Reborn Dijiao

Chapter 289
Afterwards, when he came to her to show off his power, he laughed so much that he could only describe it as trembling flowers, he looked more and more like a girl.

He said, "So what if I did it? If you tell me without evidence, who will believe you?"

Extremely arrogant.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingwan's teeth itch with hatred.

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, like fragile butterfly wings, but when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were frosty, and the light in his eyes was like a snow-covered sharp blade.

"It's just a lot of people who died."

Originally, he planned to save this dead face until the end to deal with it, but since he thought his life was too long and rushed up to die, don't blame her for taking him first and making a few more cuts for the second room to come out.

Three days later.

Ye Qingwan was rarely interested today and wanted to play the piano for a while, but she just started to look at the empty yard and lost her mind while playing, her white and slender fingers plucked the strings again and again.

A blur of orange suddenly appeared in his vision, and he took a closer look, only to see Zhiyi appearing in the yard, running towards her in a panic.

She ran in a hurry, and when she reached Ye Qingwan, she was out of breath, her face was flushed, she was holding on to the corner of the table, panting continuously, unable to utter a word.

Ye Qingwan's hands paused, she was slightly startled, then fiddled with the strings two or three times casually, and said calmly: "What happened, so flustered."

Zhiyi complied, and said: "No girl, Ning Xiuya seems to have invited Yansi to the mansion."

"What did you say?" Ye Qingwan raised her eyelids abruptly, a pair of clear peach blossom eyes reflected half of her knowing face.

"Why did she come?" she asked.

Zhiyi shook her head and said, "I don't know, Cui Yao hastily finished talking with her servants and left, and now they are all waiting for Yan Si to come over in the main hall."

Ye Qingwan thought for a while before slowly getting up, put the piano away, then turned and went out the door.

As soon as her right foot took half a step towards the threshold, Ye Qingwan heard menacing footsteps.She frowned slightly, retracted her legs and fixed them in place.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingwan would stop suddenly, Zhiyi bumped into her body unexpectedly.

She supported the door frame to stabilize her figure, and apologized knowingly, but she didn't hear Ye Qingwan say a word for a long time.

"What's wrong girl?" Zhizhi asked.

Ye Qingwan went back to the house silently and sat down, waited for a while, but no one entered the Luoqing courtyard, her eyes fell on the closed courtyard door through the window.

"It seems," she smiled suddenly, and said meaningfully, "Second Aunt doesn't want me to go to the theater."

Zhiyi was stunned for a moment before she understood Ye Qingwan's meaning, "Then what should we do? Aren't we very passive?"

After a long silence, Ye Qingwan thought about it for a while, then glanced sideways at the big tree outside the window, her eyes were hard to distinguish.

She whispered: "No name."

Just as he finished speaking, he only had time to catch a glimpse of the black robe passing by, and when he looked back, Wuming stood behind him.

Looking at him, Ye Qingwan felt a little awkward.

She still couldn't face Wuming like Xu Gu, for example, when she looked at him, she looked at those black eyes, as if she was looking at Shen Heng.

Wuming, who was stared at by Ye Qingwan, didn't feel any discomfort at all, probably because of the mask covering his face, he met Ye Qingwan's scrutinizing eyes generously.

Ye Qingwan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally made a decision: "Take me to the main hall and don't show up."

Without any hesitation, Wuming put his big hands around Ye Qingwan's waist without hesitation, and led her away from the Luoqing courtyard, avoiding the servants guarding outside the courtyard, and finally landed on the eaves of the main hall.

Not to mention the main hall, even the entire Nanyuan has been surrounded by servants and maids, presumably out of curiosity, they came to explore the true face of the rare oiran in Xichun Building.

Ning Xiuya sat proudly on the seat as before, but compared to before, her eyes were dark blue, her face was haggard, and there were a few conspicuous white strands interspersed between her black temples. Heartbroken, a few strands of hair turned white.

And the other protagonist of this good show, Aunt Dai, was lying on the ground in a humiliating posture. The skirt of her lower body was soaked in blood, and her blood-stained cheeks were pressed against the cold ground. It was tightly frowning, as if he had endured great pain before fainting.

Ye Qingwan, who was used to seeing blood, didn't feel any discomfort, but frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Wuming immediately saw what Ye Qingwan was wondering about, took her hand directly, and silently wrote a few words on her palm.

Ye Qingwan was stunned for a moment when her calloused fingertips scraped across her palm, and then she felt her face burning hot. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of making a sound at this moment, she would definitely teach this daring guy a lesson.

Containing subtle emotions, Ye Qingwan quickly withdrew her hand after Wuming finished writing, stared at Wuming, and closed her five fingers into a fist.

What Wuming wanted to tell her was that Aunt Dai had her hamstring pulled.

Ye Qingwan was slightly surprised that Ning Xiuya's eyes were really red now, and she even gave up the image she had maintained for many years in order to vent her anger.

Immediately after a sigh sounded, Ye Qingwan knew that they came at the right time.

I saw a slender woman with a graceful figure coming from the outside towards the main hall with her accompanying maid. The cold wind blew by and her skirts fluttered, and there was a scent of flowers that wafted away, diluting the coolness of the early winter. .

I think it's Yan Si.

It's a pity that Yan Si wore a light veil on her face, covering her shameful face, which made many servants who came to inquire about her leave disappointed.

Yan Si stepped into the main hall, without even looking at Aunt Dai who was kneeling on the ground, she curtsied to Ning Xiuya.

Ning Xiuya raised her chin, showing her nostrils, trying to cover up her haggardness with arrogance, and restrain the rumored hot-tempered stunning beauty below.

"You are Yan Si?"

Yan Si nodded slightly.

The more Ye Qingwan looked at it, the more confused she became. When did Yan Si talk about etiquette like that?
Ning Xiuya pondered for a while, then suddenly gave a strange laugh and said, "Miss Yan, why don't you look at that person lying on the ground?"

Ye Qingwan squinted at Ning Xiuya contemptuously, with undisguised contempt in her eyes.

When did this Ning Xiuya learn from Aunt Dai?

The dignity she had managed to bring out was completely ruined by her strange tone, like a jealous woman who can't see others being better than herself.

Hearing what Ning Xiuya said, Yan Si raised her eyelashes Shi Shiran, glanced at Aunt Dai casually, and then immediately looked away from her, not at all.

It was as if it was to save Ning Xiuya's face, so she gave Aunt Dai a look, and if she looked twice more, her eyes would be dirty.

Yan Si said indifferently, "Who is she?"

Ye Qingwan's eyebrows were almost knit together.

I don't know if it's because Yan Si's voice is too low or they are too far away, she can't hear what Yan Si is saying clearly.

But Yan Si's indifferent words and deeds are really too wrong.

Is it the despair of seeing the sister who has been cared for in every possible way but cannot be saved, or is it the disheartening feeling that she will finally see her old lover again after so many years, but in fact, the only thing waiting for her is the old lover's marriage?

(End of this chapter)