When Qinglan saw Caiyi coming, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "Where is Qiongying? Why haven't she come to me these two days?"
Caiyi had no expression or answer, but said, "I'm here to tell you that Yun Fang is gone."
"Why are you no longer here?" Qing Lan said in shock. What's wrong if it was not found?
"Yun Fang was dead fifteen years ago, you know, but you just don't remember it." Caiyi said.
"What did you say? How could Yun Fang die? How could it be? I was with her in the Zijing Tower a few days ago, how could I not remember it!" Qing Lan's face turned pale and she shouted excitedly.
"Yun Fang is indeed dead, please feel sorry for Mr. Qinglan." Caiyi said in form.
"How is it possible? Yun Fang won't die..." Qing Lan squatted down, hugged her head, and if she dies, she will disappear and will never come back.
"Young Master Qinglan, your memory is confused. Maybe you will remember it after your injury heals. I will take it back first." After speaking, Caiyi left.
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At night, Caiyi reported Qinglan's situation to Qiongying, and by the way, she came here without any intention.
"Caiyi, what's the matter with the master looking for me?" Wu Xin asked with a slight uneasy.
"I don't know, I guess I'm asking about Mr. Qinglan's situation." Caiyi replied. She didn't dare to guess the Lord's meaning, but judging from what I said just now, Lord seemed... particularly concerned about Qinglan.
"What's wrong with Qinglan?" Wu Xin's face darkened, and there was a little coldness in her beautiful eyes.
"The man named Yun Fang is already dead. Young Master Qinglan seems to be hit hard when he learns it." Caiyi said, and had already arrived at the gate of the bedroom.
Wuxin stepped into the gate and looked at the night in the distance, his heart was a little confused. The master seemed to care about Qinglan too much. No, he should have cared about the stupid Qinglan. Originally, Qinglan should have been thrown away.
When I came to the bedroom, the room temperature here was the same as outside, it was deserted and quiet, and even the light gauze curtain was like an ice curtain.
"Master." Wu Xin only vaguely looked at the figure in the inner room outside the gauze curtain, sighing slightly in her heart. Even if she was not through the gauze curtain, she still couldn't see clearly.
"Can Qinglan's illness be cured?" A cold voice came out through the veil curtain.
"When the blood stasis in the back of the brain dissipates, it may be restored. Wuxin will do his best to treat it." Wuxin lowered his head slightly. The master said that day that Qinglan would send him away when his illness was cured. Is it the same now?
"When will it be dispersed?"
"This is difficult to confirm. Maybe. Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe it may always be like this. The worst plan will not recover even if the blood stasis is dissipated." Wu Xin replied truthfully, feeling extremely heavy.
After a while of silence, a cool breeze suddenly blew from outside the hall, passing through the hall, and gently lifting the curtain of the gauze.
The fluctuations of the air, with a slight fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of medicine, spread for a moment and gradually dissipated.
Qiongying stretched her eyebrows, took a light breath, and said, "Come here."
Wu Xin was stunned for a moment, then slowly passed by, crossed the veil curtain in confusion, and then stood behind Qiongying, waiting for the order.
Qiongying turned around, stared at Wuxin a little, and then took a step closer.
She was a little taller than Wuxin, like a condescending king.
"Master?" Wu Xin was stunned. It was only half a step away. Such mysterious cold charm and unparalleled beauty would burn the eyes and stun the heart.