Seeing such an expression, Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
She also pursed her lips, pressing the sudden surge of emotion into a thin line, and pressing it back into her lungs.
Ning Yi below heard the movement, turned to look at her with a smile, waved to her, and said, "You're here."
"Um."
The question was casual and the answer was simple. It seemed that she just met her in the rest garden after finishing business, so she greeted her lightly.
And all kinds of dangers are far away, and the hostile thousands of people who have just dispersed seem to have never existed.
"Come here." Ning Yi called her again.
Feng Zhiwei walked down slowly, and stopped a few feet in front of him.
Listening to her footsteps, Ning Yi frowned and said with a smile: "Why are you so coy today, are you scared?"
Feng Zhi smiled, but still did not approach, and asked, "What's going on inside?"
"It's still the same." Ning Yi got up, brushed the leaf chessboard, and came to pull her, "Is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten all day, and I'm starving to death."
Feng Zhiwei dodged and hid far away, and replied: "No."
"What happened to you today?" Ning Yi frowned and stopped, "You blame me for not robbing people, don't you? The clan ancestral hall is too important, and making troubles will not be good for you in the South China Sea in the future, so I choose to wait... "
"No, it's not." Zhiwei Feng immediately said, "You can't grab it hard, and I can only do it this way."
"It's hard to say." Ning Yi smiled grimly, "This king's patience is limited. If the Yan family really dare not give the court face, this king will naturally dare not give them a way out."
He walked in front of Feng Zhiwei, Feng Zhiwei took a few steps back, and passed him when he was about to pull her sleeve, her faint fragrance blew past her nose, and there was a faint other breath, Ning Yi was startled, subconsciously sniffed again, but she had already walked away.
He stood there quietly, his face gradually faded, but he didn't speak anymore, and said coldly: "Since you are here, you should handle this matter, and I shouldn't do it for you. You can decide for yourself."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, and Feng Zhiwei remained silent, watching Chu Wang's guards quickly gather in a team and prepare to leave.
Suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps coming, Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw a petite and exquisite woman in a cloth skirt, Jingchai, running to the tree, saw the big tree, tied the cloth skirt around her waist and climbed up, holding a shield The army commander blocked his gun and shouted: "Who!"
"Family of Qianshui Village, Fengzhou, South China Sea, Hua Qiong asks to see His Highness." The woman raised her head, with a slightly dark face, beautiful eyebrows and very clear articulate words.
Ning Yi turned around.
The woman kowtowed to the tree and said, "Your Highness, the civilian girl is here to open the door for you!"
Both Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi suddenly looked back, with joy in their eyes - only the Yan family of their own family can enter the ancestral hall, and everyone else is the enemy of the whole family. In the current situation of the Yan family, no Yan family will open the door for them. They had no choice but to stand in a stalemate. If the Yan family could open the door, then there would be no problem.
"Who are you?" Ning Yi was very calm, "Your surname is Hua, not Yan. It is a capital offense for someone from the Yan family to open the door. Don't seek your own death."
"Your Highness." Hua Qiong kowtowed, and said loudly, "In this ancestral hall, there are women, mother-in-law and husband. If they can't live together, it's better to die together!"
Both of them were surprised at the same time, "Husband?"
Feng Zhiwei let out an "uh", never thought that Yan Huaishi already had a wife in Nanhai, why didn't he hear him mention it? Also, Yan Huaishi is a child of the Yan family, this woman is his wife and should be well-dressed, why is it just a fisherman's attire
Feng Zhiwei's eyes fell on her hands and feet. This woman was barefoot in straw sandals, her trousers were rolled up high, and on her wrists and ankles, there were bloodstains from the ropes, some places were worn to the bone, dripping with blood.
How did she get here? Break free? Running all the way? So the straw sandals are torn and scarred
"Let her come here." Feng Zhiwei ordered, the guards moved out of the way, Hua Qiong climbed down the tree with some difficulty, and instead of coming over to greet them, she went straight to the entrance of the ancestral hall.
While passing by, a pair of harpoons were pulled out from behind.
Feng Zhiwei let out another "uh", dumbfounded.
This is not to make trouble, is it
She was a little worried, so she had to follow. Hua Qiong walked to the door of the ancestral hall, knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Sun Yanchangtian, the 732nd generation head of the Yan family, please see the suzerain!"
Feng Zhiwei and Ning Yi looked at each other, thinking that they have dealt with the Yan family recently, they have never heard of this person, is he the eldest grandson of the Yan family
Besides, it's obviously a man's name, didn't this woman say her name is Hua Qiong
The door of the ancestral hall was opened carefully, half of a face protruded, vaguely it was Yan Huaiyuan, with a livid face, he first glanced at Ning Yi and Feng Zhiwei, then at Hua Qiong, seemed startled, and then cursed.
"You little widow! Slut! What Yan Changtian? Who is Yan Changtian? The Yan family has only entered the 730th generation so far. Where did the 732nd generation come from? You have a foreign surname, dare to knock The door of the ancestral hall, dare to talk nonsense in the holy place of the ancestral hall, I will kill you immediately!"
"Kill if you have the guts!" Hua Qiong was not afraid, "As long as you dare to bear the name of disobedience to your ancestors and kill your grandson of Yan's family at the gate of this ancestral hall, I will obey you!"
"What is the eldest grandson of the house, get out!" Yan Huaiyuan was furious, and stretched out his hand to push her.
Hua Qiong suddenly took a step back, brazenly lifted his outer shirt, straightened his abdomen, and shouted: "Yan Changtian is here!"
Thousands of people fell silent for an instant.
Feng Zhiwei opened his mouth wide open.
Gu Nanyi stared blankly at the protruding belly, and looked at the little walnut in his hand.
Ning Cheng fell headlong into the dust.
In the sunlight, the woman took off her shirt, revealing her naked body in front of thousands of people, only her belly, which was covered by a thin layer of single clothes, was slightly protruding, and through the sparse fabric, the stretch marks on it could almost be seen.
Yan Huaiyuan stayed there, his hands stretched out in the air and he didn't know how to retract them.
"The eldest grandson of the 732nd generation of your Yan family is now in my stomach." Hua Qiong looked fierce, not caring about his messy clothes, and calmly met Yan Huaiyuan's eyes, saying word by word, "Accept Continuing the genealogy of seven hundred and thirty-two generations, this generation is 'Chang', I named him Yan Changtian, Yan Huaiyuan, and now, Yan Changtian is going in!"