Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Ying Wumei stood at the door of her room with the wide open door in astonishment, frowning deeply as she watched the man who took out plates of dishes from the food box.

"The head of the house is here at this time, is there anything?" He knocked on the door without saying a word and just put on a table of sumptuous dishes. What does this man want to do?Come to his room for a party?

"You're not late for dinner, aren't you?" Putting the empty food box on the ground beside him, Qi Diao Ming sat down, and said to the man at the door who was still sneering at him with a cold nose and a cold face.

"So what?" Ying Wumei angrily 'closed' the door.

His door was facing the courtyard, and this man sat there without any scruples. He was not afraid of being criticized, but he was also worried about getting into trouble.

"You'll know it when you read it." Qi Diaoming squinted at the two books on the small table beside him, "So I come to have dinner with you, so that people won't say that my Qi Diao Mansion has neglected the guests and is a source of criticism." He gave the two books A glass was filled with wine, and a glass was handed to Ying Wumei who was still standing not far away, staring at his stern face with deep eyes, wandering inch by inch...

"Thank you." Feeling uncomfortable being stared at, Ying Wumei moved her feet to the table, but just glanced at the gorgeous food on the table: "However, my spirit tribe is a wild man in the mountains, and I can't eat fancy food. I can’t wear brocade, and I’m not blessed to accept such hospitality.” After speaking, he turned around and walked back to the recliner next to the small table to sit down and continue reading.

"Alright." Qi Diaoming withdrew his hand, drank the wine in the glass and put it aside, did not refute his words, even nodded in agreement, and then began to drink and eat on his own.

"You..." Ying Wumei put down the book fiercely, and got angry, "Does the head of the family still lack a place to eat? Do you have to come to my tiled land to harass me, or say , the head of the family didn't even want me to exist in the last few days, and he couldn't wait to drive Wumei away."

"I just want to eat, can't I?" Qi Diaoming added a chopstick of West Lake Vinegar Fish to his mouth.

"Then why don't you eat in your room? Isn't there Lingluomei there? I believe it should be more comfortable than eating here." Ying Wumei felt that her patience had reached the limit, and she really couldn't understand how she could say to herself in this weekday. How could someone who didn't talk much to each other be so abnormal today?

"How do you know that he is Luomei?" Qi Diaoming stared deeply, wondering how confident his suspicion was.

"Uh..." I was stunned and speechless. When I was asked this question for the second time, Ying Wumei couldn't help but wonder, "Does the head of the family think that he is not Lingluomei? Unique!!" Speaking of the momentary loss of focus in the eyes at this time, although it is fleeting, it is still seen by those who are interested.

"Yes, Luomei has a peerless face." Qi Diaoming smiled sadly, "But with Luomei's character, the gain or loss of a face is not important at all." Look away.

"What do you mean?" Ying Wumei frowned deeply and asked cautiously.

"What's the point? By the way, does Elder Ying really plan not to eat with me?" Not wanting to push too hard, he changed the subject and raised his cup to invite, "after this time, little Juyuan The kitchen is rarely used anymore." He kindly reminded.

He sized up the calm and composed man in front of him suspiciously. After a while, he frowned slightly. Looking at the dishes on the table, he suddenly smiled coldly and sat down.Watching the man on the opposite side pick up the glass next to him and pour him a glass of wine, he picks up the chopsticks and eats by himself.

After a while, he still saw the man on the opposite side looking at him with a wine glass.

"what happened again?"

Qi Diaoming didn't speak, but pointed to the jug with his eyes, then pointed to his own empty glass.

"Can I still drink when I'm sick?" Ying Wumei took the cup and poured it for him.

"Wu Ya said there is no problem anymore." It has been more than half a month to heal his illness and he has not touched his lips with a drop of alcohol. For himself who is addicted to alcohol, this is the limit of patience.

"Really?" The cold sentence had no obvious meaning, Ying Wumei put down the flagon and began to eat.

"I don't know, what's going on in the Forbidden Garden at the moment." Taking a sip of sake, Qi Diaoming looked at the direction of the Forbidden Garden not far away along the half-closed window.

"Ascension to the Spirit Festival has been like this since ancient times, I believe that the owner of the house should know those details better than me." Ying Wumei didn't even lift her head, she picked up a piece of fried tofu and ate it deliciously.

Qi Diaoming stared at the dry table in front of him with one hand on his chin, and added a piece of fish meat to him: "It's not a monk in the temple, eating some meat is not a taboo."

Ying Wumei didn't bother with the meat and vegetables in the bowl, but watched the man continue to add more vegetables to him a little domineeringly.

"Thank you." He lowered his head and ate all the food he gave him, and drank a glass of wine at the end.

