The next morning.

Thinking of Feng Yan saying that he would not go back to the small building to spend the night these days, Wei Xingzhen picked up a living room in the house for a night last night. As for where Ji Ran slept, he didn't care. Anyway, the empty Wei family mansion was the empty house.

Wei Xingzhen, who was still sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes keenly - he vaguely heard a slight sound coming from the corridor outside the door.

It's Feng Yan.

Feng Yan is back.

Wei Xingzhen thought about it and closed his eyes again.

After a while, Feng Yan pushed open the door with a creak.

After entering the house, there was no sound in her steps. Wei Xingzhen only heard the rustling sound of her sleeves rubbing while walking, and the slight sound of the silver bracelets that occasionally touched each other on her wrists.

After a while, a slight creaking sound came from the floor nearby, and then a slight breathing.

Wei Xingzhen felt something was wrong, so she quietly opened her eyes - she saw Feng Yan curling on the ground to rest with her back to him, her shoulders slightly fluctuating with her breathing, and she looked very tired.

Wei Xingzhen sat up and said, "...you are back."

Feng Yan heard the sound, but did not look back, but just whispered, "...Have you woken up?"

Wei Xingzhen heard her weak voice and had already guessed what was going on.

He walked to Feng Yan a few steps, "Don't sleep on the ground, just go down."

Feng Yan grabbed Wei Xingzhen's stretched out arm and barely stood up. She slowly walked to the bed, and when she dripped her head into a pillow, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She wrapped the thin summer quilt on her body. Although the quilt was still hot at this moment, she still felt a bone-broken cold.

Wei Xingzhen got up and went to get two more quilts and covered Feng Yan.

"How could he be so tired... What did Your Majesty say to you last night?"

Feng Yan did not answer. She grabbed the corner of the quilt and murmured thank you.

"It's okay." Wei Xingzhen stood up, "I'll go out and boil some hot water-"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yan had already grasped his sleeve tightly.

"A Yan?"

"No need!" Feng Yan frowned, "You... just stay here."

Wei Xingzhen sighed softly.

He sat down next to the bed again and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

It is not good to not arrange servants in the house. Although it is pure, you have to do everything yourself.

Feng Yan's brows were slightly relaxed, but the hand holding Wei Xingzhen's sleeve did not release it.

"In the future... when you get home, you'd better go back to the small building," Feng Yan whispered, "This is easy to find."

"good."

Feng Yan closed her eyes, "Is there anything... important in the morning?"

"...No more." Wei Xingzhen replied softly, "I'll stay here."

Feng Yan buried her head a few more minutes into the quilt, "Okay, okay... Then I'll sleep for a while."

A few birds cries came from outside the window, and the dawn wind blew the leaves like a tide.

Wei Xingzhen sat by the bed and sighed quietly.

...

By the time Feng Yan woke up again, it was already evening.

She opened her eyes and found that it was not Wei Xingzhen sitting beside her, but her mother Li.

The sunset penetrated through the windows to the west, making the whole room warm.

"Yan'er is awake?" Li took a few steps closer, sat down and touched Feng Yan's forehead, "Hey, when will your old habit be cured when you enter the palace? Do you have an appetite? Supper just happened to be delivered."

Feng Yan nodded. After a brief haze, she felt refreshed again.

Over the years, every time Sun Youwei summoned her into the palace, she was always just one thing, that is, to have a long talk with Sun Youwei at such a moment last night, so as to briefly calm her self-blame, guilt, and even resentment.

She has been doing the errand to calm the Emperor Xin for eight years, but over the past period of time, it seems that it has become increasingly difficult to do.

Feng Yan looked around, "...Where are others?"

"Wei Xingzhen?"

"Yeah." Feng Yan responded, but she didn't need Li's answer. She already felt that Wei Xingzhen was not there.

"It seems that there is something urgent to go out. When I came at noon, several young people from Dali Temple were also there, and they left together." Li sighed, "In the morning, the two servants rushed to the house and said they wanted me to come here in person. I thought something big happened."

Feng Yan smiled, "Let me get a little more trip."

"Why did you have to work hard?" Li nodded slightly, "I was thinking about when I would come here before - it was called the Chief Minister's Mansion, who knows what it looks like."

"Are you satisfied with that mother?"

"It's pretty good." Li smiled, "It's obvious that it's the place we Yan'er likes to stay."

Feng Yan got up and went to the ground. She was still wearing the dress from last night. She was sweating and stuck to her clothes, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, look at you..." Li frowned when he saw Feng Yan's skirt, "It didn't rain last night, why are you splashing all over the mud?"

Feng Yan lowered her head, looked at her dirty skirt, and suddenly remembered the morning situation.

After entering the Wei Mansion this morning, she stumbled back to the main house and found that Wei Xingzhen was not there.

That feeling is very bad.

At that time, there was only one thought in her mind, which was to return to that peaceful land.

It feels comfortable there, like a leather jacket, and you can have a good night's sleep.

So she immediately ran out of the small building and searched alone in the huge courtyard without direction... She looked at her feet without any intention and stepped into the flowerbed several times, and her shoes, socks and skirts were also covered with mud.

But Feng Yan didn't care at all. It was not until she arrived at the hut where Wei Xingzhen rested last night - the familiar tranquility once again became close.

"Go and change your clothes quickly," Li urged from the side.

Feng Yan did as she said her mother, and finally she stood in front of the mirror and tied her long hair into a drooping bun.

Such a person in the mirror looks more like a wife than last night.

"Didn't Xiaoqi come together?" Feng Yan asked.

"I originally wanted to call her together," Li replied, "but when Wei Xingzhen asked his servant to bring a message, it would be better for me to come alone. If there are too many people, it will disturb you to rest - I think so, Xiaoqi's lively and unrestrained... forget it."

Feng Yan smiled, "Where did you disturb me?"

Only then did Li look at his daughter. In the past, Feng Yan always needed to rest for a few days after coming out of the palace, at least one or two days, and at most three or four days. But today, she had only been sleeping for half a day, but her spirit and spirit seemed to have been restored.

Li was secretly surprised. People always say that they are happy and happy, which seems to be true.

Thinking of this, Li was quite emotional. Whether it was false or true, Wei Xingzhen really spent some time on his daughter.

In short, this is also his credit.

...

At dusk, both mother and daughter sat down to have a meal.

Feng Yan felt a little sad in Li's body, and then said softly, "Is mom still worried about why? I'm fine anymore."

"I'm not worried about you," Li sighed, "I went to the Taiwei Mansion this morning to see your aunt Shao... The old Taiwei is so old, and suddenly encountering such a weird thing, your aunt Shao will not feel good."

Feng Yan's chopsticks suddenly stopped.

"...I can't save it anymore." She whispered.

"What can't be saved."
Chapter completed!