Suddenly, Feng Yan heard Going call her outside another car window.

She moved to the other side and opened the window, "What's wrong?"

"Is the madam's mom cold?" Ge Ji took out a new mom from his robe, "Sir, let me change it for you."

Feng Yan smiled and handed the warmed Tang Mama in her arms out.

Go and took it with both hands.

Feng Yan poked her head out and looked in the direction of Wei Xingzhen. She saw that there were all people in the distance, and she could not tell where Wei Xingzhen was for a while.

Go Shin smiled and said, "Madam, don't worry. The adult said that he would not have to walk ahead after leaving the city. He could come and accompany you... Does Madam have anything to pass to the adult?"

Feng Yan was about to speak when she suddenly saw some crystal clear snow seeds whirling and the wind.

She looked up at the gloomy sky.

"It's snowing..."

"Yeah, yes!" Quji raised his head in surprise, "It's snowing!"

"Just pass this for me."

"…ah?" Going to the ground didn't react, "What did the wife say?"

"It's snowing, that's all." Feng Yan smiled and slowly closed the windows on this side, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ji Jin stood there and scratched his head, a little confused for a moment. He muttered this sentence without any end, handed the cold Tang Mama to the palace servant, and then quietly walked back to the front line.

Young officials like Wei Xingzhen were standing on the side of the road with their horses, while older ones were standing also, but followed by sedan chairs or carriages. Once the team sets off, young people ride horses and older people ride in sedan chairs.

Wei Xingzhen was talking to several colleagues. When he saw that Goji came back, he turned around and said, "All of them were delivered?"

Go Jin nodded, "Send it."

"Did A Yan say something?"

"Say it," Qu Jin frowned, "Madam asked me to tell you that... it's snowing."

Wei Xingzhen raised his head and looked at the sky at this moment.

The dark wall tiles of the city gate in the distance look majestic and solemn in the cold morning wind. The flags at the top of the city were rushing, just like snow seeds the size of gravel, and in a flash they turned into small and light snowflakes.

Wei Xingzhen turned around and looked towards Feng Yan, and he could vaguely see the hood of Feng Yan's carriage at the end of the team.

"Is there anything else that sir?" asked Ge Jin, "If it's okay, I'll go back first-"

"You go and go for another trip," Wei Xingzhen said suddenly, "bring another sentence over there."

Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, nodded? Motionally he was listening.

A gentle smile appeared in Wei Xingzhen's eyes? "Just say... I saw it."

While Kishi agreed, he stepped back? The more he thought about it, the more he felt puzzled - what happened to the wife and the adults today? How did the two of them say useless nonsense?

The time for departure was almost here, and Wei Xingzhen withdrew his gaze? At this moment, he heard a familiar voice from Tang Sanxue coming from not far away.

He looked in the sound and saw Xia Ying getting off the carriage not far away? He was following Tang Sanxue? He walked towards the emperor's carriage.

The two of them had their eyes in exchange, and they nodded as a greeting.

Wei Xingzhen's hands in his sleeves moved gently.

——This person is indeed here.

...

At noon that day? The snow in Luoyang City had already fallen down.

Feng Yishu pushed Ayu's wheelchair? He took Xiaoqi into the courtyard of the museum. They waited in the side room for a long time before waiting to pick them up to the guards underground.

"Do we want to go and eat something first?" Feng Yishu asked.

"Don't be hungry!" Xiaoqi and Ayu spoke in unison. They had been waiting for this trip to the Museum for a long time, and there was nothing more important than going in and checking in.

At the entrance? Many people were moving in and out and carrying dusty boxes. Ayu and Xiaoqi were looking at the things in their hands with some concern.

The guard's old man laughed? "These are all redundant hidden things that were counted out today. We will be sent to Sibaojian tonight."

Xiaoqi looked at these boxes with almost exactly the same specifications? “What are these?”

"It's Han Stone, also known as Chaolu Jade? Have Miss Seven heard of it?"

Xiaoqi shook his head? “Don’t my father and mother love these gold and stone objects? But this name sounds pretty good. Is it a very expensive jade?”

The old man shook his head with a smile, "It's really expensive, but it's not famous, it's just a toy for wealthy families. Cold stone is a mole demon of a kind of mole demon in the bitter and cold land in the extreme north. It's as gentle as jade... However, if a person wants to wear it around him, the demon king will turn into a pool of water within half a month, so it's called 'Chaolu Jade' - it can't be kept."

Feng Yishu was surprised when he heard this, "Why are there anyone buying such useless things?"

"Because it looks good." The old man smiled, "The cold stone is moist and clear. Its color should not be as good as any real jade."

The old man stopped and pointed to the boxes piled up not far away, "These should be stocks from twenty years ago. This thing is like wine. The older it is, the more expensive it is. Will the fifth master take some? It will cost you 70%."

Just as Feng Yishu was about to refuse, Xiaoqi laughed out loud, "My brother won't buy it. He doesn't even look at such an unpractical thing."

"Is that Miss Seven interested in this lady?"

"Don't worry," Xiaoqi said with a smile, "Let's talk about it after we finish shopping."

Ayu nodded too.

The three followed the old man into the ground. Feng Yishu was thinking about the pile of cold stones just now and asked the old man a lot of details. Only then did he realize that the cold stones were hard to find on the market. Every time the museum opened the collection, all inventory was often cleared in less than a day.

Feng Yishu once again gained a new understanding of the world he was in.

Xiaoqi smiled beside him, "It's not difficult to understand. It's a shortcoming for you like Chaolu, but maybe it's an advantage for others?"

"What's the advantage!"

Xiaoqi immediately replied, "Uselessness is the advantage - it is romantic."

“…what?”

"Romantic is probably... full of fantasy, poetic, indulgent and not focused on the details." Xiaoqi stretched out his hand and gestured, "The more extreme the attributes of a thing are, the more romantic it is.

"Two men fought for the girl they like, which can only be said to be a bit romantic. If two countries fought for a beauty, it would be particularly romantic - Fenghuoxiu Zhuwu is the top romance in the text."

Feng Yishu frowned, "What's the thing..."

"Persisting in the concept of doomed failure is a kind of romance, and hitting a stone with an egg is a kind of romance. Knowing that this gem is as short as the morning dew, you still have to do your best to appreciate its beauty before it disappears - of course it is also a kind of romance!"

Xiaoqi started to speak nonsense. She looked at Feng Yishu's disgusting expression, but instead spoke even more vigorously.

She talked about "Maggie's Gift", the "pure tortoiseshell comb inlaid with jewelry" that she finally exchanged for her husband's golden pocket watch and the "platinum bracelet" that she exchanged for her wife's long hair. The two gave up their treasures for each other, but made the last gift useless.

In order to facilitate understanding, Xiaoqi replaced the golden pocket watch and bracelet in the story with daggers and sheaths, which made Feng Yishu stunned.

"Look, you are more precious than the most precious thing in me - where is there a better gift than this?"

"In short, sometimes the more useless things are, the more they can convey some meanings that are difficult to express in words. This is useless use!"

Xiaoqi's voice echoed in the empty underground corridor. Ayu listened with concentration and let out a sigh of approval.

Feng Yishu fell into deep thought and was about to say something, but suddenly he found that there seemed to be a familiar figure not far away.

The man was also sitting in a wheelchair, with a long sword lying across the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair.

He pressed his elbows against his sword and waited quietly in front of the large iron gate at the underground entrance.

The underground lights were dim, and Feng Yishu shouted tentatively, "...Jiran?"
Chapter completed!