After I became a passerby, I saved the villain's family

late at night.

Yi Lan tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Jiang Ci'an's red eyes kept appearing in her mind.

Her mind was in a state of confusion, and she always felt that she had missed something in the hazy state.

She just said that she wanted to leave, but she didn't expect Jiang Ci'an to oppose it so strongly. She didn't understand.

But when she saw the aggrieved look in his eyes, she felt very sad.

sad......

So this is what sadness feels like.

Yi Lan felt depressed, so she simply got up and walked out of the room, all the way to the back garden.

As soon as I arrived at the back garden, I saw a person sitting in the pavilion from afar.

It’s the eldest young master’s wife.

What is she doing in the pavilion so late at night?

Yi Lan didn't want to disturb her, so she turned around and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yijun also saw her.

"Miss Yilan."

From a distance, Feng Yijun called her.

Yi Lan turned back and walked towards the pavilion.

Seeing her coming over, Feng Yijun asked with concern: "How is Miss Yilan's injury recovering?"

Yi Lan nodded, "It's much better now."

Over the past few days, she has gradually become accustomed to the care of the Jiang family.

"Why is the young lady still in the pavilion so late?" Yi Lan asked as she sat on a stone bench.

Feng Yiyun's face was full of gentleness. "I've been feeling irritable at night since I got pregnant. I came out to get some fresh air."

Yi Lan looked at Feng Yijun's belly.

"Isn't it hard to be pregnant?" Yi Lan asked.

When she was on a mission before, she once saw a pregnant woman vomiting in the street, vomiting so much bile that it was about to come out.

Feng Yijun raised her hand and touched her belly, with a happy smile in her eyes.

"Fortunately, it's not too much of a hassle since the month is still short."

As she spoke, she looked at Yi Lan.

"Why isn't Miss Yilan sleeping?"

Yi Lan lowered her head, her voice muffled.

"Can't sleep."

Feng Yijun smiled softly when he heard this.

"Did you have a fight with Ci'an?"

"How do you know?" Yi Lan looked up suddenly.

Feng Yijun's smile grew even wider.

Tonight, Jiang Ci'an left her courtyard crying, and the news spread throughout the mansion.

"Ms. Yilan, how do you think Ci Jin treats me?" Feng Yijun asked.

The eldest son of the Jiang family?

Yi Lan recalled the scene on the long street that day.

Jiang Ci Jin takes care of Feng Yijun in every possible way, and the two of them look very loving and sweet.

Even someone like her who is naturally cold can feel the affection between the two.

"Young Master Jiang naturally treats the Young Madam very well." Yi Lan said.

Feng Yijun smiled.

"Speaking of which, Ci Jin and I didn't have a smooth relationship at the beginning. We would have missed each other for the rest of our lives."

Yi Lan was a little surprised.

Young Master Jiang and his wife seem to be very affectionate.

Seeing that she was interested, Feng Yijun continued:

"We met through correspondence. At first, we didn't know each other, but we were deeply attracted to each other."

"At that time, every time I went to the library to borrow books, I was looking forward to it. If the other party was late in delivering the letter, I would feel very disappointed."

"After that, someone came to propose marriage to me. I was panicking and worried. I felt like a needle stabbing my heart when I thought that I could not be in harmony with the person I corresponded with and spend my life with him."

"All kinds of feelings came together, and at that moment I realized that my heart was drawn to the believer whom I had never met."

Heart-pleasant......

Yi Lan looked at the stone table in front of her, slowly digesting Feng Yijun's words.

Every evening, when Jiang Ci'an was about to return home, she would feel a little uneasy, with a hint of anticipation in her heart.

The two of them ate and played chess together, and she felt extremely excited listening to him chattering on and on about various things.

If Jiang Ci'an came back late one day, she would always sit by the window in a daze, and the maid would say that she looked unhappy.

And the warmth that was created when the two of them came into close contact on the long street that day...

When she thought about leaving the Duke Zhenguo Mansion and leaving Jiang Ci'an, she felt unspeakable pain in her heart.

It turns out that all this is because she likes him?

Yi Lan gently touched her heart.

