That night, because Feng Yan said that she was tired, Wei Xingzhen made a bunk under the bed, and the two spent the night peacefully.

The next morning, Feng Yan woke up early.

It was probably the most restful sleep she'd had in years.

She rested on a square pillow, and the night felt like a soft and comfortable leather jacket enveloping her.

There were no nightmares, no strange disturbances, and the whole world was quiet.

The light in the room was still very dim, and the insects and birds were singing outside the window, and there was a blue faint light.

Feng Yan glanced sideways slightly, and saw Wei Xingzhen who was still asleep on the ground nearby, he looked as if he was dreaming, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Wei Xingzhen in her sleep, her expression was no longer as peaceful as during the day.

He furrowed his brows, as if he had something unexplained.

Feng Yan looked at this man's face quietly, and remembered what he had said last night, and her heart rippled again.

Could it be that he is in the same situation as himself?

Well...... Of course not.

If this is the case, then it is impossible for Wei Xingzhen to go to the position of the first assistant of the Feng Pavilion.

The place where the courtiers gathered was especially feared and disgusted by Feng Yan - the thoughts of those in high positions were deeper and more terrifying than those of the harem and eunuchs.

…… Or maybe Wei Xingzhen has other hidden worries, and it just so happens that she can calm them?

Feng Yan thought for a while, but still couldn't grasp the clue.

Rather than guessing the reason for Wei Xingzhen's approach, what she wanted to know more at the moment was why everything around her was purified when this person was by her side.

At this moment, Feng Yan suddenly saw Wei Xingzhen's hand move, she closed her eyes silently and quickly, and then there was a slight creaking sound on the floor.

Wei Xingzhen woke up.

Feng Yan closed his eyes and heard him lightly put away his bed, and then sat down at the table again, and after a while, there was the sound of the pages turning.

After waiting like this for a while, Feng Yan opened her eyes again.

She looked at Wei Xingzhen's back in front of the table, and saw that he was studying ink alone, holding a pen at the desk, not knowing what he was writing.

Feng Yan thought about it with deep eyes, yawned in a low voice, and then rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"Awake?" Wei Xingzhen put down the pen, "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

Feng Yan nodded.

Wei Xingzhen put down the pen and stood up, "That's fine." ”

As he walked out of the door and went to the courtyard to wash, the world around him slowly returned to its previous hustle and bustle, as if Wei Xingzhen was a ball of walking cotton, where he was, there was peace.

Feng Yan thought of one thing in hindsight - could it be that the reason why Wei Xingzhen had been sitting here was because she knew that once she left, she would be woken up

Feng Yan got to the ground barefoot, and then quietly walked to the table where Wei Xingzhen was kneeling.

On the small table, a marble paperweight pressed a stack of blank notes.

Feng Yan leaned down, took the stack of manuscript papers in her hand, turned over the pages one by one, and soon saw the words that Wei Xingzhen had just written.

Many of the ink blots that have not dried up have been pressed into ink spots, but Feng Yan can still see the handwriting on them:

Qingqing Ling on the cypress

Lei Lei Jian Zhongshi

Life is in the world

Suddenly, like a traveler

Wei Xingzhen's handwriting is neat and well-proportioned, as calm and elegant as his gait.

Feng Yan stared at the manuscript of the poem and suddenly laughed.

It's not because he felt aggrieved because he slept on the floor all night last night, so he woke up in the morning and began to feel sad......

Feng Yan also slowly knelt down at the table, then picked up the Zihao pen on the side, soaked it in the inkstone a little and then skimmed off the remaining ink, and added a few lines next to Wei Xingzhen's pen and ink.

There was the sound of water in the courtyard, Feng Yan raised her eyes and glanced at it, speeding up the speed of the pen in her hand.

After putting down the pen, Feng Yan lowered her head and gently dried the ink marks, then quickly inserted this page of manuscript paper in the middle of a pile of paper, and then pressed them with a paperweight.

After a while, Wei Xingzhen walked in, and he saw Feng Yan sitting in front of his desk and was a little strange, "What is Ah Yan doing?" ”

"Oh," Feng Yan said softly, "I'm looking at what Lord Wei was reading just now." ”

"I brought these books from home casually, and I didn't pick them up in a hurry, and they were all boring," Wei Xingzhen said softly, "The collection of books at home will be more interesting." ”

Feng Yan felt funny for a while - since you were very bored, why did you read a book here last night and see it late at night?

But she didn't break it, she just took a random book and looked at it.

"Then when does Lord Wei plan to return to the Wei Mansion?"

"The day after tomorrow, the roots of that dryad yesterday were rooted in the Wei family, and it should take some time for the Peach Blossom Guard to clean it up." Wei Xingzhen looked at Feng Yan, "Count it out, tomorrow is the day when I and Ah Yan go back, tomorrow I will stay at Feng's house for one night, and I will take Ah Yan home early the day after tomorrow." ”

Feng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, it was actually a tree demon rooted in the Wei family......

"Lord Wei, don't you have to go to the morning court these days?" She asked, with heavy eyes.

"Your Majesty granted me a three-day vacation, so I have been free for a few days." Wei Xingzhen replied, "But the morning after tomorrow, after we return home, I have to rush to the official office immediately, and I can't accompany Ah Yan anymore." ”

"Then tomorrow night, Lord Wei should be free, right?"

"Hmm." Wei Xingzhen nodded, "Ah Yan, what's wrong?" ”

"On the third day and night of the summer solstice, I heard that many people will go to Luoshui to put lanterns......" Feng Yan swept the words on the book at a glance, "Lord Wei will accompany me to take a look." ”

"Okay."

……

In the afternoon, Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen worked together in the backyard of the Guogong Mansion to count the "return gift" to bring when they returned to the door tomorrow.

Feng Yan had nothing to do, and she also followed aside to help, and finally finished the inventory when it was near dusk.

On the way back to the dormitory, Feng Yan couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to do such a thing yourself?" ”

"Get used to it." Wei Xingzhen replied, "There are not many people in the house, most of them are hired to take care of the garden, and it is more comfortable to do this kind of delicate work by yourself." ”

"Has there always been very few people in the Wei Mansion?"

"Hmm............" Wei Xingzhen thought for a while before replying, "I don't like to be lively either." ”

Feng Yan raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

If there is anything reassuring about Wei Xingzhen, it is probably here - he either doesn't lie, or he writes "I'm casually perfunctory" on his face like this.

Out of the backyard door, Wei Xingzhen suddenly stopped and looked southwest.

Feng Yan followed his gaze.

The southwest sky was covered with red clouds, and the sunset was scorching like flames.

Soon, however, Feng Yan saw that something was wrong - countless ashes and fires were rising from the ground, and in a moment, thick smoke billowed from it.

“…… What is that place on fire? ”

Wei Xingzhen retracted her gaze, "Mingtang." ”