The snow in Chang'an City is getting heavier and heavier.
Ye Ruoxue was practicing in the pavilion. Su Linglong came over with melon and fruit liqueur and said carefully and gently: "Xue'er, you have been practicing all morning. It's time to take a rest. Don't be exhausted."
Su Linglong put down the food, took the white jade ointment from the maid's hand, opened it, and applied it on Ye Ruoxue's slightly red face.
"Fortunately, it didn't leave any traces."
Su Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I heard that Ye Chuyue sent someone to buy a slave from the underground market at a high price today. He was a man named Rakshasa. Ye Chuyue also gave her a demon-drinking knife. I don't know.
What exactly does Ye Chuyue want to do?"
Ye Ruoxue's cheeks were covered with a thin layer of white jade paste. She raised her head and looked at the sky through the snow outside the pavilion.
"It's noon, how about the execution ground?" Ye Ruoxue asked.
Su Linglong sighed: "Siyu has been cut into pieces by five horses."
"I will remember her." Ye Ruoxue said.
Su Linglong's eyes turned red, "Xue'er, mother, you are the only one I can rely on."
"Of course I'm better than those two losers." Ye Ruoxue sneered.
Su Linglong wiped her tears and said, "I heard that Mo Qingwu is here. I'm going to the underground market tonight. I've bought a gift for my mother. You can take it to meet her tonight."
What the two of them didn't know was that not far outside the pavilion, behind the rockery, a pair of eerie eyes like ink were looking at them like a ghost.
Ye Siyu wore a jet-black skull mask on his face, a spacious black robe, and a demon-drinking knife at his waist.
She gradually retracted her eyes, and opened the corners of her mouth with a cruel smile.
Five horses cut the body into pieces.
Really cruel.
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That night, the underground market in Chang'an City was completely abuzz.
It is said that the disciples of Shenxuan Academy, led by Mo Qingwu, will come to the underground market.
Doctor Ye, who amazed Shili Changjie that day, agreed to the Xiao family's request through Song Su's mouth and was willing to heal Xiao Tianyou's injuries.
Therefore, most people in Chang'an City flocked to the underground market.
A carriage with gilt fragments inlaid on all sides slowly walked through Chang'an Street, entered the ten-mile long street of the underground market, and headed to the auction house.
In the carriage, besides Chu Yue, there were two other people.
Ye Gucheng.
Ye Siyu.
To be precise, Ye Siyu now has a new name: Rakshasa.
Ye Siyu looked at Chu Yue in confusion, wondering why she came to the underground market.
"Ye Chu...Master, you have to be careful. Ye Ruoxue and Mo Qingwu have a very good relationship. If you come here, they will never forgive you." Ye Siyu said.
Chu Yue leaned on the soft cushion, feeling lazy and comfortable, and responded indifferently.
When the carriage stopped, Chu Yue suddenly took off the veil from her face.
Ye Siyu was slightly startled.
During this period, Ye Chuyue covered her face with a veil every day to hide her stunning appearance. Why now?
"Put on your cloak."
After Chu Yue finished speaking, she lifted the curtain and walked out of the carriage.
After Ye Gucheng's orders, they both put on cloaks to cover their faces.
Chu Yue stepped forward and saw countless people pouring in from all directions.
Each look in his eyes was filled with fanatical admiration.
It’s like seeing the gods you worship day and night!
Ye Siyu was quite puzzled.
Even if Ye Chuyue's appearance is stunning, it won't be like this, right?
At this moment, I saw crowds of people surging, and they moved away from both sides to make way for a bright road.
Song Su and Yun Ji came quickly with people from the auction house.
Song Su walked up to Chu Yue and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, Song has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in -"
An uproar!
The wind howled by.
Ye Siyu froze, and his eyes under Ye Gucheng's cloak were shining darkly.