In the silent candlelight, Xiaying remembered three ways to kill the messenger.

First, while he was still young and young;

The second is to attack its weakness and take advantage of its weakness;

The third is to wait.

Waiting, doing nothing, the messenger sometimes takes the initiative to die.

In such a life that often endures suffering, it is indeed not very common for people to miss it.

He looked down at his injured hand, and suddenly remembered the night he took Feng Yan to the outside world.

He remembered the scars and thick calluses on Feng Yan's hand, the warm breath she tilted back in her arms, and the look on her face when she smiled...

And on that rainy day in Fengjia West Garden, when she mentioned "talent and curse", Feng Yan looked at him with understanding and sympathy.

There are people in the world who endure the same pain as you, and this thing itself is a kind of comfort.

If he had been willing to pay more attention to the rumors in Chang'an City, would it be possible that he would have discovered her before Wei Xingzhen or even Yin Shiyun, and then went to her side?

If so, what kind of story is it now?

With such a calm mood, he thought of Feng Yan, seeing both her light and her shadow - Feng Yan means variables and danger.

She brings a fresh possibility of life, a warmth that has not been seen for a long time, and makes people unable to help but feel the desire to stay here for a short time.

Xia Ying slightly stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and a tearing pain came from the palm of his palm.

This feeling made him frown slightly.

After a while, he got up again and went for a walk in the yard alone.

Vipers and traps are not inaccessible...

Xia Ying thought.

But this is the case, he needs to keep himself calm.

...

In the early morning of the beginning of winter, Ayu prepared everything early, changed into new clothes and sat in the corridor of the yard.

She heard footsteps coming from behind her, and turned around and saw Xiaying walking towards her.

"Sir." Ayu nodded slightly, "Good morning."

"Are you waiting for Feng Yishu?" Xiaying glanced at her, "Are you waiting for Feng Yishu?"

"Um."

Xiaying looked at the sky, "It should be a while before he can leave Luoyang after at least the time of Si. - it will take more than an hour."

Ayu shook his head, "It's okay."

She turned the wheels under her, and faced Xia Ying, "Do you want to divine today?"

Xiaying nodded, "Well, can you divinate today?"

Ayu looked ahead and his eyes dimmed again. After a while, she shook her head? “No? I still can’t do it today.”

Xia Ying frowned slightly, "It's been three days since we've been together?"

Ayu nodded.

"How long has the longest time for divination before?"

"Seven days." Ayu replied.

Xia Ying looked at the quiet courtyard? Thinking of this? “When can you tell me when can you divination be done?”

"good."

Before Ayu finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside, and the two of them looked at the origin of the sound at the same time. Both of them were a little surprised.

Xiaying stepped forward and opened the door? Ayu's eyes were smiling behind her and she looked ahead with some expectation.

Until the wooden door opened, both of them were stunned again.

Outside the door, Tang Sanxue, wearing thick clothes, was standing outside the house? He was erect and erect, and greeted Xiaying with a smile.

"Doctor Mei is fine recently?"

Xia Ying instinctively took a step back, and the dirty people in front of him felt disgusted by two or three steps.

"It turned out to be Eunuch Tang, why are you here... Please sit in the room."

Tang Sanxue shook his head, "I won't sit down. I'm in a hurry now... Are you lucky? Dr. Mei."

He smiled, "What do you say?"

"This morning, the eldest princess felt a little uncomfortable with her legs and feet? Just as I happened to be with Mr. Miao, I was accompanying you, so I recommended you to Your Majesty? You said that your acupuncture method is exquisite, maybe you can try it."

Tang Sanxue looked at Mei Shier's young face? He seemed to be unresponsive? He just thought he was knocked out by this sudden blessing? He shouted again, "Doctor Mei, bring your medical box and go with us--This winter festival in the imperial tomb, the emperor asked you to accompany you."

"Is it... Master Zhimiao, who recommended me?"

"Yes." Tang Sanxue nodded, "What's wrong? Haven't you been treating Feng Yuandao's leg disease recently? The young master said it's very useful."

Tang Sanxue praised it again, but Xia Ying didn't say anything. He looked at the mouth of the person in front of him, but he didn't listen to a word.

He clearly felt an unknown net spread out in front of his eyes, almost a bright trap, inviting him to get close.

This almost made him laugh a little unconsciously.

...Feng Yan, what do you want to do?

"Doctor Mei, don't delay it," Tang Sanxue urged again, "Or, what are the difficulties you have?"

Xia Ying's eyes fell on Tang Sanxue again, and he said lightly, "There is no difficulty, it's that there is no one at home now. I'm very worried that my sister will be alone at home. Can you ask my father-in-law to send someone to send her to Feng's mansion first?"

Tang Sanxue smiled and looked at Ayu not far away, "Okay, what's the matter? Let's prepare a carriage here."

When Xiaying returned to the house to get his medicine box, Kuang Lu slowly walked out in the dark, "Sir, are you really going?"

"go."

"Does Qing Xiu and I work with you-"

"No, I can do it alone." Xia Ying whispered, "I can only do it alone."

Kuang Lu couldn't help but remind, "But what if this is a conspiracy..."

"This is obviously a conspiracy." Xia Ying interrupted Kuang Lu's words expressionlessly. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and the movement in his hand stopped for a moment, "Kuang Lu."

"exist."

"In the next few days, you will stay here well, without my instructions, don't do anything extra."

Kuang Lu looked at the person in front of him with concern, then nodded slightly, "I understand."

...

In the early morning mist, Feng Yan sat alone in her carriage. This time, Wei Xingzhen was at the front of the team and was not by her side.

As usual, Feng Yan's carriage was far away from Sun Youwei's home team, and was slowly led by the palace servants to follow everyone's last.

The winter wind roared past the car, like someone's crying. The time to set off was not yet here, and the horses and people were waiting quietly in the cold wind.

Feng Yan covered her thick blanket and placed her hands in a rabbit velvet cover.

She always kept a gap in the car window, looked at the other side of the street, waiting for Tang Sanxue's carriage to appear at the end.

——Will Xiaying really come here without preparation?

Du Canfeng always expressed doubts about this most critical link.

He felt that Xiaying would definitely find ways to delay some time. Maybe before the convoy left the city gate, a spirit-sacrificing man rushed to the near the imperial tomb to check in and prepare to respond.

If that is the case, although there is no way to deal with it, the difficulty of implementing this plan will inevitably rise to a higher level. The more variables, the more dangers it is.

But Feng Yan vaguely felt that Xia Ying would.
Chapter completed!