The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

West corner pavilion.

Seeing Caiyi coming, Qinglan immediately stepped forward and asked, "Where is Qiongying? Why hasn't she come to see me these two days?"

Caiyi showed no expression and didn't answer, just said, "I'm here to tell you that Yunfang is no longer here."

"Why isn't it here?" Qing Lan asked in surprise, did she not find it or what?

"Yunfang died 15 years ago, and you know it, but you don't remember it," Caiyi said.

"What did you say? How could Yunfang die? How could it be possible? I was in the Bauhinia Tower with her a few days ago, how could I not remember!" Qing Lan shouted excitedly with a pale face.

"Yunfang is indeed dead, Mr. Qinglan please express my condolences." Caiyi only said formally.

"How is it possible? Yunfang won't die..." Qing Lan knelt down, holding her head, and when she died, she disappeared and would never come back.

"Mr. Qinglan, your memory is messed up. Maybe you will remember after your injury heals. I will take my leave first." After finishing speaking, Caiyi left.

…………

When night fell, Caiyi reported Qinglan's situation to Qiongying, so she missed Wuxin by the way.

"Caiyi, what is the master looking for me for?" Wuxin asked with some anxiety.

"I don't know, I guess I was asking about Mr. Qinglan's situation." Caiyi replied, she didn't dare to guess what the Lord meant, but judging from what he said just now, it seems that the Lord... cares about Qing Lan very much.

"What's wrong with Qing Lan?" Wuxin's face darkened, and there was a little more coldness in her beautiful eyes.

"The person named Yunfang died long ago, Mr. Qinglan seems to have been hit hard when he found out." Caiyi said, and had already arrived at the gate of the bedroom.

Wuxin stepped into the gate, looked at the night in the distance, feeling a little confused, the master seemed to care too much about Qing Lan, no, he should care about the stupid Qing Lan, originally Qing Lan should have been thrown away.

When we came to the dormitory, the room temperature here was no different from the outside, it was deserted and quiet, and even the light veil was like an ice curtain.

"Master." Wuxin was outside the veil, only vaguely looking at the figure in the inner room, and sighed slightly in her heart, even though she was not separated by the veil, she still couldn't see clearly.

"Can Qing Lan's illness be cured?" Through the veil, came a deserted voice.

"When the blood stasis on the back of the head dissipates, it may recover. Wuxin will try her best to heal." Wuxin lowered her head slightly. The master said the other day that Qinglan would send him away when he recovered from his illness. Is it the same now?

"When will it be gone?"

"It's hard to be sure, maybe. Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe it will be like this all the time. In the worst case, even if the blood stasis is gone, it won't recover." Wuxin replied truthfully, feeling extremely heavy.

After being silent for a while, a cool breeze suddenly blew from outside the hall, passed through the hall, and gently raised the veil.

The fluctuations in the air, with a slight fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers, and like the fragrance of medicine, filled the air for a moment, and gradually dissipated.

Qiongying stretched her eyebrows, took a breath, and said, "Come here."

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked over, crossed the veil suspiciously, and then stood behind Qiongying, waiting for orders.

Qiongying turned around, stared at Wuxin for a while, and then took a step closer.

She is slightly taller than Wuxin, like a condescending king.

"Master?" Wuxin was stunned, the distance was only half a step away, such a mysterious and cold charm, such a unparalleled elegance, would burn the eyes and amaze the heart.