Even after getting the answer, Kuang Lu remained silent because of a surprise that was far beyond expectations.

He frowned and asked for a while, "Then... is the destiny she has received the same as yours?"

Xiaying shook her head, "So far, she should have never received any information from the way of heaven."

Kuang Lu was puzzled, "Then how did you confirm that she was--"

"Of course I have my own way." Xia Ying whispered.

Xiaying did not continue to explain, and Kuang Lu immediately realized that the problem ended here.

"So... that's it." He sighed, "No wonder Mr. put so much energy into this person--and then, I have one last question."

"Um."

"Will she... pose a threat to you?"

Xia Ying was speechless for a moment.

Kuang Lu's question once again made him fall into deep thought.

There are many kinds of threats in this world, such as the tricks that no one knows, the violence that swept through all the steps, and the conspiracy that takes every step of the way... In his only twenty-seven years of life, these dangerous things have always been his most loyal friends and neighbors.

He was familiar with them, fiddled with them, and trusted them.

But now he encountered something new - he was surprised to find that when a person aroused desire to another person, something, experience, or even a memory without authorization, the person immediately faced the danger of being bound and controlled by the desire.

...and he has no experience in dealing with this desire for the time being.

Xiaying just vaguely felt that some threats were terrifying, some threats were abominable, but some were nostalgic and involuntarily.

It makes people want to get close to it and possess.

For example, she stayed on the bronze soup mother and was unfamiliar but not annoying.

For example, the fair hand brushed across the cheek, leaving a trembling and warm touch.

It is these experiences that have never been seen before that make Feng Yan's existence special and meaningful.

Now, the aura that belonged to Feng Yan, which had been stained on the copper pot, has long dissipated without a trace, but some feelings have been lingering, as if once you have experienced it, you will always endure its biting and erosion.

"Mr. Xia?" Kuang Lu called him again, "Are you listening?"

"…in." Xiaying replied.

“Is this question difficult for you to answer?”

Xia Ying laughed, "It's hard, not difficult. It seems nothing at the moment, but even if it does bring threats in the future, it's okay..."

Xiaying paused for a moment and replied seriously, "If there was really one day when I could get out of control, I would just kill her."

Kuang Lu was stunned again.

Hearing Xiaying's answer so firmly and calmly, he suddenly felt a little ashamed of the concerns and doubts he had about the people in front of him - obviously this was still Xiaying, whom he was familiar with in the past.

Such a thing that is so obsessed with a love affair between children and even puts himself in danger... will not happen to him.

"I understand." Kuang Lu nodded with relief, "I have no other problem."

Kuang Lu was about to get up and leave, but Xiaying suddenly stopped him, "Do you have any news about Jiaguheng these two days?"

"Yes." Kuang Lu nodded, "Hong Hesha has been following him."

"Take him something for me." Xia Ying took out a small wooden box from her sleeve, "I forgot to hand it over to him last time I met."

"This is……"

"It's a soundproof earring. If I hadn't forgotten about it temporarily, Du Kuangfeng would not have lived now." Xia Ying smiled, "I told him to put this thing on when he snatches his name next time."

...

On the same night, Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan drove into Luoyang City from the carriage that came down from Daizong Mountain.

They did not return to Feng's house, but returned to Wei's house again.

They had already been waiting at the door when they saw Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen's carriage, and they jumped up. Since the last time they parted in Daizong Mountain, this is the first time that the wife has returned with the adults.

During the two days when the two went to visit Du Tianshi on the mountain, Li had sent someone to organize their luggage and sent someone to Wei Xingzhen's mansion in advance. The few of them were extremely nervous, afraid that something would happen halfway.

It was not until the carriage stopped slowly at the gate that Wei Xingzhen took Feng Yan's hand and got out of the car, and a stone in everyone's heart really fell down.

It is rare that we did not run around noisyly, but followed everyone quietly.

I find it strange to go to the straits, and slow down until it goes to the straits.

He gently hit Shin's shoulder, "Hey, what are you thinking, suddenly he became disgusted."

Jushi frowned slightly, but seemed a little uncertain, so he leaned into Goshe's ear and whispered.

"Do you think that this time the wife and the adults came back, it feels different from before?"

“Where is different?”

Qi Shi first stretched out his left hand, then stretched out his right hand, and then he slowly clamped his ten fingers in front of Qi She.

“…Where do you think the difference is different?”

Goshe was stunned for a moment, looked forward, and finally realized that since he got off the car, the hands of these two people were holding.

"It's really."

Qu She was stunned and exclaimed, and laughed and threw him off, chasing him towards the people in front.

In fact, if you need to look for it carefully, there is more than just one place where there is change.

For example, the distance and expressions of two people when they talk, for some reason suddenly became so natural and so intimate, and no longer as regular as before, and respected each other as guests.

For example, every time Feng Yan looked up at Wei Xingzhen, their eyes seemed to bloom in spring flowers. Both of them had faint expressions, but they had the same smile in their eyes.

This feeling is like all the bleak autumn winds in the world blowing to them at this moment, and they will turn around elsewhere.

very nice.

...

When Feng Yan returned to this courtyard again, she was also filled with mixed feelings.

Now she finally understood why when she came here for the first time, she felt a reunion-like throbbing facing this strange manor she had never seen before.

Now looking at everything in front of you, it seems like you have received a belated gift.

Outside the window that night, the autumn plants and trees continued to wither in the night wind, and the pines, cypresses and flowers and vines came from the sound of the wind.

The fog gradually rose, and the middle of winter was not far away.

In the house, Feng Yan leaned against Wei Xingzhen's arms and played with him on a flower rope - the red rope originally tied to her hair.

While playing, they discussed what they would do tomorrow and all potential dangers, but the two were clearly immersed in the tenderness of being loved and needed. Even in a certain unsolved shadow, everything was inexplicably coated with an unknown layer of romance.

Time seems to be frozen and never leave when they are here.

"Guess when will my aunt come?" Feng Yan asked.

"If you are slow, at least three or five days - it seems that Du Huanfeng will not be able to get off the ground at least that time," Wei Xingzhen whispered softly, "But if you are quick, you might come tomorrow morning."

"...Tomorrow morning?" Feng Yan turned to look at him, "Why?"

"If Mrs. Feng goes to Tianji Palace to visit the Tianji Master after we go down the mountain - then of course she will know soon."
Chapter completed!