The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Go get some snow water and send it to me." Ye Chen said.

"Is it now? Send it to Mr. Yechen's pavilion?" Caiyi looked puzzled, why did Mr. Yechen let her go?Even if the Zun mainly uses tea, the snow water should be sent to the tea room.

"Yes." Ye Chen nodded.

"Do you want to send it to the tea room? Is it for the Lord to make tea?" Caiyi asked a few words.

"...Master, do you want some tea now?" Ye Chen asked suspiciously.

"My lord didn't say anything, but it's always been you, Mr. Yechen, who made the tea. You've been away for more than ten days, so Caiyi did it for you. Fortunately, Mr. Yechen, you came back, otherwise Caiyi will do it for you tomorrow morning."

Speaking of this, Caiyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tea art is considered impeccable in the eyes of outsiders, but in front of the lord, she probably can't catch up with Young Master Yechen.

Ye Chen looked at Caiyi, with a hint of inquiry and doubt in his eyes, she doesn't like Caiyi making tea?Is he the one who makes the tea all the time?

"Caiyi is going to fetch snow water first." Seeing that it was getting late, Caiyi left.

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The door of the pharmacy was closed and hadn't been opened since yesterday.

Jing Ao lingered outside for a while, Wuxin had been in the pharmacy for the past two days, and he was a little worried.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't hear any sound from inside, so he quietly approached the door, but still didn't hear any sound.

Usually, he would hear the sound of smashing medicine, or see smoke from the chimney on the roof, but now that there was no movement, he was even more worried.

So he quietly moved to the window again, peeked inside through the crack of the window.

The room was dark, but she was still dressed in white gauze, she had lost her usual indifference, her expression was sad and her eyes were dull.

She sat there, seemingly a little tired, with one hand propping her chin, the other on the table, and a small brocade box in her palm.

Jing Ao was amazed, he was fascinated by peeping, he had never seen such inadvertence, it turned out that she was not cold, the coldness was just her disguise, the current her was the real her, so melancholy and sad, he saw Heartache, why is she sad?

Seeing the box in her palm, he couldn't see it clearly because the room was too dark, so he pried open the window a little more.

It's an ordinary brocade box, square, wood-colored, palm-sized. The more he looks at it, the more familiar it becomes. If he sees it more clearly, he will definitely remember it.

So he took the risk of prying open the window again, almost poking his head in. After taking a closer look, he immediately remembered that at Lance College...

"Who?"

With a bang, a heavy paperweight slammed right into the window, onto Jing Ao's forehead.

"what!"

Jing Ao snorted, he was so engrossed in thinking, he was caught off guard, and fell straight back, covering his forehead, frowning in pain.

"How dare you peep!" Wuxin opened the door and came out, looking at him coldly, said coldly.

"I, I..." Jing Ao was still sitting on the ground in embarrassment, knowing that he was wrong, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Suddenly felt a little wet on his hands, put down his hands and looked, he was startled, his hands were covered with blood, the blood on his forehead couldn't stop, it flowed down Jun's face, it was shocking.

Wuxin watched coldly, and said sarcastically: "There is always a price to be paid for peeping."

Jing Ao wanted to cry, so he immediately put his hand on his forehead to stop the bleeding. He saw a blood-stained paperweight next to him. This paperweight was made of black black iron. It was a blessing not to smash his head.

So, he kindly picked up the paperweight, then got up and walked to her.