"How?" There was a flash of doubt in his eyes for a moment, and Qi Diaoming asked eagerly.

"What?" Ying Wumei asked.

"What do you think of the dishes?" Qi Diaoming was stunned for a moment, the matter exceeded his expectations, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

"Fortunately, especially this wine, it's very delicious." Ying Wumei poured herself another glass, toasted him as if showing off, and drank it down in one gulp.

"That's good." Closing his eyes to cover up the flashing confusion and disappointment, he couldn't believe that his guess was wrong. The person in front of him was surprisingly similar to Luomei in many ways, but he drank I drank that glass of wine, that glass of wine mixed with soul pearl powder.

Soul Orb—as the name suggests, it is a bead condensed by the souls of the Spirit Race. Every Lingzi has one. This Soul Orb will echo the charm on Lingzi’s wrist. As long as the two things touch each other, they will definitely bloom dazzlingly. shine.But......

Qi Diaoming looked at Ying Wumei's fair and normal wrist, wondering what went wrong.

Seeing him staring blankly at her wrist, Ying Wumei smiled coldly, "It's very strange, why isn't my wrist glowing?"

"Uh..." Qi Diaoming was startled, unexpectedly he had already seen through his intentions.

"Heh..." Ying Wumei put down her chopsticks, her eyes were full of sarcasm, "You want to try me with wine mixed with soul orb powder? Does the head of the house think I'm a lingluomei?"

Qi Diao was speechless, just looked at him, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his soul.

"Are you?" He asked cleverly, but he seemed to be asking himself, this person has too many similarities with Luo Mei, but his appearance, he couldn't explain why the dead Luo Mei changed his appearance, so He was not sure, and now, his unremarkable wrist made him even more uncertain.

"Hehe..." Ying Wumei didn't answer, but just smiled coldly, her voice sounded like the wind in the cold weather, icy and biting, "If I were Lingluomei, I'm afraid I can't do it right now. It's just a pile of dead bones. It's ridiculous to say that Ling Luomei was willing to risk her life back then, even betraying the entire spirit clan and committing a heinous mistake to protect her, but now she has become a decadent mobile shell. The Lord is thinking about his infatuation, but he lives here in a daze, thinking wildly all day long, thinking that Ling Luomei is so stupid and idiot, that he was deceived by your so-called infatuation back then and lost his life for nothing."

Ying Wumei's words pierced Qi Diaoming's pain, overwhelming pain and regret. At the same time, he seemed to have seen Luomei's angry curse before she died.

"Who the hell are you? Why did you come here? Why did you appear in the Qidiao Mansion with the curse of 'should have no plum'?" He looked at the man in front of him with the deepest hatred in his dark eyes.

"'Should have no plums'? The head of the family really interpreted it thoroughly." Ying Wumei looked at him contemptuously, "It is exactly 'should have no plums', because everyone in the clan hopes that Lingluomei will never appear, because he It is the root of disasters, from the moment of birth, people are destined to bring disasters and disasters, do you know why?"

Qi Diaoming didn't answer, just stared at him with dark eyes.

Ying Wumei didn't seem to care about his reaction at all, and continued: "Because he is also a traitor, and he is also a scourge of men and men. When he was born, his parents were executed by the tribe, and he was thrown in the mountains since he was a child. , if it wasn't for the accidental death of Lingzi selected at that time, the elders of the clan had no choice but to pick him up from the mountain and send him to Qidiao Mansion. No matter where he goes, he brings disasters with him, so he shouldn't have appeared at all People in this world should have no plums, this is a curse on him, a curse on Lingluomei..."

"Enough." Qi Diaoming slapped the desk, his eyes were burning with raging flames, he had already lost his mind under the rage, and the Fulong soft sword at his waist was resting on Ying Wumei's neck in an instant, and his power was out of control Underneath, his pale neck was already stained with blood-colored bright red.

"I should have said that I don't want to hear anyone insulting Luomei again, otherwise I will never show mercy." Qi Diaoming looked at Ying Wumei with a dark and ruthless look, "I take back my previous guess, you don't know what to do at all." Maybe it's Luomei." Such a soft and docile Luomei, his smile is as fresh as a white plum blossom after a light snow in early winter, how could such a Luomei be the vicious and vicious man in front of him...

"Hehe..." Ying Wumei sneered, "I thought so too. Ling Luomei died a long time ago, and died 23 years ago in the forbidden garden of Lacquer Diao Mansion. The head of the family knows this better than me. Isn't it? Can't you believe the cold corpse that was held in your arms for three days and three nights?"

Qi Diaoming stared at him, his furious anger had turned into chilling cold air, retracting his soft sword, he turned around resolutely, and left the room.

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