The sharp corners and eaves of the stone pavilion in the distance were vaguely visible, and the gray roof covered with snow made the moonlit night in front of you look like an ink painting.

Xiaying followed Feng Yan to a thatched hut.

For some reason, Feng Yan stopped in front of the wooden door and did not reach out to push the door.

There was snow on the horizontal railing of the wooden door. Feng Yan stared at it and noticed that there was almost no dust falling on the facade.

"What's wrong?" Xia Ying asked.

Feng Yan shook her head and pushed it away.

The house was pitch black.

Feng Yan walked to a cabinet in the dark and reached out to get the candles inside. She thought that even though she hadn't been here for a long time, the candles and lamp oil that were originally prepared here should be barely usable, but when she reached out to the lattice where the candles were stored, she was stunned again.

There were several rolls of new candles wrapped in oil paper in the cabinet, and they were tied with thin ropes, and they had never been taken apart.

She walked to the moonlight at the door of the house with the candle. Her long candle body was still snow-white, unlike the old candles that were dark yellow - this was obviously a new candle.

"Do you need help?" Xiaying asked.

Xiaying was already sitting on the ground in front of the low table in the middle of the house. Feng Yan turned around and saw him take out the fire he carried with him.

"No, I have it."

Feng Yan lit the candle, she closed the door, and the whole room lit up in the candlelight, and she also saw everything in the room more clearly.

Everything here is the same as a few years ago, all the tables, chairs, cups, books... are all well-organized.

There was a half-covered map on the bookshelf. Feng Yan hesitated and expanded it, and then almost forgot to breathe in surprise.

A long time ago, she and Yin Shiyun carefully planned the route to escape from Chang'an. They first went north and made a trend of going to Taiyuan, and then went west to Liangzhou halfway, then headed south along Tubo and entered the boundary of Shuzhou.

The mountains of Xishu are high and the roads are far away, and the jungles are piled up, making it a good place to live in seclusion.

Before leaving, she had originally collected the map. After the rainy night in the Lion Garden, Feng Yan had burned it, but she didn't expect to see it again here.

Unlike before, the starting point of this map is no longer Chang'an? But Luoyang.

Feng Yan suddenly remembered the conversation with Yin Shiyun in Taolin before? He said at that time that he often remembered the heavy rain that night over the years... Look at this spotless house? Then look at the newly made maps and routes in front of him? I think that was not just empty talk.

Feng Yan sighed silently and put the map back to its original place.

She took charcoal to make a fire? She cooked tea without saying a word - the tea pot here was covered with green snails without any suspense.

All the details made Feng Yan realize? This room was obviously being taken care of by others, and some people often come here to clean and replace the lamp oil, candles and tea.

Three years have passed, and she has walked too far? But some people are still stuck.

"What is this?" Xiaying asked again.

"Is it a long time ago? A friend and I played the piano, chess and chatted with us." Feng Yan said softly.

Xiaying looked at Feng Yan's slightly subtle expression, "Why should I bring me here?"

"It's also a whim." Feng Yan raised her eyes and looked at him, "I had to say half of the time when I talked to you before, or I could not enjoy myself if I stood around me? Since Mr. Xia felt that he was the same as me, and he always had so many things to say to me? Why not have a chat tonight?"

She poured tea for Xia Ying, and then pushed the cup to the other party? “…This is my way of hospitality.”

Xiaying looked at the teacup with white mist floating in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He had thought about many possibilities? He was confident that no matter what kind of ambush it was, he could easily defeat it.

He was looking forward to Feng Yan's trap and resistance? I wanted to see her angry and helpless expression after her failure...

But this cup of tea that was pushed towards him suddenly moved him.

"Where is Mr. Xia?" Feng Yan asked.

Xia Ying stretched out her right hand, and through the white gauze gloves, the heat from the teacup was transmitted to the palm of his hand.

He looked at Feng Yan opposite him, she was picking charcoal with wooden clips.

The color of the charcoal surface changes between gray and white and orange, like breathing.

Xia Ying drank a sip of tea soup.

"I don't know, I remember that it may be in the northern desert area, deserts, grasslands, horse herds, cattle and sheep, and storms flying through sand and stones... In retrospect, they are all these things."

"Before the age of twelve?"

Xiaying nodded, "Before the age of twelve."

Feng Yan smiled, and she held a long-handled wooden spoon to stop the boiling soup, "I have never been to places outside Chang'an and Luoyang."

"It's nothing, it's almost the same in every place."

"Jiangnan and Mobei are similar?"

Xia Ying put down the cup, "Yes, what's the difference?"

...

In the deep canyon, the prison car escorting "Xiaying" is still moving slowly.

Wei Xingzhen went to pick up Feng Yishu, and it would take some time to return. Du Qiangfeng lurked alone in the high place, looking down at the entire team from a high place. His eyes as sharp as an eagle had already captured the figures of Kuang Lu and Qing Xiu, waiting for the opportunity to take action.

Last time, Du Huanfeng was inexplicably fleeing from under his nose by these two people, and Du Huanfeng was filled with anger. He met again today. He was determined to catch these two people at the same time and not let any of them escape.

——Obviously, taking advantage of the moment they ran towards Xia Ying, Du Canfeng's oriole bird was killed by one stone, which was the most appropriate way.

But Qing Xiu and Kuang Lu looked a little strange tonight. The two seemed to have some disputes at first, but they soon became quiet.

They stared at the prison car silently, and then followed quietly, and did not take action to save people.

These two people are really vigilant, and taking action rashly will only alert the enemy.

Du Xuanfeng glanced at the road ahead. Although it was not a bad idea to drag it like this - after all, things would only be safer when Wei Xingzhen came back, but this was not in line with his personality of getting up wherever he fell.

I think that just a similar body may not be enough to convince these two soul-sacrificing people.

Du Kuangfeng pondered for a moment and suddenly came up with an idea.

...

"You shouldn't doubt Mr. Xia." Kuang Lu's voice was unprecedentedly stern. "Only if you act without authorization like you, you will really break Mr. Xia's plan and push him into a dangerous situation."

Qing Xiu held the rugged bulges of the rocks with both hands, and his exposed wrists also had two bloody hand marks - which he left behind when he broke free from Kuang Lu's shackles tonight.

He ignored Kuang Lu's nagging at all and stared at the prison car on the mountain road with complicated eyes.

If Mr. Xia was really lying there... it would be impossible that he would not have responded to him until now.

"I won't hide this for you." Kuang Lu said coldly, "When Mr. Xia comes back, you will get the punishment yourself."
Chapter completed!