Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 275 This Is Your Home From Now On
Also holding an oil-paper umbrella, the man squatted down to pick up something in the rain, examined it carefully, and the delicate profile of his face was outlined.

Although the distance is relatively long, Feng Qingyan, who can see things at night, can tell at a glance that the thing he picked up is exactly the pearl flower she accidentally dropped.

God, how late!
She put Huanhuan under the house, a place where the rain didn't hit, and whispered: "Huanhuan, you stay here obediently, wait for me to come back, don't run around, do you hear me?"

Huan Huan nodded in understanding, then Feng Qingyan put away the oil-paper umbrella, took out a scarf from her bosom, and covered her face.

It's always good to be careful.

The heavy rain kept washing away the stone slabs on the road, and there were several corpses lying around the man. The rain fell on them, diluting the blood from the wounds, and the wind blew past the tip of their noses, carrying a sense of coldness.

He carefully inspected the bead flower in his hand, his face was like a heavenly man's handsome face, his pair of exquisite and perfect eyes showed no excess emotion, even though he was holding an oiled paper umbrella, a lot of rain still splashed on his body .

A slight fluctuation sounded, he looked up and followed, and saw a red shadow not far away turned around in the air, landed directly and steadily in front of him, and shot at the pearl flower in his hand without saying a word. come decorated.

He dodged sideways, turned around a few steps, and he landed not far away, but the red shadow still pursued closely, judging by her figure and attire, it was a woman.

She covered her face with a veil, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but her exposed eyes were extremely beautiful. There was a trace of coldness in them, and the end of her eyes was very slender, matching the forehead. That imprint is even more coquettish.

Feng Qingyan wanted to get Zhuhua back wholeheartedly, but she only had a quick glance at what the person in front of her looked like, and felt vaguely familiar.

But thinking about it, she seemed to have met too many familiar people tonight, but most of them were insignificant, so she didn't continue to think about it.

She held down the man's arm, clasped it with her backhand, followed the trend, and grabbed the bead flower in the man's hand in her own hand, and retreated a few steps.

The rain drenched on her body and kept slipping, her makeup was stained and her clothes were soaked, but there was a smile in her eyes, like the twinkling stars.

Immediately after turning around, she jumped away.

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and the man stood in the rain, looking at the direction she was leaving, but did not chase after her. The heavy rain fell mercilessly, gradually fascinated his eyes.

**
Fearing that the man would catch up again, Feng Qingyan ran far away with Huanhuan, and stopped in a gazebo that could barely shelter the rain.

Now it was midnight, it was raining, and there was no one on the street except her.

She sat here for a while, and tore off the already soaked veil covering her face. Her clothes were wet, and it was a bit uncomfortable to stick to her body. When the wind blew, she still felt terribly cold.

"I'm going home, I'm too lazy to stay outside here anymore, what a mess." She said with some dissatisfaction, her mood was quite bad.

Originally, he was preparing to go home, but he didn't expect so many things to happen one after another. First, he was assassinated by Wei Qifan, then it rained and touched the brothers of the Wang family, and then the bead flower hair ornament was left behind. It's been a day.

But think about it, today's autumn banquet, there will be a banquet in the evening, most of the officials and imperial troops are in the palace, the defense of the upper capital will indeed be relaxed a lot.

"Yan'er."

Holding Huanhuan in her arms, she was about to leave when a voice suddenly came from behind her. When Feng Qingyan turned her head, she saw Ye Yunshen beside her.

"Father, Daddy~" Huanhuan opened his mouth, and called in a childish voice, and then he was about to break free from Feng Qingyan's embrace and go towards Ye Yunshen.

Then, Feng Qingyan stretched out her hand and pressed it back.

Huanhuan: "..."

"Yunshen, why are you here?" Feng Qingyan was a little surprised to meet Ye Yunshen here, but he didn't get any water on his body, and it was obvious that he had set up a water-proof barrier on his body.

"Shadowwind spread the news that you haven't returned home yet. I was worried about you, so I came out to look for you." Then, he raised his hand and gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead, "Yan'er, why did you make yourself into such a mess?" look like this?"

"I..." She didn't know how to speak.

Ye Yunshen took off her drenched cloak, then took off his own robe and put it on her body, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

He leaned over and picked her up horizontally, looked down at her, chuckled lightly, and flew away in an instant.

The rain was still falling, but this time it had poured onto them, and an invisible barrier surrounded them, blocking the rain automatically.

Feng Qingyan was very quiet all the time, she put one arm around his neck and hugged Huanhuan with the other. She was fine at first, but soon after, she realized something was wrong.

"This is not the direction to return to the Shangshu Mansion."

She raised her eyes and looked at him.

The arc of the corner of his lips rose, and he said with a smile, "I didn't say I wanted to go back to Shangshufu."

If you don't go back to the Shangshu Mansion, then there is only...

Not long after, they landed steadily in front of a very imposing mansion. The red lanterns were lit, and in the middle of the door lintel, the three real gold characters "Xian Wang Mansion" on the black plaque were very conspicuous.

There were still a few guards standing in front of the gate, and when they saw Ye Yunshen, they saluted and said, "See you, my lord."

"Why don't you put me down." Feng Qingyan felt a little embarrassed when she came to Ye Yunshen's palace for the first time, if she was carried in like this.

"Yan'er, from now on, it will also be your home."

His voice is very clear and shallow, without the usual playfulness, without the slightest frivolity, and seems extremely serious.

Feng Qingyan originally wanted to get down from his arms, but when she heard this sentence, she suddenly became quiet.

Home?What is home?
In her previous life, she was an orphan, and a place with a master is her home.

In Jiuyou Hell, she has no fixed place, and puts herself in death and darkness.

After rebirth, although the Shangshu Mansion was her shelter from the wind and rain, it was never her real home.

After meeting him, this Xianwang Mansion, which he had visited for the first time, he said would be her home in the future.

It was late at night and many people were asleep. He hugged her and walked towards the palace step by step.

The guards lowered their heads, they didn't dare to look at them directly, and they didn't dare to speculate about the woman brought back suddenly by the prince.

Shang Shufu.

"Tom tom tom." There were several knocks on the door.

The sound was not too loud, but the student with extremely keen hearing could still hear it clearly.

He got up from the bed, put on his shoes, lit the lamp next to him, and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the cold wind blew in, carrying traces of rain, distorting the candlelight.

Outside the door, there was a tall man standing, the cloak on his body was shaking slightly in the wind, the candlelight reflected on his face, one could see his delicate and slightly heroic eyebrows and eyes, without the slightest smile meaning.

The student recognized him immediately.

"Son."

(End of this chapter)