"You go and get some snow water and send it to me." Ye Chen said.
"Is that right now? Is it sent to your pavilion by Mr. Ye Chen?" Cai Yi looked puzzled. Why did Mr. Ye Chen ask her to go? Even if he mainly uses tea, Xueshui should be sent to the tea room.
"Yes." Ye Chen nodded and said.
"Do you want to send it to the tea room? Is it for making tea for the Lord?" Caiyi asked a few more questions.
"...Will the master use tea now?" Ye Chen asked in confusion.
"The Lord didn't say that, but you have always been brewing tea for Mr. Ye Chen. You have been away for more than ten days, so Caiyi has been done for you. Fortunately, you are back for Mr. Ye Chen, otherwise you will have to do it for you again tomorrow morning."
Speaking of this, Caiyi breathed a sigh of relief. Her tea art was impeccable in the eyes of outsiders, but in front of the Lord, she probably couldn't catch up with Mr. Ye Chen.
Ye Chen looked at Caiyi, with a hint of inquiry and doubt in his eyes. She didn't like Caiyi's making tea? He always made tea?
"Caiyi goes to get the snow water first." Caiyi saw that it was getting late, so she left.
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The door of the pharmacy was closed and had not been opened since yesterday.
Jing Ao wandered outside for a while, and Wuxin was in the pharmacy these two days, and he had been in the pharmacy for a day and a half. He was a little worried.
He waited for a long time but didn't hear any sound inside, so he quietly approached the door, but still didn't hear any sound.
He usually heard the sound of pounding medicine or saw smoke in the chimney on the roof. Now there was no movement, and he was even more worried.
So he quietly moved to the window and glanced inside through the crack of the window.
The room was dark, and she was still wearing a white gauze dress, she took off her usual coldness, looked sad and had a dull look.
She sat there, as if she was a little tired. She supported her chin with one hand and placed the other on the table table, with a small brocade box on her palm.
Jing Ao was surprised and could see the truth. Such unintentionality was something he had never seen before. It turned out that she was not cold, coldness was just her disguise. She was the real her at this moment. She was so melancholy and sad, he saw
I feel heartbroken, why is she sad?
Seeing the box on her palm, he couldn't see clearly because the room was too dark, so he pried open the crack of the window a little more.
It is an ordinary brocade box, square, wood-colored, and palm-sized. The more he looks, the more familiar he feels. If he sees it clearly, he will definitely remember it.
So he took the risk of prying the crack in the window and almost drilled his head into it. When he looked at it, he immediately remembered that at Lance Academy...
"who?"
With a bang, a heavy paper town hit the crack in the window accurately and hit Jing Ao's forehead.
"ah!"
Jing Ao groaned, he was so obsessed that he fell back unexpectedly, and covered his forehead, frowned in pain.
"How dare you peek!" Wu Xin opened the door and looked at him coldly, and said coldly.
"I, I..." Jing Ao sat on the ground in a mess, knowing that he was inappropriate and was speechless for a moment.
Suddenly, he felt a little wet on his hands. He put down his hands and saw that it was startled. His hands were covered with blood. The blood on his forehead could not be stopped. It flowed down his handsome face, shocking.
Wu Xin watched coldly and said coldly: "Peeling always costs some price."
Jing Ao was crying without tears, and immediately reached out to cover his forehead to stop the bleeding. He saw a blood-stained paper town next to him. This paper town was made of black black iron, so it was a blessing not to smash his head.
So he picked up the paper town with great care, then got up and walked to her.