After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The sound of heavy rain was pattering, but Wen Ranyan's voice reached his ears clearly.

Feng Qiwu stood under the umbrella, tilted his head and looked at her quietly.

His phoenix eyes were filled with a vague and deep feeling like falling rain, as if he was looking through the scene before his eyes and slowly recalling the past that was deeply buried in the long flow of time.

Feng Qiwu's lips moved slightly, and they looked at each other in silence for a while.

Wen Ranyan still smiled, but did not urge or ask any more questions.

After a while, Feng Qiwu half-curled his thin lips, his eyebrows still unrestrained and wanton, he smiled and said: "I just feel that this place is very familiar, as if I have been here when I was young."

"It's just that I seldom come to the important area behind the mountain. Even if I came here, I didn't know there was such a secret. So, where does the familiar feeling in my mind come from?"

Feng Qiwu spoke doubtfully in a vague tone.

But even though the past was like flowers in the fog, vague and ethereal, the smile on his lips did not diminish in the slightest, but grew deeper and deeper, gradually condensing into a sharp edge, which was so deep and unfathomable when looked at up close that it made people feel terrified.

Seeing him like this, Wen Ranyan knew that he already knew what was going on, but she still said with a smile: "Familiar but not so familiar. It must be that you didn't come here on your own initiative, but someone else brought you here."

"It's very likely that you weren't quite sober at the time, and you had this sense of emptiness while you were half asleep. It's just that the experience was so profound that it remained firmly in your mind until now."

Feng Qiwu just smiled without saying anything, which seemed like an expression of agreement.

Wen Ranyan stood under the umbrella with him. In a gentle voice, Rulan continued, "I guess this is the place where Feng Zhuyue brought you to bleed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to be so secretive and cover up when he came here."

Feng Zhuyue has suffered a series of setbacks in recent days, but she has managed to remain calm.

However, his heartstrings, which had always been tense, finally broke at the palace banquet. He could no longer sit still, and finally came out in the rain, allowing them to come to this place without warning.

This place is quiet and mysterious, with a chilly feel like wind and frost.

"Maybe..." Feng Qiwu murmured softly, but his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and there was a hint of sternness and murderousness between his brows.

Wen Ranyan lifted her skirt, the golden bells on her ankles swaying: "Come in and take a look?"

Feng Qiwu nodded, smiling faintly but maliciously: "Since we are all here, we naturally want to see what is going on inside."

The two of them closed their paper umbrellas and walked steadily into the cave.

The cave was winding and tortuous. On a rainy night, lightning couldn't penetrate. All I could see was a blur of inky black. I didn't know how long I had been walking before I finally saw the light of day again and everything became clear.

Looking at the fireflies flying all over the sky, Wen Ranyan glanced sideways and smiled sweetly: "It really hides something. Look, it's a pretty place."

Feng Qiwu stared at her quietly, her eyes sharp as an eagle in the sky at night, her voice hoarse: "No matter how beautiful it is, it hides the filth that cannot be washed away. It is just deceiving people's eyes."

The more places he visited and the closer he got, the vague memories in Feng Qiwu's mind gradually solidified.

The details that he had once ignored became clearer and deeper in his mind now, as if they were branded in his mind and could not be erased.

Feng Qiwu walked forward with his hands behind his back, his eyes icy and frightening with a coldness that could freeze everything.

Wen Ranyan's skirt fluttered as she took one step at a time and soon arrived at the depths of the cave.

Then, I saw a large bird cage standing in the center of the cave, with silver sides and a frost-like sheen.

There was a man sitting cross-legged, his white gilded robe folded on the ground, as clear as colored glaze, with a breeze flowing through it, and the hem of his skirt trailing like flowing ripples. He exuded an ethereal and delicate aura, as if he had been banished from heaven.

The man had his back to them, and only his figure could be seen, not his appearance. However, his figure alone made him look like a god.

Wen Ranyan narrowed his eyes and sighed with interest: "I never thought that there would be such a person hiding in this cave. It is really different from what I thought before."

She had thought that the person hiding behind Feng Zhuyue and manipulating her must be like a sewer rat, with a humpback body and an ugly appearance, but she did not expect that he would be such a handsome and elegant man.

Feng Qiwu sneered but said nothing.

Hearing the footsteps, Yang Xuelian thought that Feng Zhuyue had returned, and frowned in annoyance.

He slowly turned his head and saw two unfamiliar faces. After a moment of shock, he said coldly, "You are rare guests."

Yang Xuelian's hands and feet were bound by chains, and he should have looked a little embarrassed, but his appearance was as cold and otherworldly as frost, and his body was like a banished immortal made of glass. Even though he was tied up, he still looked elegant and noble, as high and mighty as the bright moon.

"This is a forbidden area in the back mountain, Jin'an. How could you bear to let you in?" Yang Xuelian said, glancing at them lightly. Her voice was like a lingering and ethereal poem, but her amber eyes were distant and cold.

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows with interest.

Could it be that the self-proclaimed noble Princess imprisoned people here?

Feng Qiwu had kept his eyes on him ever since he came in. His deep phoenix eyes were filled with a dangerous coldness that was murderous.

Yang Xue had trained his senses to be sharp, and his heart skipped a beat after being stared at for just a moment. When their eyes met, he actually felt that the gorgeous man in red was somewhat familiar to him.

He was tired and looked again, and suddenly the door of memory was opened.

He was slightly startled, and couldn't help but curl his lips and whisper, "It's still an old friend."

With a faint smile, just like the melting of ice and snow, the gorgeous spring scenery, he said: "It seems that it was not Jin An who let you in, but you secretly followed Feng Zhuyue to find it."

Feng Qiwu sneered, and leisurely played with the Lengyue jade pendant on his waist, and said slowly: "Back then, it was you who helped Feng Zhuyue to cast a curse on me, and then you drained my blood to help him heal his illness?"

The memories in his mind were still a little vague, until he saw Yang Xuelian. The vague memories finally stopped, and the buried memories suddenly surged in like a tide, almost drowning him.

Back then, it was this cold and aloof man who seemed like a banished immortal, who cut open his flesh with a sharp blade and spilled his blood wantonly.

He was just a young child at the time, feeling pain and fear, but he would never forget that the way Yang Xuelian looked at him was like that of a high god, indifferent, cold and without any mercy.

Just like now.

Yang Xuelian opened her cherry lips lightly, without any deception or concealment, and said decisively: "It's me."

Feng Qiwu's smile deepened, but between his brows there was a chilling murderous aura that frightened people: "You helped Feng Zhuyue deal with me, but have you ever thought that today, I will find your trace and come to avenge you?"

Yang Xuelian sat upright in the cage. After hearing these dangerous words, his expression remained distant and indifferent.

He gathered his sleeves lightly and said, "What I did to you in the past was not my original intention. It was just that Feng Zhuyue kept whispering in my ear that she wanted a strong body."

"He was born weak and sickly. He is different from ordinary children. He is frail, inferior, and pitiful. One day, I was moved by his words and felt pity for him. I committed such a mistake for him. If you really want to seek revenge today, I will have no complaints."

The wind blew by, and his ethereal voice was filled with endless compassion.