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Chapter 35: Night Walk in Brocade Clothes

One year has not brought any changes to Fengcheng. It is still so prosperous. The Feng family is a dormant beast among them. Who knows when it will wake up and take a bite.

The sky gradually darkened, and Feng Aoran changed into a brocade dress, as the saying goes, "walking at night in brocade robes."

Feng Aoran has been trying to figure out the situation of the Feng family for three years but has never really figured it out. The only people who can be suspicious of this sudden incident are Feng Wuhen and Feng Qingqing.

Taking out a black handkerchief and covering his face, Feng Aoran jumped into the Feng family courtyard. Normally, the Feng family didn't seem to have any guards, but Feng Aoran knew clearly that not being visible didn't mean there were none, but that it was hidden.

In the dark.

"Didn't the Feng family know that you were dead? Why should they be so cautious?" In order to cooperate with Feng Aoran, Margaret also put a black handkerchief around her face.

Feng Aoran looked back with a serious face, but when he saw Margaret's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh, and his mood suddenly became much more relaxed.

"It's so easy to pretend to be dead. Our soul tablets are all placed in the ancestral hall. The death tablets are broken." Feng Aoran suddenly stopped when she said this. She was not Feng Aoran. What's the sign in the ancestral hall?

"What's wrong? You stopped talking suddenly?" Margaret was still waiting for the next words, but Feng Aoran suddenly lost her voice.

Shaking his head, Feng Aoran continued: "It's okay, I just suddenly remembered something. Let's go to the ancestral hall first. I want to confirm it."

Margaret glanced at her and didn't speak, but quickly followed her.

The ancestral hall has always been the most solemn place for a family. Tonight, the moonlight was hidden in the hazy clouds, adding a bit of mystery to it.

Holding his breath, he quickly passed through the guards and stood at the door of the ancestral hall. Feng Aoran gently pushed open the heavy wooden door. The creaking sound broke through the quiet night, but it was a little more mysterious. The ancestral hall was filled with incense all year round, and the smell was tangy.

The scent of sandalwood made Feng Aoran feel dizzy, so she covered her mouth and nose and walked in slowly.

There was a bright lamp burning in the ancestral hall, and Feng Aoran bowed respectfully to the tablet of her ancestors. Although she was not the real Feng Aoran, she still had some respect for her ancestors with her body.

After paying homage, Feng Aoran turned around and walked to the side room, where the soul cards of this generation of clan members were displayed.

The side room was designed quite elegantly. A Katamari tablet was placed on a lacquered mahogany stand according to seniority like an antique. Feng Aoran walked over and looked at the juniors of this generation. The younger generation who could enter the ancestral hall were all direct descendants of the Feng family.

, there are about thirty soul cards in a row, most of them are complete, with a few broken soul cards occasionally sandwiched between them. Feng Aoran looked at it all the way, and suddenly became confused. There was no one of hers here, even if the real Feng Aoran died.

Yes, the broken soul card should also be here.

"What's wrong?" Margaret looked at Feng Aoran's solemn expression and couldn't help but jump into her arms, and then quickly glanced at the bottom layer of soul cards.

"Without you, is it possible that you are not from the Feng family?"

"I don't know, I'm a little confused." Who is Feng Aoran?

"Si Ming's pen is always so unforgiving." Margaret sighed softly. Feng Aoran heard it muttering but didn't understand it.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing. Don't forget the purpose of our coming. Let's go find your brother Feng Ye first and ask for details."

"I know." Feng Aoran walked out quickly. When he reached the door, he looked back at the soul tablet belonging to Feng Liang on the shelf. Broken jade pieces were scattered on the shelf. It was so beautiful and sad that her eyes were full of sadness.
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