"Where is she?" Wei Xingzhen asked.

He went to Shenyao and pointed his hand, "In the Lanting side of the backyard... I let Bu Ren watch there."

Wei Xingzhen glared at him, "What are you doing at home?"

Before he could go and explain further, Wei Xingzhen was already rushing towards Lanting as if he was flying.

The rainstorm is like a storm.

Wei Xingzhen and Go Jin ran to Lanting one after another. Soon, Feng Yan's shadow finally appeared in her vision - she was still wearing the clothes from the night banquet tonight, but she was leaning over and sitting on the stone table in Lanting.

A lonely lamp on the table jumps gently on the rainy night.

Bushen nearby also heard footsteps. He stood up and walked through the rain curtain, and soon came to Wei Xingzhen and Qu Jin.

The strong aroma of wine floats in the air - even such heavy rain cannot wash away the aroma of red wine mash.

Wei Xingzhen already understood what was going on.

"Master." Bushi shouted in a depressed voice, "You are back."

"Actually, we advised the wife, but it was useless," Goji quickly defended, "My wife told me not to wander around, so I looked for her to avoid any accidents."

Wei Xingzhen sighed with his forehead.

"We can't grab our wife's wine glass." We looked at Wei Xingzhen as if he was begging for mercy, "I really didn't mean to put her like this..."

"...You go and rest." Wei Xingzhen pinched his eyebrows, "It's not your fault."

Busu glanced at Feng Yan not far away. He was about to say something, but Jushi had already pulled his sleeve back, "Go away quickly!"

As we slowly moved away from each other, only the sound of heavy rain was pouring in the world.

Tonight is a sleepless night for many people.

Some people's future and wealth and life fell over again overnight, some people lost their love and felt heartbroken, and some people were holding fine wine and chatting with friends late at night - everything happened intensively on this night, and then pushed everyone's fate in different directions again.

It was still a little cold on the rainy summer night. Feng Yan heard the sound and opened her eyes in a daze.

She pressed the back of her cold hands against her hot cheeks, concentrating on trying to see the table and cups in front of her, but suddenly she heard a slight step from behind.

Just as I was about to look back, the tranquility like a large cotton ball spread out.

I don't have to look back and know who it is...

It's Wei Xingzhen.

As the footsteps sounded from far to near, Wei Xingzhen quickly sat down on the stone bench near Feng Yan.

He picked up the wine cup of Hongwu Piaowu and looked at it. There was only a little bit of dew left inside.

"Life is like a sentiment, and life is solid without gold and stone. It is better to drink fine wine, wear silk and simplicity..."

He raised his hand to pour wine for himself, and suddenly he recited the poem expressionlessly.

"I'm wondering, how did my wife write such sentences for me? You don't know how to drink, how can you understand the joy of drinking?"

Feng Yan was drowsy and listened to his long speech for no reason. After a while, she suddenly remembered that what Wei Xingzhen had just read was the footnote she added next to his poems when she was in the Duke's Mansion that day.

It turned out that Wei Xingzhen saw that poem.

It's so funny... She almost doesn't remember this.

At this moment, Feng Yan had no mood to discuss poetry. On the contrary, Wei Xingzhen began to chant as soon as he arrived, like a monk chanting scriptures, which was quite annoying.

She supported the stone table with both hands and barely stood up. However, before her hands left the table, Wei Xingzhen had already locked her wrist.

"Where is the lady going for such heavy rain?"

Feng Yan was a little unhappy. She lowered her head and glared at Wei Xingzhen, but suddenly fell into darkness - the only candlelight on the table, which happened to be exhausted at this time.

There was a faint thunder in the distance, and there was no other light except the lightning that accidentally passed through the sky.

"You... let go." Feng Yan said gasping.

Wei Xingzhen sighed softly, "Madam..."

"Who is your wife..." Feng Yan tried to break away from his hand, and his voice suddenly raised, "I've told Lord Wei a long time ago, I can't listen!!"

In the darkness, Feng Yan felt Wei Xingzhen get up and approaching.

"……let go!"

Feng Yan couldn't break free for a long time, so she simply lowered her shoulders and rushed towards Wei Xingzhen.

The two fell into one place.

Such a large-scale movement made Feng Yan feel a splitting headache for a moment, and a strong sense of dizziness came again. She held her head with both hands and curled up motionlessly waiting for the dizziness to pass.

The sound of rain outside the pavilion became heavier and louder. Wei Xingzhen sat quietly on the ground, letting Feng Yan lean on her shoulder. When the breathing of the person in his arms slowly returned to a steady state, Wei Xingzhen gently picked her up and then stepped into the rain.

The rain fell on Wei Xingzhen's head, which was more than a small area above him, and it was convenient for him to sputter and went elsewhere, as if there was an invisible thin curtain blocking his head.

The main house was dim tonight and there was no light on the lights, but Wei Xingzhen accurately bypassed all the furniture and hugged Feng Yan into the bedroom.

There were thunder outside the house, but Feng Yan was already asleep.

Wei Xingzhen sat by the bed and gently wrapped a long strand of Feng Yan's hair in the dark with his fingertips.

Feng Yan's hair is very soft, like spreading silk.

"Are you asleep?" Wei Xingzhen asked softly.

All he had answered was the slow breathing sound.

Wei Xingzhen murmured to herself, "I always feel that I came early..."

After a while, he slowly let go of his hand.

"Have a good dream, ma'am."

...

The next morning, Wei Xingzhen was still sleeping and felt a little disturbed nearby again.

He opened his eyes keenly and found that Feng Yan was kneeling beside him and staring at him quietly.

“…”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"A Yan, what are you doing..."

Feng Yan turned her head slightly and didn't say anything.

Wei Xingzhen sat up halfway and looked at the sky outside the window - it should be less than two hours before Feng Yan went to bed.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

"Soon, I suddenly woke up." Feng Yan said softly.

Looking at Feng Yan, Wei Xingzhen suddenly felt a little headache.

The slightly drunk blush on her face had not completely disappeared. Her long hair was casually draped on her chest, and the ends of her hair were still stained with water. It seemed that she had washed up.

Feng Yan looks much haggard than usual, and even her eyes are slightly dimmed.

"...that's what you want to say to me." Wei Xingzhen asked.

Feng Yan nodded, "I'm thinking about something."

"Speak, I'm listening."

"When is it more appropriate for us to complete the house?"

Wei Xingzhen's movements suddenly stopped, "...what?"

"I and Lord Wei have been married for many days, but it doesn't make sense to hold on like this." Feng Yan said softly.

For a moment, there was only silence between the two.

The birds were sunny outside the window, but it seemed that even the air was condensed in the room.

"Mr. Wei?" Feng Yan's eyes followed, "What do you think?"

At this point, Wei Xingzhen finally sighed, and he grabbed his head, "I'm not ready yet."

“…?”

This time it was Feng Yan's turn to think she had heard it wrong.

"Yes, I'm not ready yet." Wei Xingzhen repeated again.

Feng Yan frowned, with a little annoyed in her voice, "Why can't I understand what Lord Wei is saying... What does it mean to be my first husband? I've already made it clear when the marriage was settled."

Feng Yan changed the subject, "Are you still saying that Lord Wei really cherishes his life, and now he doesn't want to--"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yan's voice suddenly stopped - Wei Xingzhen held the ground with his left hand and suddenly stood up and approached.

Feng Yan instinctively leaned back and dodged, but when they were about an inch apart, Wei Xingzhen's movements slowed down again.

The two of them still slowly touched each other.

Feng Yan was stunned for a moment when his eyes met.
Chapter completed!