"Where is she?" Wei Xingzhen asked.

Go to Shiyao and point, "The backyard Lanting is over there...... I didn't let go of it and watched. ”

Wei Xingzhen glared, "What are you doing at home?" ”

Before he could explain further, Wei Xingzhen had already galloped towards the Lan Pavilion.

Heavy rain is like a note.

Wei Xingzhen and Qu Shi rushed to the Lan Pavilion one after another, and soon, Feng Yan's shadow finally appeared in her field of vision—she was still wearing the clothes she had for tonight's night banquet, but she was leaning over and lying on the stone table in the Lan Pavilion.

A lone lamp on the table, dancing gently on a rainy night.

Bu Yan who was nearby also heard the sound of footsteps, he got up and walked through the rain curtain, and soon came to Wei Xingzhen and Qu Shi.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine - even such a heavy rain could not wash away the aroma of red mash.

Wei Xingzhen already understood what was happening.

"Master." He shouted in a sullen voice, "You're back." ”

"Actually, we tried to persuade my wife, but it was useless," Qu Shi hurriedly defended, "and my wife told me not to wander around, so I found it and watched it, so as not to have any accidents." ”

Wei Xingzhen held her forehead and sighed.

"It's hard for us to grab my wife's glass." looked at Wei Xingzhen as if begging for mercy, "I really didn't mean to let her ...... like this"

“…… Go and rest. Wei Xingzhen pinched her eyebrows, "It's not your fault." ”

He glanced at Feng Yan who was not far away, and just wanted to say something, he even tugged on his sleeve and pulled him back, "Hurry up, hurry up!" ”

As the past slowly drifted away, only the sound of heavy rain poured between heaven and earth.

Tonight has been a sleepless night for many.

Someone's future and fortune are overturned overnight, someone is heartbroken by the loss of their love, and there is someone who is having a late night conversation with friends over a good drink—all of which happened intensively on this night, and then pushed everyone's fate in a different direction again.

The rainy night in summer was still a little cold, Feng Yan heard the sound and opened her eyes a little dazedly.

She pressed the back of her cold hand against her hot cheek, trying to see the table and cup in front of her, when she suddenly heard a slight footstep behind her.

As soon as I wanted to turn back, the peace of the big cotton ball diffused.

You don't have to look back to know who it is......

It's Wei Xingzhen.

The footsteps came from far and near, and Wei Xingzhen quickly sat down on the stone bench next to Feng Yan.

He picked up the red mash cup and looked at it, and there was barely the last bit of dew left in it.

"Life is like a send, longevity is not gold, it is better to drink wine, be served and vegetarian ......"

He raised his hand to pour himself wine, and suddenly began to read a poem with a blank face.

"I'm still wondering, how can Madame write such a sentence to me, and you don't know how to drink, how can you understand the joy of drinking?"

Feng Yan was groggy and listened to his tirade inexplicably, and after a while, she suddenly remembered that what Wei Xingzhen had just read was the footnote she added next to his poem when she was in the Guogong Mansion that day.

It turned out that Wei Xingzhen saw that poem.

It's funny...... She almost didn't remember it.

At this moment, Feng Yan was not in the mood to talk about poetry, on the contrary, Wei Xingzhen began to chant as soon as she came, like a monk chanting scriptures, which was quite annoying.

She supported the stone table with both hands and barely stood up, but before her hands left the table, Wei Xingzhen's wrist was already clasped.

"With such heavy rain, where is Madame going?"

Feng Yan was a little unhappy, she lowered her head and glared at Wei Xingzhen, but suddenly fell into darkness - the only candle lamp on the table happened to run out of oil at this time.

There was a faint sound of thunder in the distance, and there was no other light except for the occasional lightning that streaked across the sky.

"You...... Let go. Feng Yan gasped and said.

Wei Xingzhen sighed lightly, "Madam......"

