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"You... you wait a moment."

Jiang Yanyi left this sentence, turned around suddenly and ran out of the courtyard.

Every time she came to Feng Shuo's side, Xing Yao would go out very consciously and stay with the guards at the gate of the courtyard. If Feng Shuo didn't summon him, he would usually not enter the house.

Seeing Jiang Yanyi running out of the yard in a hurry, Xing Yao was surprised, but he still clasped his fists in salute and said, "Miss Jiang is leaving?"

Jiang Yanyi shook his head, "No. I want to ask you, did he eat longevity noodles today?"

This "he" can only be Feng Shuo.

Xing Yao had faint doubts in his eyes: "Longevity noodles?"

Xing Yao's attitude made Jiang Yanyi feel a little strange. He was Feng Shuo's personal bodyguard, but he didn't know that today was Feng Shuo's birthday?

But he couldn't wait for Jiang Yanyi to ask again, Feng Shuo suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard, and said directly to her, "I'll take you back."

With Feng Shuo like this, he obviously didn't want himself to ask too many questions, no matter how many doubts Jiang Yanyi had, he could only keep them in his heart.

She originally wanted Feng Shuo to go back to her room to rest, but when she thought that he offered to send her off, maybe he had something to say to her on the way, she didn't refuse.

Twilight enveloped the sky and the earth, the lantern in Feng Shuo's hand cast a small halo, he walked in front, the night wind blew the lantern slightly, and the shadow cast on the ground became whirling.

Jiang Yanyi took half a step behind him.

Speechless all the way.

After another hanging flower gate is the gate of Fengfu, Feng Shuo still didn't open his mouth, Jiang Yanyi couldn't help asking him: "Your birthday...why doesn't everyone in the mansion seem to know about it?"

As a vassal king, he celebrated his birthday. How could these fine people from the Xizhou government not get together to give gifts? The more Jiang Yanyi thought about it, the more strange he became.

Feng Shuo stopped in his tracks, turned his head slightly to look at her, the phoenix pupils at the end of his eyes were charming and astonishing under the halo of the lantern, but the self-mockery in his eyes was also shocking.

He was smiling, the kind of smile that reveals a trace of coolness, like broken ice on the lake in midwinter shining in the sun.

"What they remember is not my birthday, but the prince's birthday."

Prince's birthday?

Jiang Yan didn't understand what he said.

A plum blossom plant at the hanging flower gate has already spit out many flower bones, which are icy and delicate, but not as stunning as when he raised his eyebrows.

"The year the crown prince was assassinated on the southern tour, my concubine gave birth to me. The former emperor couldn't accept the fact that the crown prince died, and once regarded me as the crown prince when he was young. Since then, every birthday I celebrate is on the crown prince's birthday."

He spoke calmly, that chaotic and hazy memory flashed through his mind like a shadow play.

After the death of the Empress Yuan, the first emperor became violent and capricious. Every year in the palace, the people below took the portrait of the Empress Yuan to choose.The women who entered the palace more or less had the shadow of the Empress Dowager on her body.The source of his mother and concubine's pain in this life may be because she has the same face as the Empress Yuan.

When he was young, he also looked like the prince when he was young.

After the prince also died, the first emperor deceived himself for a while, letting his mother and concubine pretend to be the prince, and treated him as the prince when he was a child, thinking that the first emperor's wife and children were still there.It was also from then on that the crown prince's birthday became his birthday, and it was like this every year.

Even if there is his real date of birth on the jade plate, who would dare to disobey the late emperor?

When the first emperor entered the play, he wished he could pluck all the stars in the sky to their mother and son.After waking up, he felt ashamed of empress Yuan's mother and son, and beat and scolded him and his concubine mother. It seemed that only by punishing them could the first emperor offset his guilt towards empress Yuan's mother and son.

The royal scandal must not be spread to the outside world, so many years of mistakes have been made, and everyone has regarded the former prince's birthday as his birthday.

In the past, the concubine mother was the one who remembered his birthday, but now the concubine mother has lost her mind and no longer recognizes him.

If Fuxi hadn't prepared a red envelope for him this morning, he wouldn't have had this real birthday.

Feng Shuo looked up at the sparse stars in the sky, smiled lightly, and concealed the disappointment that he couldn't explain with indifference: "It's just a birthday, it's not like I missed this year, so I won't be able to wait for next year. Life is still long, so what if you can't pass it..."

He couldn't say the following words because Jiang Yanyi hugged him from behind.

