Fujin is not good

Everyone was stunned, and then a thought flashed in their hearts at the same time: the White Lotus Sect, wasn't it destroyed by Su Hetai in Chuanchu, why did it suddenly appear in the capital! ?

Into the cloud pavilion was obviously also alarmed, the guests and waiters in the pavilion all fled towards the same place - the gate.

What's more, he jumped out of the window and fell into the more chaotic street.

"Hurry up and protect Fujin and leave!"

Si Qizheng's voice fell, and a group of men in black appeared out of thin air, surrounding Feng Wan.

While Feng Wan was in this chaos, she didn't feel flustered at all, her complexion and heart were surprisingly calm, probably a person who has experienced life and death once, has no fear of death.

Her eyes passed over the men in black surrounding her, and over the panicked crowd, and landed on the man in white.

Zhou Yan was still holding the pen at this moment, his brows were furrowed, a trace of surprise and disbelief flashed in his eyes, the hand holding the pen was bruised, but he immediately put down the pen, and the surprise on his face disappeared completely. In its place was gloom.

He raised his eyes, and met Feng Wan's eyes.

Feng Wan couldn't understand the expression in his eyes, but the eyes just moved away quickly after a pause, as if it was just a casual glance.

Zhou Yan's figure flashed, and he blended into the panicked crowd, swimming in the deep sea, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Feng Wan was puzzled, but the people protecting her led her to the window.

"Fu Jin, offended."

Just as Si Qi finished speaking, before Feng Wan could react, she felt her waist being grabbed, and then her feet lifted off the ground and she rose into the air.

Feng Wan: "..." Si Qizheng actually took her lightness kung fu.

When everyone landed, the back alley was empty, but suddenly there was a group of white-clothed and masked men in Hanfu, holding long knives in their hands, glaring at them, and the visitors were not friendly.

Si Qi was rushing to the front, and said with his standard frivolous smile: "Brothers, we have no grievances or enmities, why don't we make it easier for each other, it would be ugly if we were injured and bleeding, wouldn't we?"

"Bah!" The leader spit out, "You Manchus and us Han people are inseparable, who is your brother? Come on, everyone, capture those two women alive, and there will be a reward for the chief helmsman when you go back!"

Si Qi raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Oh, so I came prepared!"

"Why are you talking nonsense with them!" Kou Yi said angrily: "Come on, let Fujin suffer a little damage, and you can end it yourself!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward and started fighting with that group of White Lotus Sect.

After a bloody battle, when everyone broke out of the siege, everyone was wounded to some extent, but they didn't care about dealing with it, they just wanted to bring Feng Wan back to Yujun Palace as soon as possible.

However, Si Qi, who was at the front, was running, and suddenly stopped. Ko Yi, who was following behind him, couldn't stop in time, and bumped into Si Qizheng's wound. Si Qizheng gasped, turned his head coldly He looked at Koi coldly.

Kou Yi trembled in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He said angrily, "Why did you stop suddenly!?"

Si Qizheng looked around the whole crowd coldly, making everyone's heart tremble.Everyone was wondering what he wanted to do, and there was a faint anger in their hearts, but they heard Si Qizheng say in a cold voice without a trace of warmth: "Where is Fujin?"

"Fu Jin?" Kou Yi shuddered in his heart, turned around and said, "Didn't Fujin be with Jing Zhe—"

He didn't finish his sentence, and the last "do" was swallowed back into his stomach.

At the same time, everyone realized that there were no figures of Fujin and Jingzhe behind them! ?

They, the group of hidden guards protecting Fujin, only cared about fighting happily and running away, forgetting about Feng Fujin they wanted to protect wholeheartedly.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, no one spoke, but they all seemed to be nailed in place, and they didn't move a bit. The severe cold from the icy hell gradually climbed into the hearts of each of them.

It’s over.

These are the only two words pressing on Si Qizheng's desperate heart at this moment.

And Feng Wan, who was lost by everyone, was sitting opposite Zhou Yan who was dressed in white, watching him fiddle with a set of tea sets, his movements were even more beautiful than Xuan Tian.

"Young Master Zhou," Feng Wan said lightly, without revealing any tension or doubt in her heart, "Excuse me—"

"Don't worry, I have no malicious intentions." Zhou Yan raised his head and smiled at her.

"No, what I want to ask is, where is my maid?"

Zhou Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he smiled silently, his smile was a little more sincere than before, "She's fine, she just fainted. But what I'm curious about is that you are not afraid."

The smile on Feng Wan's face didn't diminish, but she kept complaining in her heart, I'm afraid, I'm afraid to death, which eye of yours is not afraid of me?You pulled me out from the crowd where the two parties were fighting, and you didn't disturb anyone. I'm simply intimidated by you, okay?

Zhou Yan handed the first cup of tea to Feng Wan, Feng Wan took it, looking at the green tea, she suddenly thought of the cup Xuan Tian made for her on New Year's Eve.

It has to be said that she does miss Xuan Tian a lot now.

I really don't know what the group of unlucky hidden guards will tell Xuan Tian when they go back, and whether they will send someone to rescue her.You must come to save her, otherwise she will not let Xuantian go even if she is a ghost.Feng Wan secretly swears in her heart.

"Feng Fujin, why don't you try it?"

After he finished speaking, Feng Wan was taken aback, "Do you know my identity?"

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Not only that, I also know that what you are wearing on your face is not your real face."

Feng Wan frowned, "How do you know, Mr. Zhou?"

She looked at Zhou Yan's hair tied in the jade crown, white Hanfu, and then at the flag outfit on her body, and she felt that Zhou Yan and herself were not in the same style.

She thought for a while before asking: "Could it be that you are also a member of the White Lotus Sect?" She remembered that those people were wearing white clothes just now!

"Haven't you heard of Feng Fujin?" Zhou Yan said with a smile, "The last queen of the previous dynasty was also surnamed Zhou."

"You were born in the former dynasty?!" Feng Wan blurted out, "So, are you really related to that group of White Lotus Sect just now?"

"Feng Fujin thought about it a lot. If I really have something to do with that group of people, can I still live in the capital?" Zhou Yan smiled without changing his face.

Feng Wan thought so too, but after the Manchus entered the customs, all the Han people had their heads shaved, but Zhou Yan had his hair tied, and nothing happened, and the restaurant he opened was the best in Beijing.

This must be another complex network of relationships.

Feng Wan didn't want to intervene, but she was curious: "Why did you tell me this, and why did you bring me here?"

Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then his smile deepened, but a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "It seems that Feng Fujin still doesn't know his own background."

Feng Wan's heart became more and more confused, but since this person had the same face and name as her boss in the previous life, Feng Wan was willing to give him some trust in her heart, so she asked puzzledly: "What is my background? ?”

Could it be that what I know about the identity of the original owner is just the tip of the iceberg?

Zhou Yan smiled without answering, picked up the teacup and took a sip.