When Feng Yan regained consciousness again, it was another dusk outside the window.

On the bed, her situation could not even be considered waking up, but she just opened her eyes from a mist.

She felt like she had a long dream, and she was floating from the deep sea to the surface. Even the most ordinary breathing made people feel strange and light.

Judging from the degree of hunger in the belly, it has been about a day.

Feng Yan turned slightly, and the first person to see in his sight was Wei Xingzhen's face.

He was dozing off by leaning against the edge of the bed.

The sunset shone along the window on Wei Xingzhen's face, making his white left cheek red, until it was red until his ears.

I always feel that Wei Xingzhen, who is sleeping, looks completely different from his innocence when he was awake, like a fragile glass statue, or... a young man who has not experienced the world.

Feng Yan looked silently for a while.

Wei Xingzhen's hand was pillowing one under his face, while the other was intertwined with his fingers.

Feng Yan saw faint blue veins on the back of his hand.

Of course, this hand is very powerful... but it is now sitting there softly, Feng Yan gently pulled her hands and broke free.

Suddenly, she was stunned for a moment.

——Wei Xingzhen is still wearing yesterday’s robe.

Feng Yan thought in a daze, this guy... couldn't have been staying here all the time.

If so, then he is really the most leisurely minister in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The dusk light slowly spread, and Feng Yan curled up her feet, feeling sleepy again.

She listened to Wei Xingzhen's breathing, closed her eyes again, and sank into the unconscious abyss that belongs to sleep.

...

After closing my eyes, I woke up again and it was already night.

Some noise woke her up from her sleep. Wei Xingzhen heard the sound coming from the bed and looked over here - Feng Yan was indeed awake.

The two looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

Feng Yan saw Wei Xingzhen's throat move slightly, and she obviously had something to say, but after waiting for a long time, she couldn't hear him speak.

She looked to the window, "Why does it seem like... someone is crying outside at night?"

As soon as he said that, Feng Yan couldn't recognize her voice. Her throat, which had been sleeping for a day, was dry and hoarse, and a little burning and painful.

Wei Xingzhen got up and poured a glass of water for his wife, then walked to Feng Yan's collapse, and handed the glass of water to her.

"It's from the Cen family." Wei Xingzhen replied, "Come to ask for your forgiveness."

Feng Yan took the cup, with a little surprised in her eyes, "... Why do people from the Cen family come to ask for my forgiveness?"

Only then did Wei Xingzhen tell about what happened yesterday.

It turned out that Cen Lingju had a big fuss in the Imperial College yesterday morning. She first blocked Feng Xiaoqi and asked Yin Shiyun who was his sweetheart. Feng Xiaoqi didn't even say that, Cen Lingju thought that she had used some invisible means in secret. The two of them fought together, and the more they fought, the more fierce they became. In the end, Xiaoqi's friend Shen Hanlan couldn't help but tell the truth, and Cen Lingju stopped.

Feng Yan frowned slightly, "How is Xiaoqi?"

"She's fine." Wei Xingzhen replied, "She's here too this morning, but you were still asleep at that time, so you didn't let her in."

Feng Yan nodded, "...that's good."

Looking at Feng Yan's gentle expression, Wei Xingzhen felt a little puzzled.

Feng Yan's attitude towards Xiaoqi in recent days has puzzled him.

"But I still don't understand..." Feng Yan whispered, "Why did the Cen family come to ask me for forgiveness? They should go to Xiaoqi."

Wei Xingzhen looked over and said, "Don't you remember what happened to her in the mansion yesterday?"

Feng Yan was even more confused, "...Who has been here yesterday? Is the Junjun?"

Looking at Feng Yan's expression, Wei Xingzhen confirmed something - Cen Lingju probably really didn't lie. When she broke in, something happened to Feng Yan had already happened.

Wei Xingzhen whispered, "After Cen Lingju left the Imperial College, she summoned the monks in the mansion who often followed her to hunt. More than 20 people prepared firewood and tincture oil, and planned to come to you to trouble at night.

"The monks have confessed to all this, but Cen Lingju has never pleaded guilty, so she is still locked up in Dali Temple - Your Majesty said how to deal with this matter, and you will wait for you to wake up and listen to your opinion."

"That's it... I really don't have any impression." Feng Yan lowered her eyes and thought for a while. She rubbed her forehead in a dizzy state, "By the way, where is Mr. He?"

"Mr. He is fine. He seems to have encountered some intimidation like you, but he can withstand it, so he woke up last night."

Feng Yan nodded with peace of mind, "Where is he and the Duke of the People now?"

Wei Xingzhen said: "I am still in the mansion."

"They didn't leave?"

"Your Majesty said that Du Huanfeng has returned to the city," Wei Xingzhen replied softly, "Now, the only place in Luoyang is safe, so it is not easy to act rashly."

Feng Yan was surprised again, "...it actually alarmed Master Du Tian?"

"Well, he also came to the mansion yesterday." Wei Xingzhen sighed, "If he hadn't been repeatedly sure you were not seriously injured, I..."

Feng Yan looked at Wei Xingzhen and waited for a long time, but he didn't finish a single word.

"What is Lord Wei?"

Wei Xingzhen shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Under the lights, probably because of the fatigue of the past two days, Wei Xingzhen looked a little haggard.

Feng Yan leaned against the bed and looked at the person in front of her and whispered, "May Lord Wei worry."

Wei Xingzhen pinched his eyebrows, "I won't talk about this anymore...what hurt you yesterday?"

Feng Yan did not answer immediately. She drank all the warm water from the cup and returned the cup to Wei Xingzhen, "...Master Wei can tell me first what did Mr. He see?"

Wei Xingzhen just shook his head, "He didn't know. He said he just sensed some kind of call, and he left the guesthouse according to his feelings, and then he saw you. He couldn't remember what happened in the future."

Feng Yan's eyes were slightly darker, "Yes, call."

Wei Xingzhen continued, "At that time, I didn't rely on my own and didn't go to the backyard to find someone. I only saw Mr. He lying on the side of the road, but I saw you missing. When I arrived, you were bleeding in the sand beside the barrier, and Cen Lingju was also there."

Wei Xingzhen got closer, with a worried look in his eyes, "A Yan... did he hear some 'call'?"

Feng Yan nodded, and she whispered, "It has been more than once. I have felt a demonic aura that seems to be there or not in Lord Wei's house, but every time I calm down and look for it, the demonic aura disappears."

Wei Xingzhen was stunned, "... Do you feel this way too?"

"So did Lord Wei?"

The eyes met, and the two of them were a little surprised for a moment.

Wei Xingzhen asked, "Did you notice the essence of the demonic energy yesterday?"

Feng Yan shook her head, she raised her face and recalled in a daze. "I only remember meeting Mr. He at the barrier. As for what happened afterwards..."

Feng Yan had a faint feeling, as if she had touched the edge of the truth.
Chapter completed!