Chu Xu said: "Your Highness, if someone is quietly hiding, it will be difficult for us to know. ”

He didn't say it explicitly, but it was very clever.

Su Moxian was silent, unable to make up his mind.

Feng Qingyan listened here for a while, and it didn't take long for her to leave quietly, this time she went to find him according to the address she had given her earlier.

She wasn't sure if he had returned, but considering that so many people had come out of the Tomb, he should be no exception, and she had a lot of questions in her heart.

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When Gou Yao opened the courtyard door and saw Feng Qingyan standing outside, she had a bad look on her face.

The girl held a snow-white fox in her arms, and her wide cloak blocked the cold wind blowing, and when she saw her, she smiled slightly, calmly and decently: "Your son-in-law is back, right?" I'd like to see him, so please let him know. ”

The lantern on the door was lit, and a faint halo shone on the girl's flawless white face.

Although she said so, Gou Yao didn't buy it, she said: "My son-in-law doesn't see you!" ”

Then, with the hands holding the courtyard door, he was about to close the gate, but at this moment, a voice came from behind him: "Gou Yao." ”

I heard it, it was the voice of the recoming.

Feng Qingyan turned his gaze and looked behind Gou Yao, and saw the man standing at the door of the room from a distance, and happened to meet a pair of eyes that he had seen.

"Let her in." Chong Lin was wearing a thick plush black coat, his face looked a little haggard, and he raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed lightly.

Gou Yao couldn't, so she had to let Feng Qingyan in.

As Feng Qingyan guessed, the return was indeed back, and in the morning, Gou Yao saw the man who had just returned to the door, but he was not unconscious like the other people who came back from Youling.

What happened, no one knows.

Feng Qingyan walked into the courtyard, revisited with a book in his hand, made a gesture of invitation to her, and smiled at the corner of his lips: "It's cold outside, let's go in and talk." ”

So, Feng Qingyan hugged the little fox and followed him into the room, but her eyes fell on him.

He walked over to the log table, put the book in his hand on it, but did not close it, and instead reached for the kettle, took out the teacup and poured her a glass of water.

"Are you coming back?"

Suddenly, the girl's suspicious voice came from behind him, and his hand pouring water paused.

The corners of his lips hooked again, and his smile was very shallow, and he asked her rhetorically, "Why do you ask that?" ”

"Because I've seen someone who looks like you, I'm curious if you're a fake." Feng Qingyan's words were direct, and her steps flowed, but her eyes kept falling on the man in front of her.

"Huh." With a soft sigh, he seemed a little amused, picked up the teacup with the water poured, and then turned to look at her: "No one else can pretend to be me." ”

A very confident word, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he handed her the teacup in his hand.

"Yes." Feng Qingyan stretched out a hand to take the teacup and said "thank you" very politely.

He walked to the stool next to the wooden table and sat down, reached out and picked up the book on the table, and asked, "Is there something wrong with Miss Qingyan looking for me?" ”

Feng Qingyan took two steps forward, placed the teacup in his hand firmly on the table, and did not drink it.

He looked at her, turned his backhand, and had an extra red oil-paper umbrella in his hand: "Come and return your umbrella." ”

The oil-paper umbrella was not opened, but the white lines drawn on it were faintly visible, and she handed it to him, and the words "Liuyue Blood Tang" were engraved on the handle of the umbrella.

Chong Lai sat upright, his eyes only glanced at the Liuyue Blood Tang umbrella, and then fell on the writing in his hand again, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Since it was given to you, how can there be any reason to take it back, it should still be of some use to you, if you don't like it, just take it and throw it away." ”

This indifferent posture made Feng Qingyan couldn't help but look at him twice, the umbrella had been placed on her during this time, she could see the difference of this umbrella, it seemed to be an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, but it seemed to be invulnerable.

Since he said so, Feng Qingyan was no longer reluctant, it was someone else's heart, so he put away the Liuyue Blood Tang umbrella again.

"Don't you have anything else to ask me?"

Re-advent calmly reached out and flipped through the book in his hand, rarely looking at her head-on.

He looked very attentive as he read a book, his long eyelashes leaving a silhouette in the light, and his delicate side silhouette resembled a well-outlined picture of a Danqing beauty.

Feng Qingyan's eyes glanced at the book he was reading, and inadvertently saw the patterns.

Her fingertips tapped on the table again and again, gently and rhythmically: "Originally, there were a lot of things I wanted to ask, mostly about Youling, and what the relationship between you and Lin Yuan would be, but if you think about it, you may not be able to say it, so it's okay not to ask." ”

With a chuckle, Chong Rin, who seemed to be concentrating on reading a book, raised his head to look at her, "If you don't ask, how do you know if I will answer?" ”

Phantom, who was held in Feng Qingyan's arms, didn't understand what they were talking about, and could only watch the return curiously.

Feng Qingyan lowered his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes fell on the book in his hand, and the hand tapping on the table stopped, and she said, "What book are you reading?" Can you show me? ”

Re-advent glanced at the book in his hand, looked a little surprised, and then handed the book in his hand to her.

Feng Qingyan first put down the little fox in his arms and asked her to stay obediently, and then took the book he handed over, and his eyes were full of patterns.

The paper of this book is slightly yellowed, and it looks very old, as if it is some years old, but the texture is very hard, and it is well preserved, and there is no damage to it.

The pattern on it is very familiar, if she is not mistaken, it is probably the Red Shadow Blood Lotus.

While flipping through the book in her hand, she quietly glanced at the calm re-advent with some surprise.

At this time, he said, "You read that right, the pattern painted on it is very similar to the flower in your hand, but in general, it should be the flower of the Soul Clan's sacred tree." ”

He didn't shy away from explaining, but Feng Qingyan couldn't guess and couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"You brought this out of the Tomb?" Feng Qingyan lowered her eyebrows, and turned another page of the book, on which were densely written words, and she swept them roughly.

"It's handy." Re-advent replied a few words very lightly, picked up the teacup on the table in front of him, put it to his lips and took a sip.

Feng Qingyan flipped back, and suddenly saw a pattern, like a delicate box, and the box was painted with a pattern very similar to the Red Shadow Blood Lotus.

She glanced at the markings on it, and three large characters fell into her eyes, for - Nine Prison Boxes.