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Also holding an oil-paper umbrella, the man squatted down to pick up something in the rain, and looked closely, and the delicate silhouette of his face was outlined.

Although it was far away, Feng Qingyan, who could see things at night, could still see at a glance that the thing he picked up was the bead flower she accidentally dropped.

Oh my God, how late is it!

She put Phantom under the house, a place where the rain hadn't drenched, and whispered, "Phantom, stay here obediently, wait for me to come back, don't run around, do you hear?" ”

Phantom nodded very understandingly, and then Feng Qingyan put away the oil-paper umbrella, and then took out a gauze towel from his arms to cover his face.

Be careful, it's always good.

The heavy rain continued to wash over the stone slabs on the road, and several corpses lay around the man, and the rain fell on them, diluting the blood from the wounds, and the wind blew through the tip of his nose, carrying a coldness.

He carefully examined the bead flower in his hand, a face was like a handsome face, a pair of delicate and perfect eyes did not show unnecessary emotions, although he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, but a lot of rain still splashed on his body.

A subtle fluctuation sounded, and he looked up and saw a red shadow not far away flipped in the air, falling directly and steadily in front of him, and without saying a word, he came towards the beaded hair ornament in his hand.

He dodged sideways, and after a few steps, the spinner man had fallen not far away, but the red shadow was still in hot pursuit, looking at the figure and dress, it was a woman.

She covered her face with a scarf and couldn't see her face clearly, but the exposed eyes were extremely beautiful, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, and the tails of her eyes were outlined very slender, with the mark on her forehead, which was even more bewitching.

Feng Qingyan was bent on getting the pearl flower back, and she only glanced at what the person in front of her looked like, and she vaguely felt quite familiar, but thinking about it, she seemed to have met too many familiar people tonight, but most of them were insignificant, so she didn't continue to think about it.

She pressed the man's arm, buckled her backhand, and went down, grabbed the bead flower in the man's hand in her hand, and retreated a few steps.

The rain was pouring down on her body, sliding down, her makeup was soaked, her clothes were soaked, but there was a smile in her eyes, like a starlight twinkling.

Then she turned and walked away.

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and the man stood in the rain, looking at the direction she was leaving, but he didn't chase it, and the heavy rain fell mercilessly, gradually blinding his eyes.

**

Afraid that the man would catch up again, Feng Qingyan ran away with the illusion all the way and stopped in a pavilion that could barely shelter from the rain.

It was already the middle of the night, and it was raining, and there was no one on the street except her.

She sat here for a while, tearing off the veil that was already soaked on her face, her clothes were wet, and she felt a little uncomfortable against her body, and when the wind blew, she felt cold to death.

"Go home and go home, I'm too lazy to stay outside here anymore, what a." She said with some dissatisfaction, in a rather bad mood.

I was preparing to go home all the way, but I didn't expect so many things to happen one after another, first I was assassinated by Wei Qifan, then I touched the Wang brothers in the rain, and then I lost the beaded hair ornaments.

But think about it, today's autumn banquet, there is a banquet in the evening, most of the officials and forbidden troops are in the palace, and the defense of the capital will indeed be much lax.

"Yan'er."

Picking up Phantom and was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from behind her, and as soon as Feng Qingyan turned her head, she saw the night clouds falling beside her.

"Daddy, Daddy~" Phantom opened his mouth, screamed milkily, and then was about to break free from Feng Qingyan's embrace and go towards the night clouds.

Then, Feng Qingyan reached out and pressed it back.

Fantasy: "......"

"Yunshen, why are you here?" It was still a little surprising to meet the night clouds here, but his body was not touched, and it was obvious that he had set up a water-avoiding barrier on his body.

"The shadow wind spread the news that you haven't been back home, I don't worry about you, so I came out to look for it." As he spoke, he raised his hand again and gently brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, "Yan'er, how did you make yourself like this?" ”

"I ......," she didn't know how to say.

Ye Yunshen took off her soaked cloak, and then took off his robe and draped it over her, "Let's go, I'll take you home." ”

He leaned over and picked her up, looked down at her, chuckled, and flew away in an instant.

The rain was still falling, but this time it had rained on them, and an invisible barrier to avoid water looked around them, automatically isolating the rain.

Feng Qingyan has always been quiet, she wrapped one hand around his neck and the other hand held Phantom, it was fine, but she soon found out that something was wrong.

"This is not the direction of returning to Shangshufu."

She looked up at him.

The curvature of his lips rose, and he smiled and said, "I didn't say I wanted to go back to Shangshu Mansion." ”

If you don't go back to Shangshu Mansion, then there is only ......

It didn't take long for them to land steadily in front of a very magnificent mansion, the red lantern was lit, the lintel was in the middle, and the black plaque with the three real gold characters of "Xian Wangfu" was very conspicuous.

There were still a few guards standing in front of the gate, and when they saw Ye Yunshen, they saluted: "See the prince." ”

"Why don't you put me down?" The first time I came to the palace in the middle of the night, if I was held in like this, Feng Qingyan would feel a little embarrassed.

"Yan'er, from now on, it will also be your home."

His voice was very light, without the usual playfulness, without the slightest frivolity, and seemed to be extremely serious.

Feng Qingyan originally wanted to get out of his arms, but when he heard this, he suddenly became quiet.

Family? What is home?

In her previous life, she was an orphan girl, and where she had a master, it was home.

In the Nine Hells, she dwells in no fixed place, exposing herself to death and darkness.

After being reborn, although Shangshufu was a place for her to shelter from the wind and rain, it was never her real home.

After meeting him, this Xianwang Mansion, who had come to it for the first time, said that it would also be her home in the future.

At this moment, it was late at night, and many people were asleep, so he hugged her and walked to the palace step by step.

Several guards lowered their heads, not daring to look at them squarely, and they did not dare to speculate at will about the woman that the prince suddenly brought back.

Shangshu Mansion.

"Tom tom." There were several knocks on the door.

It wasn't too loud, but the cousin, who had an extremely keen sense of hearing, could hear it clearly.

He got up from the bed, put on his shoes, lit the lamp beside him, and walked towards the door, and as soon as he reached out and opened the door, a cold wind blew in, carrying a trace of rain, and blew the candle flame out of shape.

Outside the door, there was a tall figure, the cloak on his body swayed slightly in the wind, the candle flame reflected on his face, and his delicate and slightly heroic eyebrows could be seen, without the slightest smile.

The cousin recognized him at a glance.

"Childe."