After the funeral, the heavy haze still hung over the scene, and people slowly dispersed in groups of two or three, looking solemn and tired.

Feng Chenning raised her hand and gently rubbed her temple, trying to dispel the dull pain that was tightening her head. The phone in her bag suddenly vibrated, and the screen lit up, with the name of the housekeeper Feng Li flashing on it.

His fingertips slid across the screen to answer the call. Before he could say anything, he heard a few anxious and suppressed gasps from the other end of the phone. Then he tried to steady his tone and said, "Saintess, something happened in the Holy Land."

The voice came through the receiver, with a rustling sound like electricity, and penetrated Feng Chenning's ears clearly.

Her hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, Feng Chenning remained awake: "What's going on? Speak slowly."

Feng Li's words were filled with anxiety and embarrassment: "Number 20 discovered the secret of your study and is now clamoring to see you, otherwise..."

"What else?" Feng Chenning frowned. Number 20 had been disobedient for more than a day or two.

"He said that if he couldn't see you, he would commit suicide."

Feng Chenning had also seen a lot of things, so she said in a deep voice, "What tricks is he playing? Tell him, if he wants to die so badly, then let him die."

Hearing this, Feng Li's face was filled with bitterness.

"Saint, No. 20 is not joking this time. That day, I went to tidy up the study as usual. I forgot to lock the secret compartment due to negligence. Who would have thought that No. 20 went in at that time and somehow triggered the mechanism and found the object inside.

When I noticed, he was already shocked and stunned. I wanted to comfort him and explain, but he was like a madman, and kept saying he wanted to see you to get things cleared up. I tried to coax him and pressure him, but it has dragged on until now, and I really have no other options. "

Feng Chenning carried her bag and walked out slowly, looking towards the cemetery courtyard, but her mind was not on the lush green plants at all.

She knew very well that No. 20 had a bad temper and always acted unruly, but this was the first time he threatened someone with his life.

It seems that the secret in the study has made him lose his defense.

"My study has many hidden items and many secrets. What did he see in that secret compartment that made him want to commit suicide? He is such a strange person." Feng Chenning tilted his head and thought.

Feng Li hurriedly shook his head and sighed helplessly:

"It's not clear whether he knows everything. When I found him, the study was already in a mess, and he had already gone mad. The study is now sealed off, waiting for you to go back and deal with it."

After saying this, Feng Li even cursed in his heart. Number 20 had always been reckless, but if he really did something as extreme as suicide, the troubles he would cause after his death would be far beyond imagination. Not only would the plans made over the years be destroyed, but it would also lead to many complicated entanglements.

"Oh, put him in the guest room in the west wing and assign someone to watch him closely. Don't let him make any more noise. Let him wait slowly and then call No. 21."

Feng Chenning snorted coldly but did not stop.

Feng Li on the other end of the phone paused and continued, "Saint, we will be in City G on the 21st."

Feng Chenning is currently in City G. "Where is he? Forget it, send someone to bring him back."

"Yes." Feng Li knew Feng Chenning would be back soon after receiving the order.

"If necessary, we can only use extraordinary means to completely stop him from exploring."

"Feng Li understands."

*

The moment you step into the holy land, a familiar and solemn atmosphere hits you.

The sunlight filtered through the mottled window frames, casting tiny shadows. Feng Chenning did not go directly to see No. 20, but went straight back to his residence.

She gently opened the carved wardrobe and finally chose a moon-white Hanfu.

The plain brocade fabric was embroidered with delicate cloud patterns using silver thread. Exquisite ruyi patterns were faintly visible on the cuffs and hem of the skirt, like a flowing sign of auspiciousness.

The collar was slightly open, revealing her fair and slender neck. A jade pendant of crystal clear texture hung in front of her chest, swaying gently with her movements, emitting a warm luster, as if condensing a thousand years of ancient charm in a small space.

In front of the dressing table, Feng Chenning raised her hand lightly, picked up the wooden comb, and slowly combed her cascading black hair. She simply tied her hair into a bun, pinned it with a carved jade hairpin, and let a few strands of hair hang down.

She lightly painted her lips red, her eyebrows were as black as distant ink, and her makeup was light and elegant, but it made her pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes look even brighter and deeper, as if they contained the stars and the sea.

After finishing the decoration, Feng Chenning walked towards the study room with light steps.

The door of the study was closed. She opened it with the key and pushed it gently.

With a creaky sound, the door slowly opened, and the scent of ink from books mixed with the scent of old wood in the room instantly enveloped her.

Everywhere you look, there is chaos piled up wantonly.

The neck of the desk lamp was tilted, the lampshade was covered with dust, and the light had difficulty penetrating this layer of "mist", trying to cut out a small piece of dim light in the chaos.

On the walls around, the calligraphy and paintings that were originally hung neatly now had crooked frames, and a corner of the map was torn off, fluttering in the breeze.

Hardcover classics and yellowed old paperbacks were lying sideways, and the manuscripts on the desk were scattered like snowflakes with curled corners.

The fountain pen rolled down randomly, the pen cap was missing, and the ink spread out on the table, forming a few strange "ink flowers".

Feng Chenning's expression was calm, like a deep pool without ripples. He showed no pity for the paper under his feet. Every step he took was firm, making a slight "rustling" sound.

The paper shrank and shifted under her feet, but it couldn't hold her back from moving forward.

She walked straight to a corner of the wall, where there was a secret compartment cleverly concealed by intricate carvings.

It was the only place in this messy study that could move her heart, and it was also the dormant place of many forgotten past events and hidden truths.

Feng Chenning raised his hand to brush away the strands of spider silk hanging in front of the secret compartment, and his fingertips groped along the carved patterns, accurately finding a slightly concave mechanism.

She pressed it with a little force, and with a low "click" sound, the secret compartment slowly opened.

The eyes that were originally as calm as water, at the moment of seeing clearly what was in the secret compartment, ripples appeared, just like a breeze quietly blowing across the lake, breaking the usual tranquility.

It is a yellowed painting, but fortunately it is fine.

The scrolls are quietly stacked deep in the dark compartment, and the years have covered them with a layer of yellowish gauze.

But the appearance of the people in the painting is still so vivid and clear, as if they were just outlined with brushstrokes and smudged with colors yesterday.

Feng Chenning carefully untied it and slowly unfolded the scroll, only to see that the person sketched on it was Le Chengrou.

In the painting, she is in her prime, wearing a light pink silk dress, standing lightly among the spring flowers. The hem of her skirt seems to be blown by the breeze, and she seems to be flying, like a flower fairy who has strayed into the mortal world.

Her long black hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands of hair falling on her fair neck, adding a bit of playfulness and agility; her eyes were curved into crescents, with stars hidden in her clear eyes, and the corners of her lips were raised, revealing a smile brighter than spring flowers.

That is the brilliance that belongs only to the carefree youth, overflowing with longing and expectations for life and the future.

Feng Chenning raised his hand, and his fingertips trembled as they touched the edge of the scroll. The touch was rough yet soft, as if he was making peace with the past.

The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, but a tear quietly slipped down the corner of her eye, and the tear fell on the scroll, leaving a small wet mark.