Feng Shuo was stunned for a long time before looking down at the pair of delicate jade hands clasped around his waist.

His mind went blank for a moment, before he regained some sanity, pretending to be joking: "Jiang Yanyi, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yanyi leaned against his back, and said with some distress: "Feng Shuo, happy birthday!"

"As long as I'm still here, I'll help you celebrate your birthday every year, okay?"

Feng Shuo didn't speak, but suddenly dropped the lantern, grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

His cloak was very wide, more than enough to wrap Jiang Yanyi in it. The bitter cold wind was completely isolated from the cloak, and Jiang Yanyi's nose was filled with the clean scent of saponins from his body.Her face rested lightly on his shoulder, and it was at this time that Jiang Yanyi realized that he looked thin, but his shoulders were broad.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and this hug lasted for a long time.

The lantern fell to the ground, and the candle flame quickly burned the paper cage.

Jiang Yanyi saw it and hurried to put out the fire, but Feng Shuo's hand around her waist did not intend to let go.

"do not move."

"The lantern is lit!"

"in spite of."

"Oh."

The firelight reflected the two people who were embracing each other, and under the night, a large piece of snow slowly fell to the world.

The fine snow fell on Jiang Yanyi's slender eyelashes, cheeks, and hair. She blinked slightly, and when the snowflakes melted, it brought a biting cold.

She raised her head in surprise: "Feng Shuo, it's snowing!"

Feng Shuo also raised his head to see the first snow in early winter, "Yes, it's snowing."

When he lowered his eyes, he raised his hand to gently brush off the fine snow from Jiang Yanyi's hair. Looking at her smiling like a flower, his throat moved, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead, pious and solemn.

His lips were warm, and the snow that fell on his face was cool, Jiang Yanyi's eyelashes fluttered several times, his heart was pounding, and his brain seemed unable to think.

When Feng Shuo backed away, his ears hidden in the night were already blushing, but his tone was calm: "There will be a curfew later, I'll take you back."

The previous sentence asking her to stay was just an impulsive utterance. As a girl who has not left the court, if she does not return home at night, she will inevitably fall into the mouth.

Gossip is not a knife, but it is better than a knife.

How could he be willing to let her fall into such criticism.

Jiang Yanyi glanced at the sky, and it was almost Xu time, and it was curfew time at [-]:[-].

She pursed her lips and said, "You haven't eaten longevity noodles yet, I'll go back and make you a bowl of longevity noodles."

Feng Shuo thought for a while and said, "You don't need to send it over when it's done, I'll go there by myself."

Jiang Yanyi knew that he was thinking about his own reputation. He had a noble status, and even if he was bumped into by officers and soldiers patrolling at night, no one dared to ask any more questions, so he nodded.

Feng Shuo sent Jiang Yanyi all the way to the gate, the concierge was clever, seeing that they didn't have any lanterns, he gave Jiang Yanyi another one.

Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao always waited for Jiang Yanyi to close the store before returning to the inn before the curfew. Jiang Yanyi was afraid that they might see something, so he turned around and told Chu Changping to go, and did not ask Feng Shuo to send him off.

She planned to tell Chu Changping personally about her and Feng Shuo's matter. Before that, she didn't want Chu Changping to hear any rumors, so as to save him from worrying and thinking too much.

It was the first time for Jiang Yanyi to come back from Fengfu so late. Although Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao were a little worried, but Jiang Yanyi was the master. She didn't say anything, and they, as waiters and guards, did not dare to overstep. Seeing that Jiang Yanyi came back safely, they went back to the inn went.

Qiukui had already helped Jiang Yanyi set up the charcoal basin in the room, and she was wearing a padded bikini over her skirt, rubbing her hands together and exhaling, "Huahua, it's snowing, it's so cold."

Since opening the shop with Jiang Yanyi, Okra ate well, slept soundly, and her whole body became rounder at a speed visible to the naked eye. The winter clothes that Jiang Yanyi bought for her before are now a bit tight, and it is not convenient for her to work.

"I'll ask Mrs. Chen to make you a thicker winter jacket later on. Go back to your room and sleep. You'll be busy tomorrow." Jiang Yanyi said as he rummaged through the room to find a pair of knee pads.

She originally made this kneepad for Chu Changping. Now that it was Feng Shuo's birthday, she didn't have time to prepare any expensive gifts, so she could only make do with giving this to Feng Shuo. Although it was not expensive, she sewed it stitch by stitch. Inlaid with rabbit fur, very warm.

