Feng Fenghua shook his head, raised his hand and stroked his forehead.

Jin'er must not have an accident!

The child who warmed her life with her soft little hands, don't be fine!

Feng Fenghua sat in the chair, Han Wu stood beside him, not daring to make a sound.

A gust of wind blew in through the wide open door, blowing out the already dim candle flame.

Even the sky seemed to be able to feel the mood of people, dark and gloomy, even the starlight was extremely dim, and the moon that was not round was nowhere to be seen.

Feng Fenghua sat in place as if he couldn't feel the cold, as if he had become a sculpture.

Yingge has been out for a long time and has never returned.

Han Wu was worried, but he still had to persuade Feng Fenghua: "Xiǎo Jiě, it's cold, go back to your room and rest." If Yingge returns, the slave will let her go to see you. ”

She has always had a big personality, but today, she can't afford not to take on heavy responsibilities.

Kite Luan went to pass the dinner, but he has not returned yet, and it seems that everything is crowded together.

Feng Fenghua only felt as if a huge net was falling from the sky, trying to net her in it, so that she couldn't break free.

She finally came back to her senses, but she shook her head: "Go and call Xiao Ji!" ”

Now, in the entire Qiongyu Pavilion, there are only a handful of people she can trust.

Feng Fenghua's temper has always been stubborn, and no one can move her.

Since she didn't want to go upstairs, Han Wu had to agree, went to the screen to get a cloak, put it on her, and then went out.

The night breeze was blowing, blowing the pear blossoms from the yard into most of the house.

The cold wind seems to envelop all the vitality in this world.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, all things are dogs, wind and rain are ruthless, the earth is a chopping board, and people are fish and meat......" The unconscious words murmured out from Feng Fenghua's mouth.

The things of the world never come true.

She already knew this.

Fate is most fond of creating countless obstacles, appreciating people's powerlessness in the face of it, appreciating human compromise, and the decadence that follows compromise.

She was never willing to compromise, unwilling to obey, but fate seemed to vow to defeat her.

Baili Wanrou only asked her today if she asked the shadow to take people away.

She didn't ask why she took Jin'er away.

She thought that at most, tomorrow, Jin'er would be able to come back, as alive as ever.

But now, she didn't even know where his figure had gone.

When Han Wu led Xiao Ji in, Xiao Ji was still cold, and his face was as cold as ever.

Only when facing Feng Fenghua did there gradually become a trace of warmth in his eyes, and even the smile on his face became a little more real.

Feng Fenghua stood up and looked at him quietly for a long time, but without saying a word, he sat back on the chair again, without any words or movements.

The fox fur cloak was only draped over her, but as soon as she moved, the white cloak slid down, revealing her thin body, as if she could be carried away by the cold wind at any time.

Hanwu went and lit the lamp.

Xiao Ji walked over slowly, picked up the cloak, put it on her body again, and tied the knot for her: "Huahua, don't worry. ”

The warm scent brings a reassuring freshness to the face.

The man slowly straightened up, looking at her with tenderness in his eyes.

At this moment, Feng Fenghua was a little stunned, and the face in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed to another person.

Those eyes full of affection don't seem to belong to this ordinary face.

Feng Fenghua's heart moved, and he hurriedly lowered his head, no longer looking at Xiao Ji: "Thank you." ”

She thanked her softly, and refused to say anything more.

Yingge finally rushed back, carrying a bloodied kite on her shoulder.

The smell of blood in the air made Feng Fenghua feel a little sick to his stomach.

She endured the discomfort and hurried over.

"What's going on?" Feng Fenghua asked in a deep voice.

Han Wu also greeted him, and Kuai Feng Fenghua helped Yingge to pick up the iris step by step, and walked towards the small door leading to the room behind the screen.

Feng Fenghua followed behind, and did not forget to instruct Xiao Ji: "Go and ask the martial arts of De'an Hall!" ”

Xiao Ji frowned slightly, wanted to say something, but there was no exit in the end, turned around and went out, not forgetting to close the door.

Iris panted, as if sensing Feng Fenghua's presence, and opened her closed eyes slightly: "Xiao...... xiǎo jiě…… Spirit ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she fainted.

Yingge and Han Wu only felt a weight on their shoulders, and hurriedly lifted their breath and helped Kite Luan to the bed.

Han Wu hurriedly went out to fetch hot water and prepare gold sore medicine.

Feng Fenghua stood aside and sank his eyes: "What happened?" ”

She asked again, this time in a voice that was a little deeper than Fang Cai, with a faint anger.

Yingge shook her head: "The slave doesn't know either. The slave maid went to Baicaotang, but it was empty, things were scattered everywhere, and the door was blown down by the wind. The slave went in to find someone, only to see the iris lying in the pile of blood, and the slave and the maid helped her back. ”

"Did she say anything?" Feng Fenghua frowned, and the uneasy feeling in her heart became deeper and deeper.

The senior brother was in a hurry, but there was never a time when he didn't tell her where she was going, or even the direction.

What happened this time?

Yingge took a deep breath, her face condensed: "She only said three words. ”

Beneath this condensation, there is a monstrous rage.

"There are spies!" Yingge seemed to grit her teeth and say these three words, as if she was going to bite the so-called "spy" to pieces with her teeth.

Spies?

Feng Fenghua stared, and his gaze turned to the iris on the bed.

The sparkle in her dark eyes was as deep as the night sky, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

She stood quietly aside, her white fox fur cloak fainting a thin halo under the candlelight, as beautiful as a fairy in the world.

There was no superfluous emotion on his fair face, but the more it was so, the more frightening it became.

Yingge knew that Feng Fenghua was angry, and very angry.

Her anger never leaks out, and the more angry she is, the more restrained she is, and the more restrained she is, the more angry she becomes.

When it really erupts, I'm afraid that no one will be able to catch it.

It's been an eventful fall, a truly eventful fall.

And this night is destined to not be peaceful.

On August 23, the yellow calendar said that everything should not be done.

In opposition to August 22.

The howling night wind seems to uproot the whole world.

The pear trees in the yard wept and wept.

As everyone knows, the autumn rain is silent, and the hairspring is weak.

But today, the rain came violently, even mixed with heavy thunder and lightning, and I don't know how many sleeping children and chéng rén woke up.

Children are afraid of the dark, and chéng rén is afraid of ghosts.

In this night's Weiyang City, the cries continued, one after another, like ghosts crying wolves.

The person Xiao Ji invited in the rain was not Wu Qifa of De'an Hall, but a young man whom Feng Fenghua had never seen before.

At the age of about eighteen, a white brocade robe has been wet by the rain.

In such a season and such a cold and windy night, he still did not forget to hold a folding fan in his hand and be graceful.

Feng Fenghua frowned and did not let people into the house.

Han Wu is cleaning the wound of the iris and applying gold sore medicine.

The woman's eyes were full of wariness, and she stared at the visitor for a moment.

"Where's the patient?" The young man came in with this sentence, and then complained, "This ghost weather, it's raining well, who is this going to kill?!" ”

Hearing such words should make people laugh out loud.

But the two women opposite, one master and one servant, looked at themselves equally seriously and vigilantly.

The man brushed the water droplets on the hem of his clothes with a folding fan, and chatted with the black hair on his forehead with his jade-white fingers, before he raised his head and revealed a stunning face.