Ling Yutong returned to the pavilion and went straight to the room where Qi Yan rested.
There is no need for Song Yue to report it at all.
As soon as Qi Yan put down the medicine bowl, he saw her rushing over in a hurry, and then sat beside the simple bed, staring at him without saying a word.
Still laughing.
Several question marks slowly floated on Qi Yan's forehead.
Then he saw Ling Yutong reaching out to him and pinching the corner of his sleeve.
Qi Yan:???
He was even more confused, but he put his hand forward so that she wouldn't have to lift her arm so hard.
Ling Yutong's eyes widened with a smile, thinking about what the man from Andu said, didn't he say that it was all dark and he couldn't touch the corner of Qi Yan's clothes? No, she touched it as soon as she got closer, and the real owner was still cooperating with her.
As soon as this thought passed by her, she couldn't help laughing to herself.
I couldn't help but speak out.
"I seem a bit naive. Why should I compete in these places?"
"Originally... it's a terrace near the water."
She didn't think about what Qi Yan would think when she heard this.
When she realized that her thoughts were being muttered, she raised her eyes and met Qi Yan's deep eyes.
The deep darkness of his eyes seemed to be filled with flames.
She was slightly startled and hurriedly explained the reason for her words. Her fingertips couldn't help but loosen the hem of her clothes.
Qi Yan looked at her silently and smiled.
"So I'm the moon?"
"Who are you comparing your distance to me with, huh?"
Ling Yutong felt a little warm to the point and directness of his words. She scratched her ears. For some reason, she avoided Qi Yan's smiling eyes and lowered her head as she talked about her recent trip to Andu.
As she told it, Qi Yan also understood why she said that just now.
The smile on his lips flashed away, and Qi Yan's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he whispered: "You want to see my fan, it is in your hand, of course it is at your disposal."
Ling Yutong was startled, took out the fan from his arms, shook it, and said jokingly: "It's in my hand, but when I look at it, your fan has nothing to do with the color green."
"There shouldn't be any secrets, right?"
When the word "secret" came out of her mouth, it had an inexplicable lingering meaning. Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, a shadow flashed across his eyes, and he tapped the fan with his fingertips.
"How about you check it carefully?"
Ling Yutong raised her eyes to look at him, thinking deeply.
In response to what he said, she took a good look at every detail of the fan in her hand, and actually found some subtle... similar to glue marks. She couldn't help but glance at Qi Yan, and then started to remove them.
His eyebrows twitched heavily.
This fan is originally a thin layer, but it has an inner layer that is like cicada wings and can be opened as soon as it is peeled off!
Just as she was about to tear it all off to see what was going on, the next moment, there was a touch of warmth on the back of her hand, and it was Qi Yan who held her hand.
His upper body was slightly tilted, and his deep eyes contained an unknown dark color.
"Are you sure you want to see it?"
"If you see it, you won't regret it."
Ling Yutong paused and looked back in confusion.
Isn't it just the surface of a fan? From what he said, it seemed like... there was some allusion.
She wanted to nod her head neatly, but now she hardly hesitated.
She did ask her question.
Qi Yan's deep eyes reflected her appearance, but after staring at her for a while, he slightly curved his lips and lowered his eyes.
"There is no allusion."
"Look."
His tone was as natural as possible, but Ling Yutong couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in her heart. She stared at him for a long time, and he let her look at him.
"Really revealed? You don't want to regret it."
When the same words were returned, Qi Yan nodded, watching her lower her head, and opened the fan with neat movements.
No one knew that the turbulent emotions in his heart were gradually calming down. There was no specific reason that he could tell. He just wanted to let her watch, so he let her watch.
This fan does have an allusion.
The surprise in Ling Yutong's eyes became more and more intense. As the inner layer of the fan was completely exposed, she saw the lights of thousands of families on the fan, and the people were happy.
A picture of peace and harmony among hundreds of families.
Without thinking, this word popped into her mind.
She touched the fan bone, and the dazed expression between her eyebrows disappeared and turned into peace and understanding.
When she touched it just now, she felt the small protrusions where the color blocks accumulated, and the natural wood was polished and flawless. Presumably, the fan bone had also been covered with the original color in a special way.
Looking at Qi Yan's completely unsurprised look, she felt that the atmosphere was strange for some reason. To adjust the atmosphere, she said something jokingly.
"Is it really true that it takes no effort at all?"
Qi Yan covered his lips and smiled: "Probably, you can say that."
The atmosphere in the room finally returned to the feeling she was familiar with and accustomed to. Ling Yutong breathed a sigh of relief. After looking down at the fan, she frowned in distress.
"So, where is it in particular?"
"If it's priceless, I still won't show it to the people in Andu. This deal is not worth it."
Qi Yan fiddled with the hanging Juansha twice and said: "There is no information on this fan. Those who know it just think it is a beautiful orphan."
"I still say the same thing, since it's in your hands, you can do whatever you want."
Ling Yutong blinked: "Is it really just for purely ornamental value?"
She glanced at the outer layer that had been removed next to her and asked, "How should I put this back on? Since you made this disguise, it must be useful."
Qi Yan: “I can’t stick it back.”
Ling Yutong was startled, and his eyes widened subconsciously.
As she did, the smile on Qi Yan's lips grew thicker and he tilted his head: "This outer disguise was not made by me, but by the person who made this fan. There is only one chance to uncover it, and there is no way to restore it.
"
Ling Yutong pursed her lips, anxious in her heart.
"Then, where is the person who made this fan?"
"Oh, he's dead."
Seemingly noticing that her eyes were as wide as bells, Qi Yan slowly added: "He died in peace."
Ling Yutong was numb.
She suddenly fell silent, then thrust the fan in her hand into Qi Yan's arms, glared at him, turned around and left.
"I won't show this fan to the people in Andu. It has allusions and is an orphan. You can keep it for yourself."
She walked so fast that Qi Yan was stunned for a moment. When he raised his head again, he could only see the closed door.
Subconsciously holding the folding fan in his hand, he lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
In fact, he really doesn't care.
There is indeed an allusion behind this fan, and the person who made the fan is also closely related to it.
However, very few people knew about that allusion, and he had never taken it to heart. Ever since the incident with the Qi family, he had never looked forward to it. He didn't believe in fate.
There were some residues under the medicine bowl beside the couch. Qi Yan opened his fan casually and caught a glimpse of four characters engraved with other paints.