Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

A soft sigh came from the bamboo pavilion in the lotus pond in the backyard, following the sound, Ying Wumei sat alone at the round bamboo table in the center of the pavilion, drinking by herself.His brows never let go from the moment he sat down. He stared straight at the lotus pond surrounded by pavilions. Most of the lotus flowers in the pond had withered when the wind blew in the autumn night, leaving only half-yellow flowers. The half-green lotus leaves sway in the wind.

After drinking the glass of wine that arrived just now, he stood up and walked to the lotus pond.Stretching out the most dense part of the lotus leaves, in the mass of dark green, you can vaguely see a little light yellow appearing and disappearing.It was a yellow lotus that still bloomed in an inappropriate season, probably due to the season's relationship, the color was a bit dark, and it looked like a dark golden golden lotus from a distance.

Sighing again, Ying Wumei let go of the lotus leaf to let it continue to hide his unique beauty, turned around and walked back to the bamboo pavilion.Looking up, she happened to see the direction of the Forbidden Garden not far away, Ying Wumei suddenly remembered what happened in the Forbidden Garden yesterday morning.

For the entire spirit race, one Lingluomei is enough. If Shenglian also ends up like that, I'm afraid, he may not have the luck to commit suicide like Lingluomei to seek relief.

Ugh......

"Drinking alone with sorrow, I don't know what Elder Ying is worrying about?" Qi Diaoming stepped into the pavilion and sat on the chair opposite Ying Wumei.

"Sick, why would the head of the family go out late at night, causing the cold and dew all over his body." Ying Wumei poured a cup for herself, and sipped lightly.

Qi Diaoming said indifferently, "I was asleep, but just now I was tossed by coughing again." He reached for the flagon and poured a glass for himself.

"I am plagued by chronic diseases, but the head of the family still wants to act so casually. I am afraid that even if it is a panacea, it will be difficult to cure." Ying Wumei looked away from Qi Diaoming, and her cold tone made it impossible to speak clearly. No sign of caring.

"I have been used to it for many years." The hand that raised the cup hesitated for a moment, and finally drank it down. "For a while... I can't quit."

Putting down the cup, Ying Wumei turned and left the pavilion without even looking at him.

The staring gaze turned cold after the figure completely disappeared into the darkness, and Qi Diaoming turned his head to look at the place by the pool where Ying Wumei had just stayed.

"Luomei, is this your soul guide, or..." He stroked the pair of plum jade pendants that he never left his hands, with a desolate expression and a hint of inexplicable confusion alone in this bleak autumn wind.. ....

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Early the next morning, Ying Wumei could almost be said to be woken up by the noise of people coming and going outside, frowning and staring at the figures constantly running outside the window, he had no choice but to turn over and get up.

Probably hearing the commotion in the house, the maid in charge of serving him knocked on the door twice, opened the door and walked in after obtaining his consent.

"Elder Ying, the washing water and cloth towels are ready. If you want something to eat in the morning, I'll bring it to the kitchen."

"Whatever you want." Ying Wumei took a cloth towel and wiped her face with water, and suddenly thought of something that stopped the maidservant to leave.

"By the way, why is it so noisy this morning, what happened?"

"No, the concubine is here." The maidservant replied.

"Auntie?"

"Yes, it's Madam's sister, young aunt of young masters and ladies." Watching him wash up, the maid carefully poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, and then said: "Because I learned that the master is ill, I came here from the south to visit him. .”

"south?"

"Yes, my concubine was originally the second daughter-in-law of Master Cheng, Minister of the Ministry of War, but the second general Cheng passed away suddenly three years ago, leaving only one son and one daughter. Because of her grief, my concubine took her daughter to live in another courtyard in the south. "There are questions and answers, and the maidservant's answers are polite, that is, she won't make a lot of gaffes, and she won't make people feel that she is neglecting the guests.

"Go down." Ying Wumei waved her hand.

"Yes, please wait a moment, Elder Ying, I'll go to the kitchen and bring you breakfast." The maid bowed and left the room.

Standing up, Ying Wumei went to the window and opened it. The autumn morning was still a bit cold, and it was the time when thousands of chrysanthemums were blooming in the chrysanthemum garden, and many servants were still busy in the yard. Moving things, for some reason, he always felt that the expressions of these people seemed a little reluctant.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled thinking about it, besides, what does it have to do with him as an outsider?

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open, and the maid from just now came in with a tray.

"Use it at the elder's request." The maidservant arranged the bowl and chopsticks.

"It's okay, you can go down now." Ying Wumei couldn't get used to always standing by her side when eating.

"Yes." The maidservant bent down to salute and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Elder Ying, just now the third young master ordered that Elder Ying can go to the master's room after breakfast."

"I see." Ying Wumei continued to eat without any normal reaction.

The maid nodded and backed out.

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