"Hua Hua, aren't you still asleep?" Okra asked, yawning.

"I'll hang up the soup for tomorrow, you go to bed first." Jiang Yanyi took the knee pad out of the cabinet and put it on the bedside.

Jiang Yanyi had to drink soup every night, and Qiu Kui didn't suspect him, so he just said, "Why did Huahua take out the knee pads?"

"Sew up the remaining two stitches by the way while watching the fire, so I can wake up and doze off if I have something to do."

"Then I'll go to bed first, Huahua, don't stay too late, just call me if you need help." While speaking, Okra yawned again, and turned back to her own room.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Jiang Yan was inexplicably relieved when he saw Okra leave.

Now that the weather was cold, a charcoal basin would be placed in her room at night, so Jiang Yanyi put the parrot in her room.

At this time, the parrot had already fallen asleep standing on a twig in the cage. Jiang Yanyi threw a grain of rice into its trough, and it only moved its eyelids and continued to sleep.

Seeing the parrot, Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but think of the parrot's owner. The corners of Jiang Yanyi's mouth raised unconsciously.

She wrapped the knee pads and put them on the corner of the table, then closed the door and went to the kitchen.

Before kneading, Jiang Yanyi first cooked a soup with scallops, pork ribs, and bamboo fungus in a casserole. The scallops add freshness, and the bamboo fungus is one of the "eight treasures of grass", which has high nutritional value and medicinal value.

This soup is boiled out to make the noodle soup base, which is delicious and rich, and the taste is needless to say.

The reason why longevity noodles are called "longevity noodles" is that the noodles in this bowl of noodles are a whole piece and cannot be broken in the middle.

Jiang Yanyi's skill in "kneading" noodles is absolutely perfect, from toughness to strength, he can always grasp it just right. The basic skill of "kneading" noodles is not solid, just to see if he can hold the noodles up to the hair strands thin.

Jiang Yanyi does have this skill, but to make ordinary noodles, there is no need to show off his skills to make the noodles so thin.

It will take some time to cook the soup, Jiang Yanyi is a little worried that Feng Shuo is too early to eat.

She finished making the noodles, and kept paying attention to the movement outside the house, but apart from the occasional barking of dogs in the distance, there was only the occasional sound of passing officers and soldiers on night patrol.

Feng Shuo said before that he would come over. Don't tell her to come back obediently, right?

Jiang Yanyi looked at the casserole with boiling water on the stove, and was a little confused for a while.

***

Fengfu dungeon.

A gust of wind blew in through the skylight, and the candles hanging on the wall flickered twice.A man in black sneaked in silently and stopped in front of the cell where Fan Yaonian was being held.

Fan Yaonian was severely tortured, and his whole body was buried in the straw, unkempt.

When he noticed someone outside the cell, he was startled at first, but when the man in black pulled off his scarf, his expression turned to ecstasy, his feet were bloody, he couldn't stand up, and almost crawled towards the cell door: "Quick!" Get me out!"

The man in black looked at him as if he was looking at a dead object. Sensing the other party's indifference, Fan Yaonian soon realized something was wrong, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes: "No...impossible...Your Majesty still has to rely on Fan Yaonian. Home, he won't kill me..."

He supported his body with his hands and tried to retreat, but the man in black grabbed the iron chain on his body.

Fan Yaonian was dragged back by the man in black like a dead dog, and the cold iron chain that smelled of blood was wrapped around his neck.

"save--"

Fan Yaonian just yelled a word, and the man in black suddenly tightened his chains.

Fan Yaonian grabbed the iron chain around his neck with one hand, stretched back with the other, and scratched hard at the man in black. He opened his mouth wide but could not make a sound, his eyes turned white, and his scratching strength became weaker and weaker. When he waved his hand, he accidentally knocked and tore off a token from the man in black.

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from outside the dungeon, "An assassin has sneaked into the dungeon!"

Fan Yaonian had stopped moving at all, the man in black looked out in a panic, reached out to check Fan Yaonian's breath, and made sure that he was really dead, so he withdrew.

The guards rushed into the cell and saw that Fan Yaonian was dead with an iron chain around his neck.

The man in black dealt with Fan Yaonian, and went straight to the west courtyard of Fengfu.

Turn over this courtyard, and there is another person who must be killed over there.

It's just that the man in black stopped after stepping into the west courtyard, looking at the people sitting in the gazebo, he felt as if he was facing an enemy.

