Calling her such an abrupt small word sounded a bit rude at first, but his tone was careful and pious, as if he were protecting a treasure.
Feng Yinwan didn't feel any offense when he heard it.
Before she could speak, Song Qingan realized something was wrong, his face froze, and he immediately gave up his hand.
"I don't mean to offend you, I just couldn't help myself..."
He was anxious to explain, but Feng Yinwan frowned slightly, looked at him seriously and said nothing.
"Song Qing'an, we should have known each other before."
Different from the last question, her tone was slow but firm, which shocked Song Qing'an.
Feng Yinwan couldn't bear to say directly that she didn't remember him, so she pursed her lips and had to say politely.
"You know, I injured my face when I was a child and got seriously ill. I may not remember some of what happened before."
The light in those starry eyes dimmed for a moment.
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened inexplicably when she saw it. When she came to her senses, her words of apology were already coming out of her mouth.
"But I feel very comfortable getting along with you, as if you are a friend I have known for many years."
"If I accidentally forget something, please don't take offense and remind me more often."
At this point, she imitated Song Qing'an's gesture and returned the favor.
The whole person looks much more lively than before.
After thinking about it, she added, "You and I need to hide our identities during this trip. When we are outside, just call me Sanqing."
The name Jiang Wan can no longer be used. It just so happened that the old man gave her a medicine name when she was at the Immortal Medicine School.
Now, it just comes in handy.
After saying that, he looked at Song Qing'an again, "What about you? How should I call you?"
Song Qing'an looked at her, his eyes slightly bright, as if they were stained with ink that had not yet dried.
"Meet it."
Song Yuzhi.
These three words fell into my mind like a meteor, creating tiny sparks and then quickly falling away.
The broken thoughts disappeared in an instant. Feng Yinwan wanted to catch something, but no matter how he pursued it, it was all in vain.
Finally, it’s Song Qingan’s exit reminder.
"let's go."
After two days of journey, they arrived near the wilderness.
At the end of Xu, the lights of thousands of houses had long been extinguished, but the prisoners who had been taken to work had just returned to the camp.
Looking from a distance, each of them looks haggard, has a sallow complexion and is thin, like a walking zombie.
Feng Yinwan searched for the figures of her father and brother with her beautiful eyes, but her heart was secretly troubled.
When General Feng Lao and Feng Jingyuan were exiled, she asked someone to spend a lot of money to manage it. However, it was difficult to do so, and they were in such a difficult place. No matter how much money they spent, it was better than nothing.
Father and brother...
While she was still watching, a force suddenly fell on her back.
The moment Song Qingan pressed her down, firelight passed in front of his eyes.
They were almost exposed.
After waiting for the people to pass, Song Qing'an spoke again, "There is no uncle or brother Jingyuan in this team."
When Feng Yinwan heard this, his eyebrows suddenly tightened.
This is already the third batch.
The environment here in the wilderness is difficult, and the camps for officials and prisoners are also very limited.
According to previous information, not a few prisoners die of illness here every year.
My father and brother have not been seen for a long time. What accident happened to them...?
Seeing her anxiety, Song Qing'an spoke in a gentle voice to comfort her.
"Don't worry, the curfew will be imposed immediately after they return. After the patrol officers take over, I will go in to investigate the situation."
For now, that's all it can do.
Feng Yinwan nodded and followed his instructions and retreated a little further.
After a while, the gate of the camp was indeed closed, and the movement inside gradually became silent.
"You wait here, I will come out within a stick of incense."
After explaining to her, Song Qingan flew into the camp.
Feng Yinwan obeyed the instructions and stayed where he was, and the strings that had been tense for days had a chance to relax for a moment.
The time it took to burn an incense stick was actually not long. Seeing that the time had come and Song Qing'an still hadn't come out yet, Feng Yinwan raised her head and looked at the sky, feeling anxious again.
Just as he was about to get closer to check the situation, unexpectedly, before he could get up, a group of people came very quickly from the other side.
Feng Yinwan's heart condensed, and she immediately retreated with breathless breath.
There were more than twenty people in this group, all wearing dark long robes that covered their faces.
While galloping, the sound of horses' hooves was almost uniform, and not a single breath could be heard within ten meters.
It can be seen that they are all masters with deep internal strength.
Song Qing'an had previously said that the emperor wanted his father and brother to be secretly transferred out.
Are these...the emperor's people?
The hand holding the silver needle secretly tightened, Feng Yinwan closed her eyes, and her expression suddenly became more solemn.
There are so many masters, even if she joins forces with Song Qing'an, it will be difficult to compete with them, not to mention that Song Qing'an is still in the camp and has not come out yet.
She couldn't and didn't dare to act easily.
While thinking about it, the team of men and horses had stopped in front of the camp.
What the leader took out from his arms was a bright yellow roll.
It's an imperial edict!
They are indeed here to pick someone up!
Feng Yinwan's breathing stopped for a moment.
When he came to his senses, all the troops had entered the camp.
Once in and out, it takes less than a moment.
The two figures were escorted out, it was her father and brother she had not seen for a long time!