In the summer, Feng Yan went to Daizong Mountain to recuperate as usual. Everything changed this summer.

Less than half a month after that retreat, Feng Yan came back from the mountain, and she locked herself in the house alone, and she didn't see anyone, including you.

At night, I heard Feng Yan's withholding cry. I suddenly remembered the distant curse that one of the daughters of every generation of the Feng family was going to kill their husband, and I vaguely guessed something, but I couldn't think of any good reason to comfort her for a while.

Feng Yan doesn't know your identity, but I do. The curse of the world cannot hurt you. In those days, she locked herself in the attic of the small building alone, and when I saw her again, I once again felt a certain determination in Feng Yan's eyes.

This determination made me feel a real sense of foreboding, and the last time I saw Feng Yan's expression was when she was seventeen years old when she planned to run at night.

And this time, what is she going to plan? I don't see it. I just suddenly felt that Feng Yan had become quieter, she no longer got up early to pick jasmine, nor did she go to the lake with you in the middle of the night to draw water, she always sat alone in the house, looking at the light outside.

Whenever this happens, you sit quietly next to her, reading a book or playing the harp. On the summer solstice that year, you insisted on taking Feng Yan to Luoshui to see the lanterns, she was not interested, but she still changed her clothes and went with you.

I thought it would be good for you to go out for a walk together, but I didn't expect that when you came back, you would carry a man covered in blood.

Feng Yan rescued a middle-aged man from Luoshui, his hair was pale, his face was like ashes, and his body was covered with blood.

That night, officers and soldiers came to the house. You hid the middle-aged man well, the officers and soldiers searched every corner of the manor, and couldn't find the slightest suspicious place, and after apologizing to you and Feng Yan, the official left with someone.

In the second half of the night, Feng Yan wiped the wounds of the injured man, and you helped on the side, asking "Who is this, why did Ah Yan save him" Feng Yan shook her head, "I'm not sure.

"Who did Ah Yan think he would save him?" Feng Yan replied, "A luthier.

Then, I heard He Kui's story from Feng Yan. It turned out that when she entered the palace a few days ago, the emperor mentioned to her that He Kui had returned to Beijing from Shudi, and she saw that there was a peach blossom guard chasing and killing a middle-aged man tonight, and she immediately thought of it.

She didn't even have time to confirm the man's identity before you could save him. Feng Yan's determination and decisiveness in this matter really surprised me.

The next day, the violinist woke up, and upon inquiry, he found that he was indeed right. Feng Yan couldn't guess the reason why the emperor suddenly wanted to kill He Kui, but she still discussed it with you and made a plan to send him out of Beijing.

Before leaving, Feng Yan wanted to speak again and again, hesitated again and again, and finally spoke to the pianist. She has always been curious about what the whole story of Bailiu Yangjiu is, and she wonders if she can give a lesson or two before the pianist leaves.

But He Kui refused. Feng Yan was not reluctant. You used illusion to create another version of yourself and stay in the small courtyard, and then quietly left Beijing for seven days to send the luthier to a place of peace.

In the days when you were not at home, Feng Yan held your stand-in hand all day long, snuggled in his arms, and said many, many words.

I can't make out her voice, but your stand-in keeps frowning. One day after autumn, you're back.

After showering and changing, you pillowed on Feng Yan's lap and told her that she didn't have to worry about He Kui anymore, that you had sent He Kui to his friend's house in Lingnan.

Although it is also in the southwest, it is separated from Bashu by thousands of ravines, and no one can recognize him.

The wind rustles the leaves above your heads like waves. The cicadas in the sound of the waves were noisy, and Feng Yan suddenly lowered her head and looked into your eyes.

"Chastity. Have you ever had a wish that was difficult to achieve before?" you shake your head. "I have one.

She said softly. "If only I had met you earlier." "It's not too late.

Feng Yan smiled and shook her head, "That year, do you know why I agreed to marry you so soon after I met you for the first time" You laughed, "Why" Feng Yan didn't answer immediately, she looked at the cicadas in the courtyard, as if she fell into some kind of sweet memory.

"Like it or not, it seems a bit frivolous to say it anyway," she smiled and looked down at you.

"But I did find a moment of peace by your side." "If only I could go back to when I first met you, I want to do it all over again.

Until that moment, I was still immersed in my worries about Feng Yan. In this long narrative, I think you must have understood what kind of heart I had for Feng Yan in the past.

I have always had an unspeakable loyalty to her. I think that as long as she is alive in this world, I will regard her as more important than myself, because she is your beloved wife, and since you are willing to go to great lengths for her, so will I.

It was this concern that blinded me that during the years I had been descending, I had completely forgotten what my old friend had told me.

Don't trust humans. My lord. That's what I'm going to tell you. Don't believe in human beings, let alone Feng Yan.

Since you're willing to hear this, it means that you feel a little bit of truth in my story.

Although the story I am telling is very different from everything you are going through so far, I swear with my life, by my admiration for you, by everything I have, that they have really happened and I have not tampered with what I have already said, and what I am about to speak, is the truth that I saw with my own eyes in my last life.

The daughters of the Feng family have always kept their birthdays very tight, but I know that Feng Yan's birthday is on the fourth day of the fourth month of April.

I will never, ever forget this day. In the twenty-fifth year of Tianfu, at the end of March, you first took the carriage to Daizong Mountain, and Feng Yan said that Old Madam Feng still had something to say to her alone, so she set off later.

That day, I was blessed with a soul and quietly sneaked to the place where they were talking. I heard Mrs. Feng persuading Feng Yan that there is no grass at the end of the world, and Ah Yan will definitely meet someone better than Wei Xingzhen in the future.

Feng Yan lowered her head to drink tea and nodded with a calm expression. Alarm bells rang out in my heart, and Feng Yan keenly discovered my lurking at this moment, she was not as weak as she seemed at all, and her spiritual power was so strong that when I was restrained by her, I had no room for struggle at all.

Feng Yan walked up to me and looked at me with an indifferent expression that I had never seen before. "You've found out.

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