After Qiuyue finished serving Han Wei'er and washing, an old woman entered the room with breakfast. Qiu Yue took it and brought it directly to the bed. In the tray is a bowl of eight-treasure porridge and two side dishes.

"Just eat this?" Han Wei'er stared at Qiu Yue in surprise and asked. "That's right, Miss, for so many years, as long as you are sick, you will eat porridge and side dishes for breakfast."

Han Weier frowned slightly, remembering what Professor Zhang Wenhong saw a few days ago said that since ancient times, Chinese have only eaten porridge and side dishes as long as they are sick, in fact, they should drink milk and eat eggs instead. I couldn't help but laugh. Milk? This era definitely doesn't exist, and if you're a newcomer, you should keep a low profile, or don't say it and be scary.

After breakfast, Han Weier asked Qiu Yue to help her, and she wanted to go to the lake again. "Miss, you said that you have a hard time getting out of bed, so you have to go to the lake for a turn? Besides, it's a place where things are wrong, I'm scared when I think about it, Miss, let's not go, right? Qiu Yue suggested tentatively.

"If you don't die in a great calamity, you will have a blessing. Believe your young lady, good luck is about to begin. Han Weier barely squeezed out a smile and comforted Qiu Yue.

"Then there's no hurry at this time, miss, wait until you're better, okay?" Qiu Yue continued to persuade with a worried face. Thinking about last night, she was really scared.

"It's okay, just after eating, go out for a walk, and it's time to exercise." Seeing that Han Weier insisted, Qiu Yue didn't want to talk any more, so she helped Han Weier change her clothes, specially added a moon-white cloak outside, and carefully tied the front belt, so she went out with Miss in her arms.

Although the March day is still a little cool, the weeds around the lake are already lush and green, and occasionally scattered with various unknown wildflowers, which has a different kind of beauty. Han Weier has lived in the Northeast since she was a child, and she knows that in the Northeast in March, the grass has just emerged from the ground. Thinking to myself, looking at this situation, the geographical location should be in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

"Miss, would you like to sit down and rest for a while?" Seeing that there were fine beads of sweat oozing from Han Weier's face, Qiu Yue suggested distressedly.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Han Wei'er gasped slightly, carrying her lead-filled body, almost dragged forward by Qiu Yue.

Despite the pain of mixed body, Han Weier insisted on walking to the place where she found herself last night. She is selfish, since she has crossed over completely, where has Feng Ruoxi's master gone? She'd have to come and have a look. If Feng Ruoxi is injured, then he can just be rescued, and for his savior, I believe that Feng Ruoxi will definitely not treat him lightly. If Feng Ruoxi really stumbled and fell into the lake, then the corpse would definitely float up now, because this is a lake, not flowing water, and there is no upstream and downstream.

Han Wei'er's eyes widened with all her might, and she looked carefully at the surface of the lake and the lake, but she didn't see a figure or a floating object. So where did this Feng Ruoxi go?? Han Weier fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, the spiritual platform was clear, yes, the owner and his sweetheart eloped! That's right, Houmen's daughter eloped with a poor scholar! Isn't that how a lot of storylines are played?!

Miss, you must be happy! From this moment on, I, Han Weier, am going to borrow your identity to prepare for a new life!!

Sanssouci Mountain, a place full of bamboo, full of crisp mountains, full of tranquility.

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, there is a small courtyard with a half-human high fence wall and a bamboo door. There is a round stone table on the left side of the courtyard, surrounded by several stone benches. On the right side of the courtyard, there are roses of various colors, and the branches are luxuriant, with occasional red, white, or pink flower bones looming. In the courtyard are three main rooms, with bamboo doors and windows, bamboo tables, chairs, beds, and wardrobes. Although there is no superfluous decoration, the windows are bright and clean.

In the evening, a thin figure appeared at the gate, only to see him enter the courtyard lightly, glanced back, confirmed that no one was following, and then carefully closed the bamboo door and went straight to the house. He leaned down, touched the third bamboo knot on the side of the wall at the head of the bed, turned right three times, pressed down again, then opened the wardrobe door and walked in.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are disputes. Although it is now a peaceful and prosperous era, there are still occasional conflicts of interest between various sects and factions, and they all want to expand their territory and strengthen their own sects. And the Netherworld Palace is a sect that has only risen in recent years. Everyone only knows about this Netherworld Palace, and only accepts young women to get started, and everyone doesn't know about other situations in the palace, and they can't even find the location of the Netherworld Palace.

This is the Netherworld, a mysterious sect!

This is the Moon Pavilion, the highest point in the entire valley. It is also the dormitory of Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue stood in front of the window, and the situation in the entire palace outside was unobstructed.

It is a patchwork of buildings built along the valley topography.

As the night darkens, the lights that are gradually lit up soon become a large area, which also shows the majesty of this architectural complex. Although the lights were lit, there were not too many people walking back and forth, everyone was busy with their own business, and occasionally a few people talked softly, and there was no noise or confusion.

Ruying skillfully walked through the bamboo forest at the gate of the palace. It was an important protection in the palace, and it was set up by the palace master Yun Feiyue according to the Qimen Dunjia formation, and he couldn't find the exit without some real kung fu.

Ruying came straight to the Moon Pavilion, and the little maids who occasionally passed by him just bowed to him slightly, and did not speak.

"Master, I'm back." Ruying said softly.

"Okay." Yun Feiyue answered. He was dressed in a black robe, his hair was loosely tied behind him with a black hairband, a concave silver mask covered half of his face, and the two eyes in the mask were light and calm.

"Master, forgive my subordinates for their incompetence, although I have been inquired by many parties in the past half a month, I still haven't been able to find the slightest clue about Yu Jue."

"Good. I know. Yun Feiyue replied softly, then stopped talking, and there was no change on her face.

Ruying has been following Yun Feiyue for more than 20 years, and she knows his temperament and temperament, and knows that he never says a word. "That's nothing else, the subordinates retired first." "Okay." Ruying bowed and clenched his fists, then turned and left.

The moon rose, and the moon shone like water, shining on the valley and the man in front of the window of the Moon Pavilion. The thin cheeks exposed under the silver mask became more and more pale in the moonlight.