For a moment, Feng Yan couldn't recognize anyone.

Although her appearance has not changed and her voice is still familiar to her, Yin Shiyun today looks like she has a sinister and solemn atmosphere - this has never been seen before.

Feng Yan was about to speak, but Wei Xingzhen behind her had already stood in front of her.

"What's wrong with Lord Yin coming to visit late at night?" Wei Xingzhen said softly.

"Mr. Wei, don't be nervous," Yin Shiyun's eyes left Feng Yan. He looked into Wei Xingzhen's eyes straight, "I'm here this time, I'm not looking for A Yan... but for you."

He looked back at Siyongzhai's plaque, "Uncle and aunt have already fallen asleep now. If you want to come and visit, you might as well wait for tomorrow morning."

A servant came out of the house at this time. Seeing Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan coming, he stepped forward and said something similar to Yin Shiyun - today's time is indeed a bit late.

"Can Lord Wei take a step to speak now?" Yin Shiyun asked again.

Wei Xingzhen was silent for a moment and looked at Feng Yan, "...A Yan, you are waiting for me here."

"Yeah." Feng Yan nodded.

Feng Yan watched Yin and Wei leave the courtyard, and then looked at the child standing aside with curiosity.

The child was obviously not wearing enough clothes, and was trembling alone in the yard. It was obvious that he was trying hard to control himself and not tremble.

Feng Yan walked up to him, "Did you come with Lord Yin?"

The boy nodded with confidence.

"Who are you?" Feng Yan asked.

"I am Lord Yin's disciple."

Feng Yan was slightly stunned, "...he has already started to accept disciples."

"Yeah." The boy looked at Feng Yan with some restraint, "You - are you... Master Zhimiao?"

"Yes." Feng Yan nodded, and she squatted down in front of the boy, "What's your name?"

"My name is Gongyang, and I have a single name," the young man replied, "Young Master can call me A Sheng, and the master also called me that."

"A Sheng." Feng Yan saw that the child's back collar was folded, so she reached out to help him turn it over, "Did Lord Yin ask you to wait here?"

"Yes." Yang Sheng replied.

"It's so windy outside, please go into the house and sit for a while."

The boy looked at the inner room that looked very warm. Although his throat moved, he still shook his head firmly.

Feng Yan looked up in the yard and saw a few empty pottery basins piled up in the corner of the wall not far away, "Then do me a favor, can you do me?"

The young man nodded, "Young Master will give you the order."

"Did you see the pottery pots over there?" Feng Yan said softly, "Help me move into the house."

The boy was stunned and quickly reacted, "...Okay!"

...

The room was really warm.

After entering the house, Feng Yan instructed Asheng to continue carrying some vases, tables and chairs.

Seeing that her mother's room was dark, Feng Yan went around the other rooms, and finally returned to Li's house.

"Xiao Qi, are you inside?" she asked softly.

A response from the darkness came, and it took a long time before Xiaoqi walked out with the door.

Feng Yan saw that her temples were wet and her face turned red, thinking she was sick, but Xiaoqi waved her hand.

"No..." Xiaoqi whispered, "I just... feel a little uncomfortable."

Tonight, Yin Shiyun came to visit Li. Feng Yuandao was there, so everyone sat together and chatted. I don’t know how they did it so much, but they kept talking until dark after supper.

She sat next to Yin Shiyun throughout the whole time, enduring unforgettable torture - because although her people were sitting there, their whole body seemed to be running around the playground over and over again.

Not only did her heart beat wildly throughout the whole process, she didn't dare to show off her anger, for fear that her parents and Yin Shiyun would see the clues when they were together.

Only after Yin Shiyun left did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Yan quickly asked the servant to pour a cup of hot water over.

Xiaoqi didn't pick up the water cup, and half of her face was pressed against the table, and she sighed long, "Secret love is really... too bitter."

Feng Yan looked at Xiaoqi with some surprise. She supported her face with her hands and lowered her voice and smiled, "Is there anyone in Xiaoqi's heart that is secretly there?"

Feng Xiaoqi shook his head with difficulty.

"If I have any crush on someone in my life, I will be a pig."

...

In the Feng family's courtyard, Wei Xingzhen and Yin Shiyun walked slowly under the moon.

"What's going to me tonight?"

Yin Shiyun smiled faintly, "Your carriage arrived at the east gate very early, why didn't you come in? Lord Wei wasn't stingy, and he refused to let me see Feng Yan."

"A Yan is asleep." Wei Xingzhen looked ahead, "I don't want to wake her up. Lord Yin should not think too much."

Yin Shiyun looked at Wei Xingzhen with complicated eyes.

"Talk the serious business," Wei Xingzhen stopped, "A Yan is still waiting for me. I am tired tonight, so I want to go back early to rest."

Yin Shiyun

"I have recently checked a file about the abnormal movements of the Yelings on the Daizong Mountain in the seventh year of Tianfu. This incident has been followed up every year. Except for the winter of Tianfu eleventh year of Tianfu - that year, the records are vacant."

Yin Shiyun stared at Wei Xingzhen's eyes, "And I checked the list of winter officials at that time, and you were the one responsible for sorting out the documents."

Wei Xingzhen frowned.

This happened ten years ago. Not to mention that it was the reason for the vacancy of documents, he couldn't remember it for a while, and even he had no impression of the so-called "wild and supernatural movement".

"It seems that Lord Wei can't remember it?" Yin Shiyun walked gently, "Then let me remind you that in the seventh year of Tianfu, many wild spirits suddenly emerged from the mountain where the Liufu Garden of Daizong Mountain was located, and the eyes of several monks were burned at that time--"

Wei Xingzhen's eyebrows moved slightly, "Well... I remembered it."

"That year was a turbulent year," Yin Shiyun said softly, "The old Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion suddenly went to Weilu Mountain to become a monk. He Yunzhou's wife in Chang'an City was ordered to leave..."

Speaking of this, Yin Shiyun looked over, "Mr. Wei was also Sitiantai, who officially joined that year, right?"

Wei Xingzhen said coldly, "It seems that Lord Yin not only checked the winter official list at that time, but also checked the files I hung on Sitiantai."

"Yes, I was really surprised to see Lord Wei's test scores in Sitiantai that year - I didn't expect that I was not the first person to pass the seven-study exam at one time."

"Not me," Wei Xingzhen replied, "If Lord Yin continues to turn forward, he will find that there will be one in the sixteenth year of Xiancheng - that is, the year when His Majesty's wedding; if he counts thirty-seven years later, there will be one in the spring of the fifteenth year of Chuyuan, and both of them are women."

"Is that true?" Yin Shiyun responded slightly or seriously.

Wei Xingzhen laughed, "It's understandable that Lord Yin didn't find out - you should have focused all your attention on me."

Yin Shiyun was not annoyed, "Mr. Wei can't remember the vacant documents, and he knows these things well."

Wei Xingzhen was too lazy to explain, so he thought intently, "If there was really no record of the reason back then, I should have indicated the reason... Is there no criticism?"

"No. Otherwise, I wouldn't come to the door." Yin Shiyun said softly, "Since Lord Wei can't remember, let it go, I'll think of another way."

"...Why does Lord Yin attach so much importance to this document?"

"I have no obligation to tell you this," Yin Shiyun said lightly.

"Then there is nothing else to say today," Wei Xingzhen turned around and wanted to leave, "goodbye."

Looking at Wei Xingzhen's leaving figure, Yin Shiyun suddenly shouted, "Wei Xingzhen."

Wei Xingzhen stopped, but did not look back.
Chapter completed!