These words suddenly aroused Li's tears again.

When Feng Yan was born, Mrs. Feng went to Sitiantai and asked Bai Wuji, who was in the world, to take her life to her fate and divine her fortune.

Bai Wuji said that Feng Yan, the girl at the age of eight, twelve and twenty-four, each had a disaster.

Judging from the hexagrams, the first two kalpas are the combination of luck and luck - both a disaster and a chance.

Only when he was twenty-four years old, he could not understand the disaster, and he felt that it was an unprecedented opportunity.

When Mrs. Feng asked about the method of resolving it, Bai Wuji could not do it. He only said that before Feng Yan and the hairpin, he could come to Daizong Mountain to practice and rest every summer.

After all, Daizong Mountain has gathered thousands of years of dragon energy, which may be able to fade away the disasters on her.

I never thought that this hexagram became Bai Wuji's last hexagram. Shortly after that, Master Bai Tian suddenly passed away and left.

At that time, Li was still in confinement and could only lie at home to cultivate. She had to give up the problem with this result, and she had to give up with the death of Master Bai Tian.

The days passed day by day. When he was eight years old, Feng Yan met Sun Youwei on the banks of the Yonglin River in midsummer. The two stayed together in the peach forest for an afternoon. When Li finally found his daughter under a peach tree, the elderly empress was sleeping on Feng Yan's lap.

Since then, Feng Yan has been appreciated by the empress inexplicably, but what is bizarre is that she will not want to see a stranger again and will stay in her door all day long.

Every time Li asked his daughter the reason, Feng Yan would be vague about it.

Mrs. Feng also advised her not to ask too much, saying that this was the disaster that Yan'er was going to respond to. Mrs. Li asked again what kind of disaster it was, and the old lady kept silent.

This accident at the age of eight was just a disaster. Although it made Li worried, it passed by safely after all;

When Feng Yan was twelve years old, he remembered his previous experience and Li's whole year was like a thorn on his back.

But my daughter was particularly safe that year - in spring, she was taking care of flowers and plants in the house, going to Daizong Mountain to rest in summer, cooking tea and playing the piano alone in autumn, and staying up with the New Year in winter, and having fun.

It was the best year and nothing bad happened.

At that time, Li began to doubt that Bai Wuji's divination was really reliable?

Could it be that the encounter at the age of eight is just a coincidence?

Later, she also tried to find other fate masters to make a fortune again, but no fate master was willing to accept the commission. If the fate master wanted to take another fate again, it would be a great distrust of the previous appointed master. No one would dare to take the number of days that Bai Wuji had seen.

The only thing she was sure of was that Mrs. Feng, the old lady who was already covered in silver silk, must have kept a huge secret.

This secret may have been revealed to her alone by Bai Wuji, or perhaps it was inherited by the Feng family from generation to generation. It was like an inescapable rope, wrapped around the neck of her beloved daughter.

She couldn't see or touch the rope, but in this day after day, she seemed to feel them slowly tightening.

Thinking of this, Li's heart was filled with anger.

She lowered her eyes and snorted softly, "What fate... is it just something that can be believed, and if you don't believe, you won't."

Feng Yuandao smiled and took Li's hand, "Since you believe, you have it, and if you don't believe, you don't, you won't. What are the Buddhas here tonight? We are all old, so go and rest early."

Li angrily looked at her husband, "...Don't argue here."

Feng Yuandao nodded happily.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so don't worry about them. They are as worried as you, and no one in the world can become a parent."

...

In the night wind, everything was quiet, only the carriage was creaking slowly.

While sitting and lying in the room, Feng Yan didn't feel her weakness, but when the carriage and horses bumped, she immediately felt uncomfortable.

Fortunately, I didn’t eat much at night, otherwise I was afraid that I would vomit out any of the food I had just eaten before I reached the palace gate.

The carriage gradually slowed down, and there were even sounds coming and going from outside, "Madam, sir, the Xuanmen is coming in front of you."

"knew."

After a while, Feng Yan got out of the car and walked, but before she could take a few steps, she was a little panting.

Wei Xingzhen held his wife's arm and asked softly, "Do you want help?"

Feng Yan nodded and responded softly.

She remembered that behind the left wing gate there was a place where the summoners could rest. As long as you try hard to walk there first, then take a rest for a while—

Wei Xingzhen picked up Feng Yan.

"Oh." Feng Yan was stunned. Wei Xingzhen was walking vigorously and had already taken big steps towards the palace gate.

She raised her head and said, "It's not good to have this palace, Lord Wei... let me down."

"You entered the palace just as you woke up tonight. Your Majesty will forgive you." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

"Can……"

"Who is coming!"

Before Feng Yan could finish her words, the guards who came to the outside of Xuanmen in the distance had already spoken sternly toward this side.

But this reprimanding question echoed in front of the empty palace gate, and they had already recognized Wei Xingzhen's face.

"Ah... Master Chief?"

The guards held the torch and suddenly remembered the news they received earlier tonight, saying that Mr. Zhimiao was going to enter the palace tonight to meet the saint.

——The woman in Wei’s arms at this moment should be...

The guards realized something, and the expression on each face became solemn again. They quickly made the road to make a way for Shimiao and Wei Xingzhen.

The palace maid who had been waiting at the palace gate also saw them. The man immediately trotted forward with a lantern to illuminate Wei Xingzhen and Feng Yan.

Although no one spoke for a while, Feng Yan's cheeks still burned in front of so many people.

Fortunately, the night is warm and everything is not obvious.

From the journey to Xuanmen to Taichu Palace, Feng Yan never felt that the road was so long. Whenever a palace servant or patrolling guard passed by, she would slightly turn her face to the side close to Wei Xingzhen to avoid seeing others or being seen by others.

After entering the palace gate, Wei Xingzhen's steps slowed down slightly.

Feng Yan whispered, "If Lord Wei is tired, let me go."

"Not tired." Wei Xingzhen said softly, "A Yan will keep some strength and prepare for the imperial front answer for a while."

Feng Yan frowned and stopped making any more noise.

OK.

Anyway, in the eyes of others, she and Wei Xingzhen are originally husband and wife, so there is nothing to avoid suspicion.

If I really let her down and take a walk and rest, this long corridor might take half an hour.

Both of them stopped talking and walked through the imperial palace late at night.

Wei Xingzhen tried to keep pace and tried not to let himself walk too fast. Whenever a palace servant passed by, he could feel Feng Yan approaching him slightly.

Whenever this happens, the broken hair on Feng Yan's head will gently rub against his cheek.

In the morning, he saw Feng Yan's hands quietly overlapping on her heart.

Perhaps because she didn't know where to put it, Feng Yan kept holding her sleeves tightly.

A familiar warmth spread again in Wei Xingzhen's heart.

A Yan...
Chapter completed!