Suya

The sandalwood is faint, and the candlelight warms the heart.

Feng Chen bent down and touched the food table back and forth with his fingers, as if by doing so, he could indirectly touch another person's hand.

King Jiulan looked at him for a while: "Are you still sad?"

Feng Chen stopped for a moment, but he didn't answer King Jiulan immediately. He walked around the food table and went to the back to take a seat.

The candle light flickered, caressing his face.

Feng Chen looked at King Jiulan who was sitting opposite, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

King Jiulan didn't feel uncomfortable when he arrived, he sat down generously and let him look at him carefully.

Feng Chen opened his mouth, and asked in a blunt tone: "When third brother left, were you sad?"

King Jiulan was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

Feng Chen looked at him seriously, without a smile or any teasing look on his face.

He was so serious that King Jiulan was caught off guard, and he was even ashamed to prevaricate or perfunctory the question.

"Well..." King Jiulan thought about it seriously, and said: "When I heard the news, the widow had just retreated, and then the widow stood at the entrance of the main hall and looked in the direction of Fengguo for a while. , After reading it, I went back to the imperial study and began to review the memorials, had dinner at Youshi, went to bed at Zishi, got up at Maoshi the next day and continued to deal with government affairs, and then more than ten years passed without knowing it."

Feng Chen looked at him somewhat incomprehensibly, his brows were locked together.

King Jiulan smiled lightly: "The widow is the king of Jiulan Kingdom, and this is the answer to everything."

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

King Jiulan said, "Come in."

The Sizhu pushed the door and entered, holding a jar of wine in his arms, followed by a little girl, holding a jug and a wine glass on a tray in her hand, the little girl looked somewhat similar to the Sizhu, it must be him daughter.

The father and daughter unsealed the wine and poured it into glasses.

After a round of busy work, the Fourth Master said to the two of them: "The grass people will go out first, and the little girl will wait outside. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."

King Jiulan smiled and nodded: "Okay, you go down."

Sizhu bowed, then turned around and prepared to go out, but just as he started to walk away, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and asked with some anxiety: "Do you want an osmanthus lantern?"

Feng Chen obviously didn't know what it was, looked at him, then turned his head, and looked at King Jiulan suspiciously.

King Jiulan glanced at him, then looked back at the Sizhu, and said, "Bring one here."

"it is good."

The father and daughter backed out.

Feng Chen looked at King Jiulan with questioning eyes, and King Jiulan smiled mysteriously: "I'll tell you later." After finishing speaking, he took out a letter from his sleeve and shook it at Feng Chen: "National Teacher personal letter."

The look in Feng Chen's eyes moved, and he got up almost immediately, walked to the seat of King Jiulan, bent down, and took the letter in his hand, but he didn't open the letter, but asked casually while taking the letter: "What did Xi Ruo say?"

King Jiulan watched his movements, looked at him thoughtfully, and then had an intriguing expression on his face: "Don't you take a look at the letter yourself?"

Feng Chen said flatly: "The light is too dark, I'll look at it tomorrow, just tell me."

King Jiulan raised the wine glass, and a carp was painted on the ceramic wine glass. He pointed to the carp and asked, "This pattern is so big that it can be seen clearly in low light, right? What is painted on it?"

Feng Chen glanced at the wine glass, and quickly looked away: "You came out to me today, you didn't just want to ask me what was painted on the wine glass, did you?" He was obviously talking about it, unwilling to answer Jiu King Lan's question.

King Jiulan put down his wine glass: "Of course not. I came here mainly to give you that letter. Since you don't read it, I will tell you directly."

He poured a glass of wine, and the sweet and soft aroma immediately filled the tea room. He took a sip of the wine and said, "Actually, this letter is not for you, but for Yin Sigong."

A trace of surprise flashed in Feng Chen's eyes.

King Jiulan: "You seem to have mentioned to the national teacher that you met Yin Sigong when you left the country by boat..." He stopped suddenly while talking, raised his head, and smiled Looking at Feng Chen: "It seems that every word you said, the national teacher remembers clearly."

Feng Chen hummed and didn't say anything, but his eyes became much gentler for a moment.

King Jiulan pretended not to see his sudden change, and continued to say leisurely: "He has already contacted Yin Sigong, arranged your whereabouts, and then asked the widow to take care of you more."

Candlelight flickered in Feng Chen's eyes, he looked at King Jiulan motionlessly, and remained silent for a long time, unable to say a word.

"Xi Ruo he..." He opened his mouth, with suppressed joy and a trace of melancholy, he asked, "Really?"

King Jiulan leaned on the food table, with a carefree look, but his gestures and actions were full of the majesty of the emperor. He smiled and said slowly: "The national teacher has done a lot for you, but you don't know it. He raised his glass, took a sip, and continued: "He also sent someone to tell Yaoer that if there is anything wrong with him, I hope Yaoer can try to take care of you for a while. After all, you are surrounded by men. Careful, not good at taking care of people, and you don't trust those who are not relatives or relatives, he really can't let go."

Feng Chen lowered his head and closed his eyes.

King Jiulan: "If there is something wrong with you, the widow really feels that you have violated the trust of the national teacher, so..." He raised his head and stared at Feng Chen with a serious expression: "What the hell is wrong with your eyes? gone?"

Feng Chen glanced at him unnaturally, then looked away and looked out the window.

The candlelit figure outside the window was embedded in his pupils, making his eyes look like a small amber. He blinked, and the brilliance in his eyes flowed.

King Jiulan looked at him: "Can't you see it?"

"No." Feng Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the street downstairs: "I can see it, but I can't see it clearly."

King Jiulan frowned slightly: "To what extent?"

"Things nearby can be seen, but they are very blurry, and things a hundred steps away are invisible."

King Jiulan put down his wine glass and remained silent for a long time.

"When did it start?"

"I was sick for a while on the way to Qiang City, and I couldn't see clearly at that time, but it got worse and worse."

King Jiulan frowned, obviously feeling a little dissatisfied with his behavior of concealing and refusing to say anything, but he couldn't really scold him, so he swallowed his dissatisfaction and continued to ask: "Apart from eyes, what else is there?" Is something wrong?"

"No sense of taste or smell."

King Jiulan almost knocked over the cup.

"You...why didn't you say it earlier?"

"have nothing to say."

King Jiulan really had no choice but to think about it for a while, then poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, and said unwillingly, "Try it."

Feng Chen reluctantly took the cup, raised his head and drank it.

"Sweet or sour?"

Feng Chen looked at him: "I don't know."

"Is there no smell at all?"

"Ah."

King Jiulan stood up and walked a few steps back and forth irritably.

On the contrary, Feng Chen looked calm and calm, looking at the scenery outside the window quietly, without any anxiety or uneasiness, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

King Jiulan stopped, turned around and looked at him: "Don't stay in Liguo, go back to Jiulan with the widow first, and solve your problems before we talk."

"No need." Feng Chen shook his head, looked at the passers-by, and suddenly asked: "Tell me, is there really a god in this world?"

"Huh?" King Jiulan raised his eyebrows: "Why are you asking this? The widow is telling you about healing, so don't talk about other insignificant things."