The light in Baili Suye's eyes became colder and colder, and finally, he turned and left without saying a word.
However, the two people in the room didn't realize that anyone had just arrived.
Wenren Qianjue was still talking to Wei Qingwan: "Now, do you want to tell me why you told me about that dish?"
She still had the last bit of fantasy, hoping that Wei Qingwan could pull back from the brink.
I hope that those who died in the past will have a reasonable explanation, and that she will not really turn against Wei Qing.
Wei Qing raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be very misty, and finally he smiled bitterly: "That's what you do for this."
He slowly pulled out his hand, as if leaving something he loved most, frowning, and then said to her, "If you want to hear it, I will tell you." " He put one hand on the edge of the stove, looked back, and said with lowered eyes: "A long time ago, there was a boy who liked the girl next door.
The girl was stubborn, lively, and very beautiful.
They were childhood sweethearts.
Wait until they arrive.
When they were old enough to be together, a middle-aged businessman fell in love with the girl at the same time. " Wei Qingwan spoke very slowly, as if he was recalling the events of that year bit by bit.
"The girl rejected the businessman, and the businessman became angry and decided to make the girl regret it.
One night" he held the stove tightly with his hands, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
"One night, the boy went to see the girl and said that he would take her away from here.
But the boy was too weak, too weak, and had many illnesses in his body and could not give the girl anything.
That night, the boy wanted to leave that place When he was walking to the place, he saw a fire suddenly bursting into flames.
He ran back as fast as he could, but only saw the dying figure of the girl.
Finally, the thin boy was stuffed into the only place where he could survive, an iron box.
He saw the girl die" At this point, Wei Qingwan's eyes turned a sickly red color, as if they were dripping blood.
He suddenly raised his head and caught Wen Ren Qianjue: "Do you know what the girl's last words were before she died?"
Wenren Qianjue stared and shook his head slowly.
She could feel the great sadness in him, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Lan Niannian's death was in the past, and she could not go back to that time and have everything over again.
Wei Qingwan smiled palely: "What the girl said before she died was: If you can't live, eat my flesh.
I want you to live.
Later, the fire burned for many days, and the businessman gave money and wrote One day and one night.
During those few days, when the boy was about to starve to death, he had to survive after eating the girl's flesh so that he could have a chance to take revenge. " The story ends abruptly here.
Wei Qing held Wen Ren Qianjue's hand and dropped it weakly.
He seemed to smile, and then wiped his eyes, even though there were no tears anymore.
Then, as if joking, he returned to his normal state: "This is the story of Gou Ya Zhi.
I made it up.
Isn't it interesting?"
Continue humming the tune and start cooking.
Wenren Qianjue's eyes fell on his hand: "Your hand" Wei Qing raised his hand and realized that his hand had been severely burned when he pressed it on the stove just now.
He was in extremely sad mood just now, and he didn't realize it.
Now that I discovered it, I felt a heartbreaking pain.
Wenren Qianjue raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "Don't go ahead and treat the wounds on your hands first."
"No" Wei Qing took a step back, as if hiding something, shook his head and said: "Qianjue, you don't understand, this meal is very important to me, I must do it well.
You first Go back."
Wenren Qianjue took a step forward and saw Wei Qing's smiling face.
He didn't know why, but he still stopped.
She couldn't deny him his last chance.
What's more, this was originally part of her plan, but now it seems that she can only walk the talk.
"Be careful."
Before leaving, Wen Ren Qianjue said softly: "Also, I think that the girl in the story let the boy live, just hoping that he would see the world for her instead of living for revenge.
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If that is the case, that boy , already dead in that iron box.”
She left the kitchen, and behind her, Wei Qingwan was stunned for a long time.
When she walked to the door of the kitchen, she saw something powdery on the ground at the door of the kitchen.
It was strange that it was not there when she came in.
Picking it up and smelling it, there was a familiar smell.
It’s the smell of His Majesty Seventh Prince She stared and walked back first.
Lin Fu seemed a little uneasy, while Baili Suye sat leisurely on the chair, lazy and charming, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Lin Fu saw Wen Qian Jue coming in and took the lead: "Nvxia, tell me, why does Wei Qingwan look so familiar to me, and I always feel like something is wrong."
In fact, Wenren Qianjue's strange behavior over the past few days has made him very strange.
But those are all trivial matters.
He hopes that he will always be useful, so that he will never die.
But after Wei Qing came over today, he looked inexplicably familiar, and he felt that everything had come to an end.
"Perhaps, he looks very similar to a person you knew back then."
Wenren Qianjue didn't say anything and just sat down to drink tea.
Lin Fu still looked scared, but he had already begun to think about what Wenren Qianjue said.
After so many years of doing business, he has met countless people and knows more people than others.
At the moment, he really couldn't think of anyone who Wei Qing looked like.
"Could it be that I did business with his parents?
I don’t remember that’s why it looks so familiar,” Lin Fu muttered. suddenly The lid of the tea cup flew over and hit Lin Fu's knee at a terrifying speed. snap The lid of the tea cup shattered on Lin Fu's knee.
