In the distance, the sharp corners and cornices of the stone pavilion are already visible, and the gray roof covered with snow makes the moonlit night in front of you look like an ink painting.

Defective Ying followed Feng Yan to a thatched hut.

I don't know why, Feng Yan stopped in front of the wooden door and didn't reach out to push the door for a long time.

There was snow on the baring of the wooden door, and Feng Yan stared at it, noticing that there was almost no dust on the façade.

"What's wrong?" Imperfect asked.

Feng Yan shook her head and pushed it away.

It was pitch black inside the house.

Feng Yan walked to a cabinet somewhere in the dark, reached for the candles inside, thinking that even if she hadn't been here for a long time, the candles and lamp oil that had been prepared here should be barely usable, but when she reached for the lattice where the candles were stored, she was stunned again.

In the cabinet were several rolls of new candles wrapped in oiled paper, still tied with string, which had not been opened.

She walked out into the moonlight at the door of the house with the candle, and the long body was still snow-white, not like the old candles, which were dull yellow—they were obviously new.

"Need help?" Blemish asked.

Ying Ying was already sitting on the floor in front of the low table in the middle of the house, and Feng Yan turned around to see that he had taken out the fire fold he had brought with him.

"No, I have."

Feng Yan lit the candle, she closed the door, the whole room lit up in the melting candlelight, and she saw everything in the room more clearly.

Everything here is the same as it was a few years ago, all the tables, chairs, cups, books...... It's all very well kept.

There was a half-hidden map on the bookshelf, Feng Yan took it with some hesitation, unfolded it, and then almost forgot to breathe in surprise.

A long time ago, she and Yin Shiyun had carefully planned the route to escape from Chang'an, first going all the way north, making a momentum to go to Taiyuan, and then westward to Liangzhou, and then south along Tubo to enter the border of Shuzhou.

Xishu Mountain is far away from the high road and the jungle is stacked, which is a good place to escape from the world.

Before leaving, this map was originally kept by her, but after the rainy night in the Lion Park, Feng Yan had already burned it, but she didn't expect to see it here again.

Unlike the original, the starting point of this map is no longer Chang'an, but Luoyang.

Feng Yan suddenly remembered the conversation with Yin Shiyun when he was in Taolin before, and he said at that time that he had often remembered the heavy rain that night over the years...... Looking at the immaculate house, and then looking at the newly made map and route in front of you, it is not an empty phrase.

Feng Yan sighed silently and put the map back in its place.

She took charcoal to make a fire, and boiled water to cook tea without saying a word—in the tea pot here, there was no suspense in the red of Biluohong.

All kinds of details made Feng Yan realize that this room has obviously been taken care of, and some people often come here to clean and change the lamp oil, candles and tea here.

Three years on, she's gone too far, but some people are still stuck in place.

"What is this place?" Blemish asked again.

"A long time ago, I was a place where a friend and I played the piano, drank tea, played chess, and chatted." Feng Yan said softly.

Bin Ying looked at Feng Yan's slightly subtle expression, "Why did you bring me here?" ”

"It's also a whim." Feng Yan raised her eyes and looked at him, "The two conversations with you before, either the time is tight and the words are halfway through, or the people standing around are still not happy, since Mr. Fang feels that he and I are the same kind and always have so many things to say to me, it is better to have a conversation tonight." ”

She poured tea for the flawed Yingying, then pushed the cup in front of the other party, "...... This is my hospitality. ”

Bianying looked at the teacup with a white mist floating in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He had thought of many possibilities, and he was confident that no matter what kind of ambush he had, he could easily defeat it.

He was looking forward to Feng Yan's traps and resistance, and wanted to see her annoyed and helpless expression after her defeat......

But this cup of tea soup pushed to himself still made him suddenly a little moved.

"Where is Mr. Defect from?" Feng Yan asked.

Bleed Ying stretched out his right hand, and through the white gauze gloves, the heat of the teacup reached his palm.

He looked at Feng Yan opposite, who was picking charcoal with a wooden clip.

The color of the charcoal surface changes between gray and orange red, as if breathing.

Bleed Ying took a sip of tea soup.

"I don't know, my impression may be in the desert area, the desert, the grassland, the horses, the cattle and sheep, the storms of flying sand and rocks...... In retrospect, it's all these things. ”

"Before twelve?"

Blemish nodded, "Before the age of twelve." ”

Feng Yan smiled, she took a long-handled wooden spoon to raise the soup to stop boiling, "I have never been, I have been to places other than Chang'an and Luoyang." ”

"It's nothing, it's pretty much the same everywhere."

"Jiangnan and Mobei are similar?"

Blemish Ying put down her glass, "yes, what's the difference." ”

……

In the deep canyon, the prisoner cart escorting "Flawed Ying" is still moving slowly.

Wei Xingzhen went to pick up Feng Yishu, and it would probably take a little time to return, Du Weifeng lurked on a high place alone, looking down on the entire team condescendingly, his keen eyes like an eagle had already captured the figures of Kuang Lu and Qing Xiu, waiting for the time to make a move.

Last time, he was inexplicably escaped from under the nose of these two people, Du Weifeng held back his sulk, and met again today, he was determined to catch these two people at the same time, and not let any of them escape.

- Obviously, it is the most appropriate thing to take advantage of the moment when they are running towards the flawed, and kill two birds with one stone in the back.

But tonight's Qing Xiu and Kuang Lu looked a little strange, the two seemed to have some arguments at first, but soon quieted down.

They stared at the prisoner van in silence, and then quietly followed, but did not save the people for a long time.

The vigilance of these two people is really high, and rash action will only startle the snake.

Du Weifeng glanced at the road in front of him, although it was okay to drag it like this - after all, when Wei Xingzhen came back, things would only be safer, but this was not quite in line with his character of getting up from where he fell.

Come to think of it, a similar body alone may not be enough to convince these two martyrs.

Du Weifeng groaned slightly, and suddenly thought of an idea.

……

"You shouldn't doubt Mr. Flaw." Kuang Lu's voice was unprecedentedly stern, "Acting like you without permission will really ruin Mr. Defect's plan and push him into a dangerous situation." ”

Qing Xiu's hands clung to the jagged bulge of the rock, and his bare wrist had two blood-drenched shackles—the ones he had left when he broke free from Kuanglu's restraints tonight.

He completely ignored Kuang Lu's nagging, and stared at the prisoner cart on the mountain road with complicated eyes.

If it's really Mr. Flawed who is lying there...... It's impossible not to give him any response until now.

"I'm not going to hide this for you." Kuang Lu said coldly, "When Mr. Fang comes back, you will receive the punishment yourself." ”

"It's noisy," Qing Xiu said coldly, "Shut up, old thing." ”