"I remember... you seem to have a long life thread with half a copper coin?"

Huang Ye was stunned for a moment, stuffed the letter in his hand into Yan Wanwan's hand, and then turned back to search for the cage.

When I came back soon, I really held the long-lived strand in my hand. In the eyes of Yan Wanwan, a man who grew up in Jiangnan, it was no longer a coincidence. But too many coincidences were put together.

Yan Wanwan reached out and picked up the long-lived strand and squeezed it tightly in her hand, "Huanye, can you lend me this long-lived strand?" Her eyelashes were slender, and she was half-hung at this time, covering her thoughts in her eyes, as if they were wings, and she slapped her uneasyly.

Huang Ye didn't hesitate at all, and even asked nothing, just nodded directly.

On the contrary, Yan Wanwan suddenly looked up at her, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her throat tightened, and she rolled twice with difficulty, but she still couldn't say many words, but instead said, "I'll take this too." She raised the letter in her hand a little higher.

Huang Ye still asked nothing and nodded directly without hesitation.

Yan Wanwan held those two things, with a complicated expression and a heavy heart that was indescribable.

After saying something to Xiangye, he watched her sleep, Yan Wanwan retreated from the house.

When I looked up, I realized that the sky was already dark, and the night wind that was blowing towards me was already dry. Sure enough, it was the end of spring and summer solstice.

She stood under the eaves for a moment before turning her head out.

When they walked out of the back door where they usually walked, they saw a carriage parked there, and a person stood beside the carriage, and the light on the shaft of the carriage was swaying lightly, reflecting around him. I wonder if it was because of today's incident, the figure who always felt weak in Yan Wanwan's eyes actually showed a high-spirited look.

Yan Wanwan's steps stopped and he was stunned for a moment.

Perhaps because he heard the movement, Yan Zheng turned his head and looked over. Seeing her, he couldn't help but smile. His eyes were shining, standing in the shadow of the lamp, and his whole body was still as gorgeous as a spring willow.

Yan Zheng came over with a lamp, and the dizzy light shook his eyes lightly. Yan Wanwan woke up, "Why didn't you go in when your husband comes?"

"I imagine you are going to take care of Miss Song. She needs company at this time. I have nothing to do with me. Just wait here for a while. There is nothing to do." Yan Zheng smiled and raised his hand, hooking the hair in Yan Wanwan's ear behind his ear. For the first time, this time it became much more natural.

Yan Wanwan didn't dodge, and her slender eyelashes were raised lightly. Her black eyes looked at him, getting close to him, and his appearance was clearly reflected in her eyes. Under the light, her pink lips seemed to be newly blooming peach petals on the branches. Yan Zheng looked at the sudden dryness in his throat, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.

Yan Wanwan suddenly came up at this moment. He froze and forgot to avoid it for a moment. He only noticed that his breath was like nothing and brushed across his neck. Then, she directly took her hand and gently brushed his neck with her fingertips. When he was tense, she pulled open his clothes and frowned, "Why have you had so many rashes?"

Yan Zheng reacted, pulled the collar of her clothes from her hand, closed it tightly, and took a step to the side at the same time, avoiding a little further before saying hoarsely, "It's nothing."

"You really can't eat shrimps, right?" Yan Wanwan understood after thinking for a moment, and looked at him with a burning look.

Yan Zheng smiled indifferently, "I just heard from my wife that I really greedy for the wontons. I thought about it for so many years, but I couldn't say it anymore, so I just wanted to try it. Who knows..." He raised his eyebrows lightly, "I don't have any good fortune."

Yan Wanwan frowned and looked at him for a moment, but he didn't say anything else after all.

"Miss, are you okay? We might be back?" Yan Zheng said, handing over his hand, looking at Yan Wanwan with a two-point pleasing look.

Yan Wanwan looked at him and handed her hand over. He held her hand, his lips widened with a smile, and he led her into the carriage.

The carriage swayed and ran away, and the lights on the street sifted in from the curtains and fell on his face, and they were mottled.

"Is there any progress in Hong Xuanzhi's case?" Yan Wanwan asked softly after a moment of silence.

After getting on the carriage, Yan Zheng still held her hand tightly, "I only know that Hong Xuanzhi did not talk about marriage before he disappeared. However, some of his colleagues in the department and the Ministry of Works knew that he had a first wife in his hometown and wanted to bring someone to Beijing a few months before his disappearance."

Yan Wanwan heard the eyebrows tightly frowning, her eyebrows and eyes drooped gently, and her hands broke out from Yan Zheng's palm, rested on her knees, and gently wrinkled the dress under her fingers.

Hong Xuanzhi might have really not betrayed Huang Ye. But at this point, Yan Wanwan didn't know whether this was good or bad.

Yan Zheng looked at her for a moment, reached out and held her hand again, "Don't worry, I will help me stare at this case. I will tell you any progress."

Yan Wanwan raised his eyes and looked at him, "Honey is in love with the prefect of Jingzhao? Today I see that the people in Jingzhao are very polite to their husbands."

"It's not a friendship. I have met several times. He gave me three points of shame because of my teacher's face." Yan Zheng's tone was faint, and he looked at Yan Wanwan with doubts. "My teacher is Grand Secretary Liu of Hanlin Academy. I have studied under the teacher for several years, so some connections in the officialdom are mostly for the teacher's face."

Yan Zheng's tone was humble, but Yan Wanwan raised his eyebrows in shock, "Master Liu is actually your teacher?"

After two years in Beijing, Yan Wanwan had his own purpose and naturally had some understanding of the officialdom of Daning. How could he not know about this famous Grand Secretary Liu? He is the teacher of the current crown prince. So her husband and the current crown prince are still brothers of the same school?

"The teacher is famous, and it seems that even my wife has heard of it." Yan Zheng still smiled warmly.

Yan Wanwan looked at him with a strange expression, "You must have something unique about your husband who can actually get Grand Secretary Liu as his teacher. Since that's the case, why don't you continue to go to school and get fame and fortune?"

"Actually, I got off the court when I was 12 years old. I was lucky and ordered the 17th place in the second place." Yan Zheng's voice was always clear and smooth, and his tone was plain.

Yan Wanwan was a little confused when he heard this. What was the fate? What was the seventeenth place in the second class? "My husband said... you have already achieved fame and fortune, is you... a Jinshi?"

"Yeah." Yan Zheng nodded, the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if he said that the moonlight was good tonight.

Yan Wanwan's face was a little bit till he was, but his expression in his eyes became more complicated, "Why? Since my husband passed the Jinshi exam, why didn't he enter the officialdom? Instead..."

"On the contrary, you have to be a teacher who is inexpensive?" Yan Zhengxiao took her words slightly and said.
Chapter completed!