Even so, the coercion revealed by the man's body made everyone fearful and uneasy, they all stood up and saluted Qin Wuyan: "High Priest!"
Qin Wuyan clenched his fist against his lips, coughed twice: "What did you say about Madam just now?"
"Ma'am, ma'am, she...is in good health." The witch doctor said after considering Qin Wuyan's changing complexion. Too much stimulation, I became... I don't remember much after the age of sixteen."
Qin Wuyan: "..., when did it happen?"
"Just... right after you were poisoned."
"When did the butler die?"
"After you were poisoned, the butler was brought back. The guard who escorted the butler said that he encountered bandits on the way...Master Qingyun has already sent people to strangle those bandits." The witch doctor Simply knowing everything.
Qin Wuyan's thin body swayed, turned around, raised his feet and walked out.
The drizzle was falling, and the lanterns under the eaves were emitting dim light. The witch doctor stood at the door, not daring to chase after him, so he could only remind him, "High Priest, you are weak and should not be soaked in the cold wind..."
Qin Wuyan's back has quickly disappeared from his sight.
Zhuang Xiaoyu finally finished drawing a picture of walking in the snow and looking for plums. After putting the brush on the inkstone, she turned around and went to the ear room to freshen up.
By the time he finished grooming and came out of the ear room wrapped in a robe, the ink on the painting had dried.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was about to pick up the pen and wanted to draw another portrait on the painting, but was struggling to know how to write, when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The cold wind came in from outside the door, the candlelight flickered, Zhuang Xiaoyu looked up at the door.
Just one glance, and I can't take my eyes away.
The candlelight was flickering, the light and shadow were hazy, the handsome man who suddenly barged in before his eyes was as if he had just stepped out of a painting, the man was thin and frail, panting slightly, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were like deep pools in ancient wells, and they were as black as ink.
Qin Wuyan closed the door smoothly, because he was walking too fast, he only felt a little panting, and his strength was almost exhausted.
He leaned against the door panel and used his strength to stand firm. He looked straight at her with careful exploration and affection in his eyes.
Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu just staring at her blankly, she couldn't figure out what was going on in her heart.
Qin Wuyan called her in a low voice: "Xiao Yu."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes seemed to be glued to Qin Wuyan's handsome face, with red lips parted slightly, staring intently at the person in front of him, his heart beating uncontrollably.
It wasn't until Qin Wuyan called her that Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, his eyes were full of surprise, and he asked suspiciously, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
From the beginning to the end, she never thought about why a man she didn't know would come to her bedroom in the middle of the night.
Later, Zhuang Xiaoyu, who regained her sobriety, thought that the first time she was attracted by Qin Wuyan's youthful and handsome face, but the second time she was still fascinated by this frail and handsome face.
No matter how many times the world is turned upside down, no matter how many times the world has to start over, as long as she sees Qin Wuyan's face, she will definitely not be able to escape the unique beauty in this world in this life.
Such a handsome face is the origin of her tragedy and her doom.
She was destined to lose everything in her life because of a man.