Hearing that Yan Feng was about to see her before leaving, the hairpin on Feng Luan's head was not yet inserted, so the man stood up to find Yan Feng.

"Miss Yan, thank you this time..."

"Stop, no thanks, I'll ask you something."

"You said."

"When you saw the Holy Son of Manjiang that day, did you see anything from him?" Yan Ying asked.

Feng Luan shook her head, "Like ordinary people." After thinking about it, she said, "You can't even see it, and Luan'er can't see it."

"That's not."

They can only see the soul body between ghosts, and with their naked eyes, they can only see other people's bodies.

What can be seen in both the body and soul like Fengluan are only the Yin and Yang eyes.

Or a dying person who lives with death.

"Miss Yan, do you suspect that the Holy Son was possessed by a ghost?"

Yan Yan rolled his eyes and said in accordance with her words, "Yes, I think he is different from the people I met before."

"But Luan'er really can't see anything else on the Holy Son." Feng Luan carefully recalled the way he looked when he saw Bai Shu that day.

At that time, she felt ashamed and angry when she was lying on the imperial concubine's couch and was seen by a strange man. As for the abnormalities on Atractylodes...

"Miss Yan, I'll pay attention to something on the Holy Son."

"explain."

"There seems to be a few red lines on the Son's fingers, just at the joints of the fingers, and there are two circles on each finger."

"Red thread?" Yan Ying was puzzled, "Is it wrapped in embroidered thread? Is it the custom in Manjiang?"

"It's not wrapped around, it's like a tattoo, it's so red. When I first saw it, I thought the Son's finger was broken."

"It's so red, the tattoo..." Yan Yan murmured, untied the black silk on his neck, "Is it such a tattoo?"

Feng Luan opened her eyes wide and nodded fiercely, "This is the same as yours, Miss Yan."

Yan Yan stopped, motionless and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Miss Yan." Fengluan called out.

After speaking,

I saw the dull Yan Yan relaxing his eyebrows and eyes.

A smile even raised at the corner of his mouth, but Fengluan was frightened by the smile.

"I'm leaving, you keep this. As long as you burn it for me, I know you're looking for me." Yan Yan gave Feng Luan a few pieces of white silk paper, "You have yin and yang eyes, so be careful in everything."

Fengluan thanked him gratefully.

When the people from the Criminal Mansion looked for Yan Feng again, they found that she had left.

No one knows when and where to leave.

Fengluan just packed the white silk paper that Yan Feng gave her, and a maid came to pass it on, and a friend came to the mansion.

My friend heard that Xing Jutang got married and came from all the way. He was the one who had saved Xing Jutang's life.

When Feng Luan heard this, she quickly packed her clothes and went to the main hall.

When she arrived, there was no one else. Xing Jutang was sitting on a pear wooden chair with a child in his arms.

"This... is your friend?" After asking, even Fengluan didn't believe it.

The child in Xing Jutang's arms is at most two or three years old.

"Brother Liu has left."

"Then this kid?"

"This child will be our child. He will be called Xing Zibai in the clan of the Xingfu."

"My husband." Feng Luan looked at the child and suddenly asked, "Is this child's eyebrows similar to Miss Yan?"

Underworld, Impermanence Hall, East Wing Room.

"Yeah--"

"Woo woo woo woo--"

Yan Ying cried so hard that she was so angry that she was so angry that she hugged Xiao Baizhu.

Of course, tears didn't fall a drop.

"My good deeds--" Yan Ying cried sharply, took back her breath, and then screamed again.

"How could my life be so hard! I've been guarding for seven days and I didn't leave anything for me!"

Xiao Baizhu let her hold her and cry expressionlessly, and her face showed no hope of birth on her face at a young age.

Judge Wen happened to pass by the Wuchang Palace and stopped to ask.

"What's wrong with Black Impermanence?"

"I suffered grievances in the world." Qing Xuan said seriously.

"Who can give her grievances? It would be nice if she didn't provoke others." Judge Wen curled his lips.

Seeing that Yan Ying was really fine, Judge Wen left the Palace of Wuchang with confidence.

"The Holy Son of Manjiang who was cut into pieces must have stolen all my ghosts."

Xiao Baizhu, who had been quarreled for a long time, finally raised his head and said, "Son of Manjiang?"

"Yes." Yan Yan rubbed his little face, "It's the Atractylodes who look very much like you and even have a name similar to you."
Chapter completed!