Hearing that Yan Yu wanted to see her before leaving, Feng Luan got up and went to look for Yan Yu before the hairpin was inserted in her head.
"Miss Yan, thank you very much this time..."
"Stop, you're welcome, I want to ask you something."
"You say."
"When you saw the Holy Son of Manjiang that day, did you see anything in him?" Yan Yan asked.
Feng Luan shook his head, "Just like ordinary people." After thinking about it, he added, "You can't even see it, and Luan'er can't even see it."
"That's not true."
As ghosts, they can only see their souls. After they become mortal, they can only see other people's bodies with their naked eyes.
Like Feng Luan, who can see both the physical body and the soul body, he can only see with yin and yang eyes.
Or a dying person who lives with death.
"Miss Yan, do you suspect that the Holy Son is possessed by a ghost?"
Yan Yan rolled his eyes and followed her words, "Yes, I think he is different from the people I met before."
"But Luan'er really can't see anything else about the Holy Son." Feng Luan carefully recalled the appearance when he saw Baizhu that day.
At that time, she only felt ashamed and angry to be seen by a strange man while lying on the imperial concubine's bed. As for the abnormality in Baizhu's body...
"Miss Yan, there is something about the Holy Son that I noticed."
"explain."
"There seem to be several circles of red lines on the fingers of the Holy Son, just at the joints of the fingers. There are two circles on each finger."
"Red thread?" Yan Yan was confused, "Is it tangled with embroidery thread? Is it a custom in the barbaric frontier?"
"It's not wrapped around it, it's like a tattoo. It's so red that it's scary. When I first saw it, I thought the Holy Son's finger was broken."
"It's so red, the tattoo..." Yan Yan murmured, taking off the black silk ribbon around his neck, "Is it this kind of tattoo?"
Feng Luan opened her eyes wide and nodded fiercely, "That's it. It's exactly the same as yours, Miss Yan."
Yan Yan paused completely, motionless and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Miss Yan." Feng Luan called.
Finished speaking,
When he saw the dull Yan Yan, his eyebrows relaxed.
The corner of his mouth turned into a smile, but that smile made Feng Luan feel frightened.
"I'm leaving. You can keep this. As long as you burn it for me, I will know that you are looking for me." Yan Yan handed several pieces of white silk paper to Feng Luan, "You have Yin and Yang eyes, so you must be careful in everything."
Feng Luan thanked him gratefully.
When the people from the Xing Mansion looked for Yan Yan again, they found that she had left.
When and where he left, no one knew.
Feng Luan had just put away the white silk paper that Yan Yu had given her when a maid came to pass it on and a friend came to the house.
My friend heard that Xing Jutang was getting married and came all the way here. He was the person who had saved Xing Jutang's life.
When Feng Luan heard this, he quickly packed his clothes and went to the main hall.
When she arrived, she saw no one else but Xingjutang sitting on a pearwood chair with a child in his arms.
"This...is your friend?" Even Feng Luan didn't believe it after he asked.
The children in Xingjutang's arms are at most two or three years old.
"Brother Liu has left."
"What about this kid?"
"This child will be our child. When he joins the Xingfu clan, he will be called Xing Zibai."
"Sir," Feng Luan looked at the child and asked abruptly, "Does this child's features look like Miss Yan?"
Underworld, Wuchang Hall, East Wing Room.
"嘤嘤嘤——"
"Uuuuuu——"
Yan Yan hugged the little white candle and cried until he was out of breath.
Of course, not a single tear fell.
"My Yin De -" Yan Yan cried sharply, took a sharp breath, and then screamed again.
"Why is my life so miserable? I stayed there for seven whole days and nothing was left for me!"
Xiao Bai Zhu let her hold her and cry with no expression on her face. At such a young age, she had a look of hopelessness on her face.
Judge Wen happened to pass by the Wuchang Hall and stopped to ask.
"What happened to Hei Wuchang?"
"I have been wronged in the human world." Qingxuan said seriously.
"Who can make her suffer? It's good that she doesn't provoke others." Judge Wen curled his lips.
Seeing that Yan Yan was really fine, Judge Wen left the Wuchang Hall with peace of mind.
"The Holy Son of Barbarian Border who was cut into pieces with a thousand swords must have taken away all my ghosts."
Xiao Baizhu, who had been quarreling for a long time, finally raised his head and said, "The Holy Son of Barbarian Border?"
"Yes." Yan Yan rubbed his little face, "It's the Baizhu who looks very similar to you, and even has a similar name."
She changed from kneading to pinching, and Xiao Bai Zhu's soft little face was pinched with red marks. "You also said that you two don't know each other. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?"