When she woke up, she found that her hair was wet with cold sweat.
"Miss, what's wrong, miss..." Before Bei Xiaoxiao could catch her breath from the dream just now, she heard Mingyue's shouting.
"Mingyue, what's wrong?" Why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? Bei Xiaoxiao frowned, got up from the bed, and put on some clothes.
"Miss, I just heard about the Third Master, the Third Master..." Mingyue choked up as she spoke and couldn't even speak.[
"Yan Yu? What happened to him?" Seeing her looking like she was about to cry, an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of her heart. She stepped forward, held her shoulders and said loudly: "What happened to him?" Already?"
"At midnight last night, the third master had been poisoned... and died..." Mingyue was already sobbing when she finished speaking.
"What?" Mingyue's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, making her mind go blank. How could it be possible that Yan Yu was lying? No, it must be a lie. She didn't believe it, she didn't believe it... Bei Xiao Xiao shook his head desperately.
"Miss, you must cheer up..." Mingyue saw her face pale and her body crumbling, and she couldn't help but worry and stepped forward to help her.
"No, you must be lying to me, I don't believe him... no..." Bei Xiaoxiao suddenly reached out and pushed away her support.
Then he bolted outside and ran away. Mingyue must be joking. Yesterday Yan Yu was so energetic and said those heartless words to her. How could he suddenly...
But why was she so distressed that she could hardly breathe, and her eyes were blurred with tears. Before she reached Yan Yu's courtyard, she had already heard bursts of wailing and crying.
This time no one stopped her, and she could walk into Yan Yu's bedroom smoothly. Uncle Cheng knelt in front of the bed, crying so hard that the four guardians of Xiao, Yan, Shang and Mei stood beside Yan Yu. Beside the bed, although their faces were still expressionless, their eyes were shining with sorrow.
Bei Xiaoxiao slowly walked towards him from the door. He was lying quietly on the bed. The clothes on his body had been changed. They were brand new clothes that she had never seen before. His bun was also neatly combed. He usually wore his hair in a bun casually, but now he wore it in such a formal bun. She was not used to it. She still liked his casual dressing and didn't like it being so formal.