He was in instant pain and couldn't stand upright.
He knelt down and kept screaming.
Baili Suye tapped the tea cup beside her with her fingers in boredom.
There was no lid on it.
Her indifferent words seemed to be the supreme command.
She said coldly to Lin Fu: "Shut up."
Lin Fu immediately covered his mouth, not daring to make a single sound.
No matter how painful it is, endure it.
Wenren Qianjue looked at Baili Suye.
He was sitting there, still applying calmly, and couldn't see any difference.
But why did she smell a smell of gunpowder inexplicably?
It didn't take long for the meal to be ready.
Wei Qingwan personally served them one by one and introduced the dishes.
His smile was very bright, very similar to when he first met Wenren Qianjue.
"There are still a few main dishes that are not ready yet.
Please wait a moment."
He leaned over and put an arm on his chest.
Extremely elegant.
Wenren Qianjue watched everything silently.
If this is what he wants, then should she fulfill it?
When Wei Qing was leaving, he glanced at her with an indescribable feeling.
He disappeared outside the door in an instant.
Wenren Qianjue's eyes suddenly widened.
She just accidentally saw the hand held by Wei Qing.
She had seen it closely when she was in the kitchen just now.
The burn was very serious, but that glance just now It's obviously a pair of excellent hands.
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There's not even the slightest trace of injury.
The time in his mind quickly regressed, returning to the farce of burning the witch to death.
On that day, in order to save her, Wei Qingwan did not hesitate to use a pair of unshielded hands to pick up the burning wood and try to tear down the pile of wood.
But later, when she sent him to Qingwanlou and bandaged him, he didn't look that serious at all.
Among other things, he brought himself breakfast the next day.
At that time, she thought it was strange that the injury on his hands was not healed yet, so he made something for himself.
Now it seems that the problem lies in his hands.
Lin Fu suddenly remembered something at this time, and said "Ah", his face turned pale.
"What's wrong with you?"
Wenren Qianjue frowned.
She had lost patience with this person who should have died long ago.
Lin Fu slowly turned his head, looked at Wen Ren Qianjue, and pointed in the direction Wei Qingwan left: "Is he, he, Meng Qiu?"
Wenren Qianjue shrugged, looking indifferent: "If you ask me, I haven't met Meng Qiu seven years ago."
The first time he saw Qing Wan Lou, Lin Fu didn't recognize Wei Qing Wan.
It also made her think that there was an error in her calculations.
Now it seems that there is something she doesn't know.
"Seven years ago, Meng Qiu was a sick man."
Lin Fu became excited, stood up from his seat, pointed at the door and started shouting: "He is pale, his body is thin and his shoulders can't be lifted.
He can't carry it.
He has been sick all year round.
A chair was as white as paper in the sun.”
The more Lin Fu talked, the more excited he became, and finally he couldn't control it: "At that time, only Lan Niannian could ride a horse and take him away.
He had no friends at all.
Only Lan Niannian could play with him, but that was the one just now."
He was speechless.
Too much has changed The sickly boy back then was no more than a little chicken, and he even thought he could crush it to death with one hand.
A slap can make him vomit blood.
But the person in front of me was different.
Wei Qingwan is handsome and tall, with a charming temperament that no one else has.
Her figure is even more amazing, even comparable to that of the guards who have been training all year round.
Her skin color has long since faded away from its original sickly paleness, and her eyebrows have grown up.
How could he recognize it?
What's more, when he went to Qingwanlou last time, Lin Fu loved to eat.
He put all his thoughts on the food and didn't care at all who made it.
If it weren't for Wenren Qianjue's face, he wouldn't even bother to look at Wei Qing.
At this moment, the door opened.
Wei Qingwan walked in with a smile: "The main course is about to be served, Mr.
Lin, are you ready?"
Lin Fu's hand had been pointing at the door just now, and until Wei Qing came in, he didn't come back to his senses and put away his hand.
He was startled when he heard Wei Qingwan speak.
He immediately took back his hand and sat down in despair.
But his eyes were still looking at Wen Ren Qianjue, whose fat face was covered with sweat.
While wiping his face, he furtively replied to Wei Qingwan's words: "The main course, the main course is good.
Let's serve.", o He waited for Wenren Qianjue to give him a look that would let him know that he would not die.
But Wenren Qianjue sat upright like a mountain and seemed not to feel anything weird at all.
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Wei Qing placed a watermelon cup in the middle of the table.
The skin of the melon was carved with complicated patterns, which seemed to be continuous, like raging flames and people running around.
It is clearly a reflection of the fire seven years ago.
"Mr.
Lin."
Wei Qingwan stood nearby, smiling brightly, and asked with concern: "Why are you wiping sweat all the time?
Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Lin Fu was about to cry.
He shook his head desperately and said, "It's okay.
Let's eat, eat."
He gritted his teeth.
Wenren Qianjue and His Majesty the Seventh Prince were still here.
With them here, what did he have to fear?
He couldn't believe that people who died back then could come back and let him die.
"Wait a minute."
Wenren Qianjue suddenly spoke
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