He weighed it for a moment, then turned around and was about to run back, but Xing Yao had already led the soldiers to seal off all the escape routes, and even the other two walls were full of archers.

Tonight is a game where you are invited into the urn.

The man in black seemed to be a cornered beast, his eyes filled with hatred, and he went straight to the wall that separated Jiang Yanyi's yard and Xikuan yard without hesitation.

As long as they climb over that wall and capture Jiang's daughter, there is still a glimmer of life.

He was so light, he kicked his foot on the wall and was about to jump over. The wall passed by, but a tea cover was suddenly thrown from the gazebo, hitting his back.

The lid of the cup was smooth and not sharp, but at this moment, it pierced the flesh like a sharp weapon. The man in black's spine seemed to be shattered with such force that he fell straight up and hit the ground with a loud noise.

The snow was falling heavily, and a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground at this moment, and a large amount of blood gushed out from under the man in black, dyeing the snow on the ground red.

Feng Shuo walked out of the gazebo slowly, and took a look at the dead man in black.

Xing Yao stepped forward and handed a token to Feng Shuo: "Master, this person is a bodyguard."

The cold wind has been blowing for a while today, Feng Shuo covered his lips and coughed twice: "The Fan family's eyeliner can see clearly."

Xing Yao nodded: "I'm afraid that the secret report that the emperor sent someone to kill Fan Yaonian is already on its way to the capital."

Feng Shuo said, "Let them bite the dog for a while."

Fan Yaonian has fallen into his hands, Xie Zhizhou has been imprisoned, and the Turkic prince is being hunted closely these days, how can the new emperor not panic.

If Fan Yaonian revealed that the collusion with the Turks was instigated by the new emperor, the new emperor's throne would really be unstable.

The only way is to make Fan Yaonian unable to speak again.

The new emperor wanted Fan Yaonian to die, but Fan Wei had already lost his youngest son, and if the eldest son died, he would have no son, so he would naturally try to keep his son.

Let Fan Wei's own people see that it was the new emperor who killed Fan Yaonian, two times to kill his son, it's strange that Fan Wei can still be sincere to the new emperor.

The capital was in chaos, and the new emperor had no time to play tricks on the Xizhou side, and his people might want to take advantage of the chaos to bring out the Chu family and Mrs. Jiang's mother and child.

***

While waiting for the soup to boil, Jiang Yanyi took the knee pads to the stove, and embroidered a few more delicate cloud patterns.

When there was a loud noise outside the courtyard wall, she was taken aback. She listened intently for a while, but there was no sound again.

She worriedly held the lamp and went outside to look around. Okra had always been in a deep sleep. In her own words, even a thunderstorm in the middle of the night would not wake her up, so this little movement didn't wake up Okra.

Jiang Yanyi didn't notice anything unusual, so he went back to the kitchen.

The soup was almost done, Jiang Yanyi wasn't sure if Feng Shuo would come, but seeing that there was still an hour and a half before the arrival, he decided to continue cooking the noodles after thinking about it.

Whether he comes or not is his business, and whether he cooks or not is her choice.

After the noodles are boiled in clear water, put them into a big sea bowl with scallops, ribs, bamboo fungus soup, bake a fried egg on top, spread a few slices of boiled green vegetables, and sprinkle some green onion, a bowl of longevity noodles is ready up.

Feng Shuo still didn't come, Jiang Yanyi couldn't help running to the front shop, opened the door a little and looked out.

Did Feng Shuo actually come here?

It's just that he knocked on the door and didn't hear it in the kitchen?

Jiang Yanyi had a lot of various thoughts, and it was at this time that she realized that when she cared about someone, she felt like this.

She didn't wait for Feng Shuo, she walked back feeling a little disappointed.

When passing by the yard, I suddenly found that there seemed to be a person standing on the top of the wall.

Jiang Yanyi raised the oil lamp in his hand and looked, the person on the wall was wearing a python robe and a jade belt, he could not be Feng Shuo.

Feng Shuo didn't expect that Jiang Yanyi would bump into him when he climbed over the wall. He was slightly embarrassed, he jumped lightly from the top of the wall, landed on the ground, coughed lightly and said, "Come here to hide."

Jiang Yanyi glanced at his clean cloak, sharp-eyed and realized that it was not the one he was wearing before.

She was holding the oil lamp with a delicate expression on her face.

The loud noise just now, could it be that he accidentally fell down while climbing the wall?That's why you went back and changed your clothes?