"Who is your wife...... Feng Yan tried to break away from his hand, and her voice suddenly raised, "I've already told Master Wei about it, I can't get used to it!" ”

In the dark, Feng Yan felt Wei Xingzhen get up and approach.

“…… Let go! ”

Feng Yan couldn't break free for a long time, so she simply lowered her shoulders and slammed into Wei Xingzhen's direction.

The two fell together.

Such a large movement made Feng Yan feel a splitting headache for a while, and a strong feeling of dizziness hit her again, she held her head in both hands, curled up motionlessly and waited for this vertigo to pass.

The sound of rain outside the pavilion was getting louder and louder, and Wei Xingzhen sat quietly on the ground, letting Feng Yan rest on his shoulder. When the breathing of the person in her arms slowly returned to stability, Wei Xingzhen gently picked her up, and then strode into the rain.

The rain fell on Wei Xingzhen's head and splattered elsewhere, as if there was an invisible thin curtain blocking him.

Tonight's main house was dim and there was no light, but Wei Xingzhen accurately bypassed the position of all the furniture and carried Feng Yan into the bedroom.

There was thunder outside the house, but Feng Yan had already fallen asleep.

Wei Xingzhen sat on the edge of the bed, gently wrapping her fingertips around Feng Yan's long hair in the dark.

Feng Yan's hair was soft, like stretched silk.

"Are you asleep?" Wei Xingzhen asked softly.

All he answered was the sound of slow breathing.

Wei Xingzhen muttered to herself, "I always thought I came early......

After a few moments, he slowly let go of his hand.

"Have a good dream, ma'am."

……

Early the next morning, Wei Xingzhen was still asleep, and once again felt some disturbance nearby.

He opened his eyes keenly and found that it was Feng Yan kneeling beside him, looking at him quietly.

“……”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah Yan, what are you doing......

Feng Yan tilted her head slightly and did not speak.

Wei Xingzhen half-sat up and looked at the sky outside the window—it should have been less than two hours since Feng Yan fell asleep earlier.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

"Soon, I woke up suddenly." Feng Yan said softly.

Looking at Feng Yan, Wei Xingzhen suddenly felt a little headache.

The drunken flush on her face had not completely disappeared, and her long hair was casually draped over her chest, and the ends of her hair were still drenched, looking like they had been combed.

This kind of Feng Yan looked much haggard than usual, and even her eyes dimmed slightly.

“…… That's something to say to me. Wei Xingzhen asked.

Feng Yan nodded, "I'm thinking about one thing. ”

"Say, I'm listening."

"We ...... When is a round house more appropriate? ”

Wei Xingzhen's movements suddenly stopped, "...... What the? ”

"I have been married to Lord Wei for many days, and it makes no sense to drag it out like this." Feng Yan said softly.

For a moment, there was only silence between the two.

The birds outside the window are clear, but inside the house it seems that even the air is condensed.

"Lord Wei?" Feng Yan's gaze chased over, "What do you think?" ”

At this point, Wei Xingzhen finally sighed, he scratched his head, "I'm not ready yet." ”

“……？”

This time it was Feng Yan's turn to think she had heard it wrong.

"Yes, I'm not ready." Wei Xingzhen repeated it again.

Feng Yan frowned, with a little annoyance in her voice, "Why can't I understand what Master Wei is saying...... What it means to be my first husband is made clear when the family affair is settled. ”

Feng Yan's words changed, "Or do you say that Lord Wei really spared his life, and now he doesn't want to-"

Before the words fell, Feng Yan's voice suddenly stopped - Wei Xingzhen was holding the ground with her left hand, and suddenly got up and approached.

Feng Yan instinctively leaned back to dodge, but when they were an inch apart, Wei Xingzhen's movements slowed down again.

The foreheads of the two still slowly touched each other.

Looking at each other, Feng Yan was slightly stunned for a while.

"Call my name." Wei Xingzhen said softly, "Don't call Master Wei anymore, I can't get used to hearing it." ”