Jin Boliang: Concubine Mei does not accept joy

Chapter 67
However, Di Yao didn't know that even if that man died, she would not fall in love with her brother; even if that man didn't die, she could leave easily without nostalgia, she was always just her alone .

And all of this, Di Yao just pretended that he didn't want to understand, didn't want to understand, didn't want to know!

Time passed by strand by strand, and the fire was still shining in the vast ancient road, but there were only a few soldiers left patrolling the night.

Di Yao slowly opened his eyes, the sad and angry hostility on his body had faded away.

Turning his head and waving his hand, this is an order to the subordinates beside him, ordering them to burn the explosives.

One of his subordinates was ordered to disappear in an instant. For a moment, when Di Yao's hand returned to its original position, there was a muffled explosion that resounded in the sky, and then there was the rumbling sound of boulders falling to the ground, and thick smoke rose slowly. It looks extra deliberate against the faint red light.

Di Yao didn't look at it, and kept his back to the boundless ancient road, until there was a loud noise in his ears, and the pungent sulfur smell filled his nose, he was convinced that he had really given the order, and everything was irreversible.

Sighing quietly, Di Yao waved his hand, took up the corner of the moon-white cloak on his body, and in the dark night, drew a pale circle in the red light, and then disappeared.

It was the evening of the second day when Di Yao returned to the dark night from the Cangmang Ancient Road. He still didn't return to Liufangxuan first, but went directly to the small building in the middle of the lake.

This kind of unconsciousness seems to be rooted in his bones and his heart, and it has become a habit that cannot be changed.

Walking on the stone bridge leading to the small building in the middle of the lake, Di Yao felt that the atmosphere was strange, the vegetation was still green, and the quiet courtyard was as usual, but it seemed much quieter than usual!
Walking briskly on the road to the small building in the middle of the lake, from time to time there were maidservants who were whispering to each other and talking with lowered eyebrows, but they all covered the expressions on their faces the moment their eyes touched Di Yao, and bowed expressionlessly to salute. Then leave.

Di Yao frowned, but the movements of his feet did not stop. He knew that even though they were just maidservants in the dark night, they had received cruel training like hell. The concealment can escape other people's eyes, but not his eyes. The flickering panic in their eyes completely entered his eyes.

Their unconscious reflection made Di Yao's heart tremble suddenly, and he felt faintly that something had happened, and it happened without his knowledge!
Thinking of this, Di Yao unconsciously quickened his pace and ran towards the small building in the middle of the lake.

However, everything seemed to be as he expected, but what he didn't expect to happen was this unacceptable thing.

The small building in the middle of the lake has never been so quiet but lively as it is today.

The silence is due to the departure of Zi Yun, but the excitement is due to these bright and festive reds.

Looking at the originally elegant place that made him happy, but now immersed in this gorgeous red, Di Yao suddenly felt that these red silk happy characters that represented celebration were so dazzling.

With messy footsteps, Di Yao rushed towards the house impatiently, but seeing that the house was completely changed, he roughly pulled a servant beside him, "What's going on, who told you to make this like this, tear it down for me. "Ling Lie's gaze was full of anger, and the servant who was dragged by Di Yao was so frightened that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "Young...young master, slave..."

Seeing the panic-stricken face of the man in his hand, Di Yao shook him off angrily, and started to pull the big happy character on the wall, but when his fingers touched the happy character, he heard a burst of noise from outside the room. Steady and steady footsteps followed by a tepid voice: "Yao'er is so eager to arrange everything for your new house, and doesn't care about going to my place first."

Smiling contemptuously, how could he not know that his master, who was filled with hatred, could be so eloquent, and in a few words, he transformed his movement of tearing up the happy words into pasting happy words, expressing what he had not reported when he came back. Said in cryptic words.

Looking at Di Yao's still motionless back, the corners of Ye Xi's warm and jade-like mouth tugged slightly, and she turned to look at the woman behind her who lowered her head and dared not speak, "Ai'er, how much do you want to treat a husband like you?" Remember to grasp Shixiu's blessings."

Hearing Ye Xi's specially emphasized words, Ai'er's body trembled for no reason, and slowly raised her head, her ethereal eyes looked at Ye Xi for a moment, and tremblingly said: "Love, son, I understand. "Then his brows and eyes slid unnaturally past Di Yao, who was not far away and his back was stiff, and he bowed his head in misery for a moment.

The word Di Yao can also hear clearly, remember, remember!I don't know whether to make Ai'er remember to grasp him, or remember to let him not forget what he said, don't forget Bai Ziyun, she is in his hands.

Smiling miserably, laughing at his helplessness, laughing at his involuntary body, trembling body slowly retracted the hand hanging in the air, hanging down by his side and clenching tightly, one day, he would no longer let himself be restrained by him.

Turning around, Di Yao had already suppressed the sternness in his eyes, approached Ye Xi, and saluted, "Di Yao has seen the Lord."

Leaning at Di Yao in front of him, Ye Xi brushed over his body with a light grace, and sat down on the main seat not far away, and instantly a cup of tea was respectfully placed on the table beside him , without turning her eyes, Ye Xi picked up the teacup, but she was a little dazed at the moment when she touched her hand, but recovered after a while, and brought the teacup to her lips.

Sipping the freshly brewed green tea in the cup, the room was eerily quiet.

The servants all lowered their heads and raised their eyebrows, not daring to make a sound, while Ai'er quietly stood beside Ye Xi with her head lowered, as if she didn't exist.

Di Yao straightened his back and looked at the man leisurely drinking tea in the hall without blinking, his eyes did not dodge at all, as firm as a stone plate.

It was summer at this time, and the weather outside the house was as hot as a stove. Zhi Zhi was restlessly lying on the tree trunk and yelling, making people upset. There was a chill in the air, and the atmosphere was weird.

"Is Yao'er not talking because you are still asking you to handle errands before the angry master gets married?" A calm and joking voice rang in Di Yao's ears, echoing in the silent room.

"Subordinates don't dare." With respectful words without a trace of emotion, Di Yao just answered mechanically, but unexpectedly, Ye Xi was not annoyed, she smiled lightly, but bowed her head to the hall in fear. All the servants: "What are you supposed to do?" Without turning her head, Ye Xi still looked at Di Yao with a serious face in front of her with a smile, and said, "Ai'er, you should go and get busy, after all, Your wedding."

Ai'er's ethereal eyes glanced at Di Yao with love, but saw that he didn't even look at her, his eyes lost their luster, and saluted Ye Xi embarrassingly: "Yes." Then he turned and left.

"Yao'er, how are you?"

Those four words might be confusing to others, but Di Yao understood that what he asked was about Luo Yiming, although he didn't know why Yexi changed his attitude toward that man overnight. The attitude, from "protecting him well no matter what" to tacitly agreeing to kill him, has changed too much, but it is something Di Yao doesn't want to pay attention to, and it has nothing to do with him.

"I have acted according to your instructions. The Cangmang Dao must be in a mess and panic at this moment." Lowering his eyes, he raised his hand and took another sip of the tea in the cup: "Then where is his corpse?"

Quietly, Di Yao didn't answer, and the room fell into silence again, only the sound of Tang Shangyexi softly stroking the tea leaves with the cup lid and hitting the teacup was next to his ears. There was silence, and the heart of the earth that had been hanging low was raised again not long ago. They all did not dare to breathe, and arranged the new house lightly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would make a loud noise because of their movements and spare the two masters. , That must be too much to eat and walk away.

(End of this chapter)