Along the way, Du Wei was tightly dragged by the wind and twilight, although the two had no intention of publicizing, but in the crowd, they naturally showed their difference.

Feng Duhan was very patient to accompany her all the way, and Chuan Ming and the other five people quietly followed around.

Just as Du Wei passed by a hawker's stall, a fierce color suddenly flashed in Feng Duhan's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, something flew out of his sleeve and hit the vendor.

Before Du Wei could react, the hawker jumped back with a sharp jump.

The thing thrown by the wind and twilight made a "bang" sound, and a puff of white smoke came out.

When the white smoke cleared, Feng Duhan and the others were gone, and the peddler stared at him with a helpless expression.

On the other side, Feng Duhan detained Du Wei in the crook of his arm, and his figure jumped several times and fell into a secluded alley on the side, and the movements were so fast that even Chuan Ming and the others did not keep up.

"Don't be afraid, the man didn't chase after him." Wind Twilight reassured.

Du Wei subconsciously pulled his clothes tightly with both hands, but his tone was calm and abnormal, "Who is that person?" ”

"I should have followed all the way from the capital." Wind Twilight Chill understated.

"Was it sent by Emperor Ming Shun?" Except for Feng Minghao, she couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing, the queen and the crown prince were no longer there, and it was said that no one would be able to threaten Feng Duhan.

Feng Duhan was about to speak, but suddenly his expression turned grim and pulled her behind him.

On the other side of the alley, a man walked in, dressed very ordinary, but his eyes were cold with murderous intent.

"Someone from the Flying Crane Hall?" At a glance, Feng Duhan saw a wooden plaque hanging from the other party's waist.

The man walked to a distance of five steps from the wind and twilight and stood still, "Emperor Ming Shun wants to deliver a letter to the prince." He said word by word with a cold face.

Du Wei saw him take out a letter with fire paint from his bosom.

Feng Duhan stretched out his hand to take it, opened it and looked at it, his expression changed suddenly, and when he looked up to look at the person who sent the letter, he found that he had left at some point.

“…… Twilight? Seeing him so out of shape, Du Wei felt faintly uneasy, and stepped forward to pull his sleeve, but the letter slipped from his fingertips and fell on the snow.

She hurriedly lowered her head to pick it up, but saw the small words on the first line of the letter: "Nanwang Ye, wait for the prince to return to Beijing to take care of the aftermath......"

The winter snow is finely broken and fluttering, like white flowers.

Du Wei didn't wait for Feng Siyuan, and they went back to Kangle Wangfu first.

She walked all the way to the side of the wind and twilight, and she felt that his steps were heavy, and his cold face seemed to be more cold than the winter snow.

When the people of the palace in the garden saw it, they all panicked and stood on the side of the road, not daring to raise their heads.

The two entered the courtyard one after the other, but Feng Duhan suddenly stopped at the door, and Du Wei had already stepped into the door, looking back at him in surprise.

Feng Duhan suddenly took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "I still have something to do, you can go back first." With that, he turned back and wanted to leave.

"Twilight!" Du Wei called softly, Feng Duhan's footsteps were sluggish, and the petite person behind him pounced out and hugged his body tightly from behind.

Du Wei could feel that he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his emotions, and through the silver fox fur, his body was constantly trembling, but his back was straight.

Rather bend than bend!

She hugged him tightly in her arms in distress, and her little hands were wrapped around his chest.

True Qi was running around in his body, almost bursting out.

However, he couldn't do that, he tried his best to calm his disordered emotions, she was behind him, and if his true qi got out of control at this time, he would definitely hurt her, which he didn't want to see.

Her tenderness cupped against his chest, rubbing gently, and although she didn't say anything, he could feel her worry, her uneasiness, and ...... Her heart ached.

Feng Duhan closed his phoenix eyes, his sword eyebrows frowned, and in about ten breaths, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes had already returned to a clear color.

"Vile." He reached out and grabbed her small hand around his chest, turned around and dragged her to him, "Wei'er don't worry, arrange something for her husband to go out, and come back later." He kneaded her fingertips carefully, her hands were soft and thin, as if they would break if they were too hard, but they were such hands that gave him the warmest support.

He finally remembered that he was no longer alone.

When his mother died as a child, he felt hopeless and helpless like he had never felt before.

Although he always resented his father, when he saw the letter, he was still in danger of losing his soul at that moment, and he didn't even have time to send someone to investigate the truth of the matter, so he lost his normality.

"Wind twilight, promise me...... This time, whatever decision you make, please let me know in advance, okay? She looked him in the eye fixedly, brave, fearless.

His fingers slipped quietly between hers, intertwining with hers, his little fox had always been so direct, and there was no need to go through the trouble of guessing the other person's mind when he was with her.

There is no temptation, no suspicion, her heart has been handed over to his hands, turned into the flesh and blood of his heart, no matter the joys and sorrows, life and death are with each other.

He no longer needs to live alone.

Twilight looked down at her, his shadow clearly reflected in her gaze, clear to the bottom, and his troubled heart gradually calmed down.

He hugged her into his arms, rubbing his chin lightly against the top of her head, "Yes for my husband." He said hoarsely.

Du Wei went back to the guest room alone, and Feng Siyuan secretly came here after returning home, but before he could stay long, he was called away by his little aunt.

It wasn't until the family banquet on the thirtieth night of the Kangle Mansion began that the wind and twilight were late.

King Kang Le is in his fifties this year, and he has three daughters, but the boy is only Feng Siyuan, and Du Wei noticed that there is no housewife in the palace.

She vaguely remembered that Feng Siyuan told her that his mother died when he was a child, and it was rare that King Kang Le was still a long-term lover, and he didn't continue the string, and there were only two concubines in the house.

Because the power of presiding over the middle feed in the house has always been in the hands of the little aunt Feng Yuxuan, the banquet is quite calm, and the two concubines are also well-behaved.

After a while, Feng Siyuan couldn't sit still.

He wanted to talk to Twilight, but Twilight had been talking to his father in a low voice, and he waited for almost an hour without seeing them finish, so he had to take the time to grab a glass and run to Du Wei's side.

"Sister Wei'er, Siyuan toasts you." Feng Siyuan waved his wide sleeves and made a gesture of invitation to Du Wei.

Seeing his appearance as a son-in-law, Du Wei couldn't help but purse her lips and smile slightly, "How dare you disobey Feng Gongzi, how can I bear that I am not good at drinking, why don't you replace it with clear tea?" ”

A hint of loss passed over Feng Siyuan's face, but soon he smiled again, "Sister Wei'er, please take care of yourself, Siyuan should drink this cup to thank my sister for saving her." ”

As soon as Du Wei picked up the teacup, she heard a stern female voice beside her: "Siyuan, how can you toast with the princess before you are crowned?" Don't hurry up and step back. ”

Feng Siyuan's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but stiffen, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

Du Wei turned her head to look, but saw Feng Yuxuan wearing a royal blue placket brocade jacket, combing a woman's hair bun on her head, and a stern look on her face was coming this way.