Wei Xingzhen calmed down a little—as surely, he should have asked Feng Yan directly what he thought.

Calculate the eight characters and so on... I think too much.

"By the way," Wei Xingzhen said again, "Mr. Mei, what do you think?"

“What?”

"...It's this person, what do you think."

Feng Yan's eyes left the book in her hand, "I want to... how to understand your question."

"I'm not jealous." Wei Xingzhen explained.

Feng Yan came over, "...but I didn't say you were jealous."

"..." Wei Xingzhen was silent for a while.

I feel that this problem becomes more and more difficult as it is described.

He turned around and said, "Just just think I'm jealous... Does A Yan think there is something wrong with this person?"

Feng Yan smiled and shook her head.

"Is there nothing strange at all?" Wei Xingzhen asked with a frown.

"…Xingzhen thinks something is wrong?"

Wei Xingzhen did not answer, it would be better to say that he didn't know how to answer.

Tell Feng Yan that he thinks there is something wrong with Mei Shier's gaze when she looks at her?

Feng Yan may not believe it if she says it, and... she will be confused if she really cares about it.

Seeing that Wei Xingzhen didn't speak, Feng Yan pondered for a moment, then said softly, "This Mr. Mei is indeed a bit strange."

She roughly told Wei Xingzhen about her conversation with Mei Shier in the corridor today, including some similarity she felt in Mei Shier.

"His mood rarely fluctuates," Feng Yan said softly.

"Even when talking to you?"

"Of course." Feng Yan smiled and glanced at Wei Xingzhen, "What are you thinking?"

Wei Xingzhen shook his head, and he hugged Feng Yan from behind and said nothing.

The two lay quietly together, and Wei Xingzhen buried her head in Feng Yan's hair scattered between her neck.

Feng Yan felt that he bit his back shoulder again, but this time he restrained himself without exerting force.

"Why..." Feng Yan raised her head slightly, "Why can't I feel your thoughts, Xingzhen?"

"A Yan wants to know, what am I thinking."

Feng Yan nodded.

Wei Xingzhen held Feng Yan's hands and crossed them with his fingers and buckled them, "I don't know... Sometimes I feel happy, satisfied, sometimes I feel uneasy and panic. If you are not by my side, I am afraid that I won't see you again when I come back; if I am with you, I start to worry about how long this kind of life will last..."

Wei Xingzhen hugged Feng Yan hard, "...Repeated and repeated, very sweet and heavy, A Yan."

Feng Yan in his arms didn't say anything. Wei Xingzhen heard her breath gently, not knowing whether she was laughing or sighing.

"I..." Wei Xingzhen lowered his head and wanted to say something else. Feng Yan's hand was already holding his neck.

The two kissed silently.

Wei Xingzhen closed his eyes and Feng Yan also closed his eyes. Although they were not looking at each other, there was no one else in their hearts.

The world around it seems to be blooming in clusters, fascinating and selfless.

Wei Xingzhen's hand was tightly held by Feng Yan.

At first, Feng Yan's kiss was like a butterfly, gently falling on his eyebrows, eyelashes, and her nose gently touched his, as if she wanted to use a kiss to remember Wei Xingzhen's appearance. Until finally, she finally found Wei Xingzhen's lips. After a moment of pause, the two lips trembled and glued together...

At this moment, even breathing was sweet.

Wei Xingzhen followed Feng Yan, and the two seemed to sink into the same happy dream. Everything in the world seemed to have disappeared, and all the bad things that had happened and had not yet happened were swept away by the breath in my ears.

He forgot about himself and just wanted to give everything to his lover in exchange for her joy.

——She loves me.

——She loves me too.

...

At night, an urgent call came from the palace, asking Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan to enter the palace at the same time.

At such a late night, the eunuch who was sending the order looked so solemn. Obviously, it would be no good for those waiting in front of him, but Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan held hands and got on the carriage.

The two of them leaned against each other in the car, blowing the night breeze, as if the road did not lead to Sun Youwei's Taichu Palace, but was part of a night tour.

Feng Yan has never been like today. She felt that the road was so short. She hoped that the carriage would be slower and slower... But when the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate of Xuanmen, she felt that it didn't matter again.

Because Wei Xingzhen jumped out of the carriage, then stood on the ground and stretched out his hand to her.

From the Xuanmen to the Taichu Palace, the two of them couldn't let go of their hands for a while.

Under one deep palace gate after another, they shook hands in different ways, sometimes with their ten fingers, sometimes one person holding several fingers of another, and sometimes gently rubbing the back of each other's hands with their palms...

Both of them were filled with joy, and their steps were walking very slowly, as if they were a little faster, and the joy in their hearts would not help but fall on the ground, shocking the eyes of others.

Until the lights of Taichu Palace appeared not far ahead, both of them sighed slightly.

Feng Yan breathed a little relievedly, pulled her hand back from Wei Xingzhen, and the expression on her face gradually became indifferent.

The same is true for Wei Xingzhen.

Until the two of them stepped on the eighty-one steps in front of Sun Youwei's palace together, they were finally willing to think about what the Empress's summoning might mean tonight.

In the hall, many familiar faces stood there.

Taohuawei, Ping Yao Office, Sitiantai, Dali Temple... Almost all the chiefs of the Shujiao stood in front of Sun Youwei's seat with a gloomy expression. When they heard footsteps, they all glanced at Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan.

Almost as soon as he entered the hall gate, Feng Yan's heart was raised.

She had never seen Sun Youwei get so angry as today. Every wisp of the empress, almost like a sharp bayonet that had just been opened.

Feng Yan saw Du Huanfeng kneeling in front of the emperor, frowning, and tea leaves were still stained with him - a few pieces of broken porcelain were scattered beside him.

Several secondary assistants and group assistants from Fengge also arrived. They stood at the edge of the crowd and were relieved when they saw Wei Xingzhen finally appear.

Since the lord has arrived, the priest's thunder wrath will have a new place to go.

What's more, Wei Xingzhen even left the official office and stayed with her newly married wife all day long, which was simply outrageous.

Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan bent over and salute under the empress's seat.

"Mr. Wei, this is the memorial presented by Master Du tonight. I believe you have not read it yet." Fu Guang handed a memorial that had been damaged and stumbled to Wei Xingzhen, and then said to Feng Yan, "Young Master, let's take a look together."

Wei Xingzhen opened the memorial and read it with Feng Yan at a glance.

After just finishing the first third, the two of them frowned at the same time.

“…I’m going to move the capital again?”
Chapter completed!