She delighted him...

The confusion that had been shrouding my heart for many days suddenly became clear, like the clouds and fog being cleared away.

Feng Yijun waited quietly for Yi Lan to digest it.

After an unknown amount of time, Yi Lan raised her head.

"and after?"

Feng Yijun smiled and said, "Later, by chance, I learned that the believer was the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and the one who came to propose marriage that day was also the Jiang family."

Yi Lan paused.

I didn't expect such a coincidence.

"You two are destined to be together." Yi Lan said.

Feng Yijun nodded.

"Yes, if we missed each other at that time and found out the truth later, wouldn't both of us be very painful?"

"Miss Yi Lan should have noticed that not only Ci Jin, but also your father-in-law loves your mother-in-law very much."

Yi Lan nodded.

Although she had only met Duke Jiang once, the happiness and warmth on Mrs. Jiang's face were not fake.

The entire Zhenguogong family exudes warmth.

That's why she, who has been wandering outside for many years, is so attached to it.

"But Miss Yi Lan should also know that the Zhenguo Mansion is not an ordinary family. They will not show kindness to anyone casually."

"My father-in-law is like this, Ci Jin is like this, and Ci An is also like this."

After being reminded to this extent, Miss Yi Lan should no longer doubt her second brother's intentions, right?

Feng Yijun gently stroked her belly and thought to herself.

"But......"

But her status would not allow her to stay in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

If Jiang Ci'an knew her true identity, he would probably stay away from her from then on.

No one is not afraid of the Xuanying Sect.

"Miss Yilan."

Seeing her hesitation, Feng Yijun spoke meaningfully:

"Just because you don't say something doesn't mean the other person won't know it."

"The things you care about may not be minded by the other party at all..."

Yi Lan looked at her blankly.

"Oh, right."

Feng Yijun suddenly remembered something.

"Miss Yi Lan, do you know? That day you collapsed at the gate of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. In addition to being covered in wounds, you were also poisoned."

"In order to make an antidote for you, Ci'an went to the cliff of Qingze County alone and brought back the herbs with wounds all over his body."

“In this way, Miss Yilan was able to escape danger.”

"The great general Dacheng's eyes were red and heartbreaking when he saw you lying lifeless on the bed."

There are some things Jiang Ci'an doesn't want to say, so let his sister-in-law say it.

She didn't want to repay the favor, but wanted Yi Lan to see her true heart.

Yi Lan was very shocked.

She was actually poisoned?

No wonder this injury feels so debilitating.

"Then the injuries on his body..."

Feng Yijun smiled and shook his head. "If Miss Yilan wants to know, why don't you just ask him in person?"

In the distance, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Jiang Ci Jin casually put on his outer robe and ran towards this side holding a cloak.

"Yun'er, why are you here?"

He put the cloak on Feng Yiyun, his tone full of worry.

Feng Yijun patted his hand gently.

"I really couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some fresh air."

"Next time you can't sleep, remember to wake me up, okay?" Jiang Ci Jin said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"I understand, my husband, don't worry, Miss Yilan is with me." Feng Yijun said with a smile.

Jiang Ci Jin looked at Yi Lan.

"Thank you Miss Yilan."

Yi Lan shook her head, "Nothing."

Feng Yijun stood up.

"Then we will go back first, and Miss Yilan should rest early."

After saying that, the two of them left together.

Yi Lan watched them leave.

From afar, Jiang Cijin's reproachful voice could be heard: "Why are your hands so cold? Don't come out so late next time..."

Feng Yijun's voice sounded with a smile:

"I know, your hands are too hot, they're not cold at all..."

Yi Lan sat at the table in silence.

"If we had missed each other at that time, wouldn't it be very painful for both of us to know the truth later..."

Feng Yijun's words rang in his ears.

Yi Lan's eyes gradually became clear.

She hates procrastinating the most.

Just like killing someone, she always killed with one blow of the knife.

Now that she has realized her feelings, she has nothing to worry about.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky began to turn pale.

Yi Lan stood up and walked to Jiang Ci'an's yard.

Knocked on his door.