After she sat down, most of the young masters and ladies of the Xi family would chat with her and say a few words.
Although she didn't talk much and didn't look warm, her answers were not perfunctory.
"Uncle Seven is back!"
Suddenly someone said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the flower hall fell silent for a moment.
Yun Qiao's table was close to the door, and she was sitting with her back to the door. When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw a man walking into the flower hall.
The man has a slender figure and wears an old-style ivory white gown that accentuates the graceful curves of his shoulders and back. His steps are unhurried and slow, his temperament is gentle, and he is a humble gentleman.
Yun Qiao looked at him several times.
The man didn't look at her and walked towards the main table.
It was getting lively over there.
Sitting next to Yun Qiao is the eighth young master of the Xi family, who is about the same age as Yun Qiao. He is introducing the man to Yun Qiao enthusiastically: "You haven't met him yet, have you? He is the seventh uncle."
The seventh master of the Xi family was born to the old lady when she was forty-five years old. He is an old man and has been pampered since childhood.
However, Master Qi has always been in poor health. He usually lives in the courtyard, does not study much, and does not socialize. He only has an errand in the army and has no reputation.
He was supposed to be a romantic dandy, but he turned out to be a weak and weak medicine pot.
Yun Qiao looked over there again.
At this time, Mr. Xi Qi suddenly looked towards the door. His gaze was far away, as if it was falling on Yun Qiao, but it seemed that there was no such distant gaze, passing through the crowd, wandering erratically.
"Don't mess with Uncle Qi. Uncle Qi is the most mysophobic, so don't get close to him." Xi Bashao said again.
Yun Qiao listened Xuxu and didn't care much.
The New Year's Eve dinner was not over yet. Master Qi covered his chest with his hands, feeling vaguely uncomfortable, so he was the first to get up and leave.
When passing by Yun Qiao, Yun Qiao smelled a bit of aura emanating from him, which was a bit bitter.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, the stage in the courtyard was set up, and everyone sat together to watch the show.
Yun Qiao felt a little sleepy.
The best theater troupes and the most famous actors in the world all worshiped her grandmother's dock, and they often went to Yun Qiao's house during holidays to perform for their grandparents.
Yun Qiao felt that it was boring. When she saw several young masters from the Xi family sneaking away, Yun Qiao also quietly slipped out.
New Year's Eve in the city is extremely lively, more lively than in the countryside, with the sound of firecrackers everywhere; fireworks explode in the dark night sky from time to time, making them colorful.
Yun Qiao walked back and saw Fourth Master Xi coming back from the fourth room. It turned out that he had also slipped back and was going to listen to the play again.
She didn't want to say hello to him, so she planned to take a path and walk towards the small bamboo forest.
Her steps are very light, and her martial arts practice allows her to stay silent.
When she approached the small bamboo forest, she saw Master Xi Qi.
Master Xi Qi was still wearing the same ivory white gown. But now he had a sharp short blade between his slender fingers and struck at the man kneeling in front of him.
The man's neck was slashed open.
Blood spurted out, was illuminated by a burst of fireworks, and spread all over Mr. Xi Qi.
The white gown was suddenly dyed red, so red.
Her whole body froze.
But when Xi Qiye turned his face and glanced at her steadily, the faint glow of the lantern in the distance fell on his face, and that gentle and gentle face changed completely in an instant.
He trimmed his eyebrows and slanted them, his eyes curved with dotted paint, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
A malicious smile.
He is like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, but he is clothed in the gentlest human skin.
Only in the dead of night, when no one is around, will he reveal his true face.
Yun Qiao subconsciously took half a step back.
Xi family, what’s the secret?
"Come here, little girl." He waved.
When Yun Qiao came to his senses, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat, and that Master Xi Qi had not turned into a monster, he was just standing there looking careless.
Her steps were uncontrollable, and she stepped forward.
Master Xi Qi handed the short blade in his hand to Yun Qiao. The blood was still wet on it and was still vaguely warm.
He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood on his hands. His hands were very slender and had clear joints, which were the most beautiful.
"Uncle Qi is in poor health and can't do heavy work. Do him a favor and cut open his stomach. This bastard little bastard stole Uncle Qi's key and actually swallowed it." Master Xi Qi said casually.