"Aunt Fu Guang doesn't need to ask about it."

Fu Guang smiled, "Although I am only a few years older than Lord Yin, since you call me an aunt, I want to ask some questions... I also want to ask."

Only then did Yin Shiyun look at the person in front of him seriously.

"I have heard a little about what happened over the years," Fu Guang whispered, "After all, staying by Your Majesty's side, many things are influenced by your eyes..."

Yin Shiyun responded in a low voice.

"Mr. Yin has always been very dazzling." Fu Guang whispered, "Even in the past few years, countless people leaped over the dragon gate in front of His Majesty... they cannot hide the glory of Master Yin."

"...You are so serious." Yin Shiyun interrupted, "I'm not that powerful."

"Of course you have it." Fu Guang said softly, "So I am really sorry for you since the moment. Although I don't know why you came here in the past few days, I have a question and I have always wanted to ask you. I hope Lord Yin can answer me."

"I'll listen carefully." Yin Shiyun replied.

"Host towards Wei Xingzhen..." Fu Guang whispered, "Are you more public or selfish?"

Yin Shiyun frowned, and he turned to look away, "I don't understand what you mean."

"..." Fu Guang sighed softly and said with a smile, "I am a traitor. Lord Yin, please forgive me."

Yin Shiyun Yu Guang looked at the palace servant not far away again—

Is this the idea that Guangguang himself or is it implicitly Sun Youwei's beating?

"I know that my question may cause trouble to Lord Yin," Fu Guang whispered, "You don't have to worry. These words will only be mentioned here today and will not appear in anyone's ears in the future."

Yin Shiyun bowed slightly to Fu Guang, "Then please tell Your Majesty that Aunt Fu Guang will convey to You Majesty, and I will take your leave first."

"Sir Yin walk slowly."

Yin Shiyun quickly left the side hall. He walked quickly in the white marble stone corridor, but for some reason, the words of floating light always echoed in his mind.

——Are you more public or selfish?

What is considered public intention and selfish intention?

Yin Shiyun himself couldn't explain it clearly.

But some things are already on the verge of the string, and he must do it.

...

"A Yan, what are you still watching?" Wei Xingzhen poked his head out of the carriage, "It's time for us to set off and go back."

Liulang wrapped the horse whip around his arm. Seeing that Feng Yan was still standing in front of the Feng family’s gate without any reaction, he then shouted, “Sister!”

Feng Yan came to her senses.

"Are you waiting for the fifth brother?" Xiaoqi asked, "He probably won't come back today, but even if he can't see him today, he should still go up the mountain in two days - you can just wait on the mountain with your brother-in-law."

Feng Yan shook her head, "...I'm not waiting for Goro."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Xiao Qi asked.

"Don't delay," Li said with a smile, "It's late, and it's not easy to drive on the carriage... It's snowing again."

“…”

Feng Yan looked at the corner of the street and couldn't say what she was waiting for for a moment.

After Ting Xingzhen retelled Di Chengwen's dream fourteen years ago, she felt a premonition in her heart, perhaps because of fear, or because of some other reason... This premonition was vaguely lingering in her mind, and it never revealed its true appearance.

Feng Yan withdrew her gaze and was about to say "Forget it", when she saw a child running out of the corner of the street.

Almost everyone turned their eyes to this child at this time.

"Who is Feng Yan?" the little boy shouted in a childish voice.

Liulang frowned and intuitively blocked his sister's face.

Wei Xingzhen jumped out of the carriage and walked to the child a few steps, "What are you looking for Feng Yan to do?"

"I have a letter to her here!" The child lowered his head and took out an envelope from his arms. Wei Xingzhen was about to take it, but the child suddenly hid the letter behind him, "Are you Feng Yan?"

"He is not, I am." Feng Yan walked out from behind Liulang, "Who asked you to send me the letter?"

"I don't know!" the child said with a smile, "Do you want to receive the letter?"

Feng Yan was about to reach out his hand, but Wei Xingzhen and Liulang shouted "A Yan" and "A Sister" almost at the same time.

"It should...it's okay." Feng Yan smiled, and she looked at the child in front of her again, "Please give it to me."

The envelope has an ordinary texture. When it was held in the hand, Feng Yan vaguely felt something rustling inside when it was shaking, as if something was loaded in it.

"The letter has arrived, then I'll leave."

"Wait." Wei Xingzhen pinched the child's shoulder, "You--"

Before he could finish his words, the child's body had turned into a ball of blue smoke, leaving only a short piece of clothing in his hands.

Li, Xiaoqi and others, who were not far away, immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

"Sister!"

Several people went to see Feng Yan at the same time - she had already tore open the letter.

Although nothing happened...the few people ran to her side with concern.

There is only one piece of paper in the envelope, and after it is unfolded, it is a small painting, and a little ink outlines a blooming ink plum blossoming in the cold.

Feng Yan flipped over the letter paper - except for this painting, there was nothing else on the paper.

On the other hand, Wei Xingzhen took the envelope and checked it. He soon found that there seemed to be something else in the letter except the white paper taken out by A Yan.

So he put his five fingers together and turned the entire envelope outward.

"This is..." Liulang's eyes were first moved to Wei Xingzhen's palm, and Feng Yan quickly looked over.

Wei Xingzhen had many small black particles in his hands. Most of them were crescent-shaped, with a hard black shell, which looked like the seeds of some kind of plant.

"Seed?" Xiaoqi spoke uncertainly.

Several people watched for a while, and even Feng Yuandao, who had always been skilled in flowers and plants, could not recognize what it was.

"Save one for me?" Feng Yuandao said, "Maybe I will go to the pile of old papers and look through them again, and there will be clues."

Feng Yan shook her head, "No, what if this thing is ominous?"

"Then I'll lose it!" Li said quickly, "Don't you still want to keep this thing of unknown origin?"

Feng Yan looked at the paper paintings and seeds, and after a while, she shook her head.

"I probably guessed who sent it..." She put everything back into the envelope, "Since the letter was given to me, just keep it - it can't be avoided, what does Xingzhen think?"

"Okay," Wei Xingzhen replied, "Take it to Du Xuanfeng and take a look."

After both of them got into the car, Wei Xingzhen put the letter in his sleeve.

"A Yan was just waiting for this?"

"Um."

"How do you know there is a letter coming?"

"I don't know..." Feng Yan shook her head, "I just feel that I have to wait for a while."

"It's Xiaying." Wei Xingzhen whispered, "A Yan guessed the sender."

"Um."

The two of them didn't say anything for a moment, and the carriage was walking leisurely on the mountain road. The night was rallied and the north wind rose again.

After a while, the speed of the carriage suddenly slowed down. Feng Yan in the car opened her eyes and saw a faint blush from the closed window.

"What is that?" Che Wai Liuro's voice came.

Wei Xingzhen opened the window and looked out with Feng Yan.

There are countless red pipelines spread out from the core hinterland of Daizong Mountain, like countless thin filaments, cutting the night sky into hundreds or thousands of pieces.

Feng Yan was just confused, but Wei Xingzhen had already recognized everything in front of him.
Chapter completed!