Qi is fine, if he is really injured, He Yunzhou will be in big trouble." ”

As soon as Du Weifeng wanted to say something, the door of the side hall opened again, and Fuguang stood at the door and called in a low voice, "Lord Feng, Your Majesty is awake, you can come over." ”

"Okay." Feng Yishu stood up, he patted the ashes on his body, turned his head and said to Du mocking, "By the way, can the Heavenly Master help me bring a message to my sister?" ”

"Huh?"

"I went to look for her earlier this morning, but I heard from the maid that she went to the Six Fu Garden with my aunt again, and I don't know when she will come back."

Du mocked his eyes drooped slightly, "Okay, what do you want to say?" ”

"Just tell her not to worry about the family, I will settle everything when I go back."

Du Weifeng nodded and watched Feng Wulang go away.

In the empty side hall, he yawned and looked at the ground in front of him expressionlessly, waiting intently for Sun Youwei's next summons.

I don't know how Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen are doing now, and if there are any new discoveries.

If he were still here, he would have loved to see him again, even if it was dangerous.

Over the years of tracking the martyrs, he had been trying to figure out the true purpose of their actions.

Now, however, the answer may not be too far off.

……

Under Liufu Mountain, Feng Yan sat quietly in front of her grandmother's tombstone, looking at it without saying a word.

Two days have passed, and she and Wei Xingzhen have repeatedly re-examined Changling along the central axis countless times, but they have found nothing.

Every morning and dusk, someone would prepare water and food near the exit of Changling, which was very close to the room of the mausoleum keeper, but Feng Yan did not sleep there during these two days.

When she felt sleepy and needed to rest, she always returned to the stars of the Feng family's daughters with Wei Xingzhen, and the two talked in a whisper.

Feng Yan had a broken sword in his hand—it was the same Shenshang that Wei Xingzhen had used when he fought with Jia Gu Heng before.

At first, Wei Xingzhen woke up and soon found that the merchant was gone, he looked around and didn't find it, thinking that it was taken by Jia Gu Heng or someone else, and he didn't think much about it.

Unexpectedly, when he was chatting with Feng Yan about the battle in Changling, this sword inadvertently appeared in his hand, as if he sensed some kind of summoning and appeared.

This was completely unexpected by him and Feng Yan.

However, the strange thing is that when Wei Xingzhen tried to hide the merchant from his hand again, the broken sword in his hand did not react.

He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the two of them realized that the body of the sword had been split into two.

Wei Xingzhen recalled it for a long time, but he couldn't remember how the sword broke anyway - in his only remaining impression of confronting Jia Gu Heng, this sword helped him block many attacks from Jia Gu Heng.

At the same time, Feng Yan found that the red mark on Wei Xingzhen's forehead had resurfaced.

As for Wei Xingzhen herself, she didn't seem to have any feelings about this matter.

Thinking of this, Feng Yan picked up the sword again with some melancholy - after waking up this morning, she came to her grandmother's tomb alone with the sword, hoping that the atmosphere of Changling could bring her some inspiration.

She always felt that there were a lot of debris scattered around her, and there was only one line left to string everything together.

Feng Yan once again pulled out half of the sword—the other half of the merchant was still in the scabbard.

This was the second time she had gazed at Shen Shang so carefully, its blades were extremely sharp, and Feng Yan lightly tapped the sword body with the back of her fingers, and the broken sword made a slight sound.

It does look very well-made...... But it was not fundamentally different from an ordinary sword, and Feng Yan couldn't feel any other power from this sword, as if it was just an iron dead thing.

But it is obviously not, otherwise how could it resist the attack of Jia Gu Heng?

"Ah Yan, where are you?" Wei Xingzhen's voice came from afar.

Feng Yan woke up from his contemplation - it seemed that he had woken up.

She sheathed her sword and turned her head toward where the voice had come from, "I'm—"

Before Feng Yan finished speaking, her voice stopped abruptly.

She felt a pain in her left hand from the tiger's mouth to the back of her hand—her sword was crooked, and the broken Samshang grazed the back of her hand, pulling out a finger-long bloody gaffle.