But on this day, there was still no news about Xi Jin, and he was never seen again in the ice room, as if he had completely disappeared.
On August 29, Feng Tianlan got up early and asked the guards as usual if they had any news about Xi Jin.
The answer he got was still no.
After the meal, Feng Tianlan changed into convenient clothes and went out.
He wanted to find the place where Xi Jin might go based on his childhood memories.
But as soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he saw the elegant but elegant person from yesterday.
A man with sinister eyes like snakes walked towards her and stopped.
"Miss Feng."
Weng Yue offered his hand to Feng Tianlan, "I am Weng Yue, Deng Hu's chief disciple."
Feng Tianlan glanced at him indifferently and looked away from his eyes, "Is something wrong?"
When this man looks at people, he is like a cold poisonous snake, looking at people like prey.
It feels very uncomfortable.
No one wants to be stared at like prey.
"I have been ordered by my master to guide Miss Feng in refining medicine."
Weng Yue put down his hand and looked up at Feng Tianlan.
Even though he had seen it yesterday, he still felt amazed when he looked at her.
However, the more beautiful a woman is, the more hypocritical she is, so you should stay away from her.
"No, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."
Feng Tianlan refused coldly, then walked sideways past Weng Yue.
Weng Yue followed him calmly, "My master is afraid that Miss Feng's loss will be too ugly, so I have to teach Miss Feng how to make medicine and refine the elixir for the competition that day, so as not to say that I bullied Miss Feng."
"No need, Mr.
Weng, you should practice more, lest you be slapped in the face by your own confidence."
Feng Tianlan did not stop, her voice was still cold, she did not like this Weng Yue.
After listening to her words, Weng Yue stopped, frowned, and looked at Feng Tianlan's leaving figure without looking back or stopping.
It was really straightforward.
However, she was really confident and looked down on him.
She didn't take his opponent seriously at all.
This made him angry.
A woman who was too confident was really not cute at all.
Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman was, the less of a thing she was.
Xi Jin was wearing the clothes she left that day, sitting in the corner like this, her hair disheveled, and because she hadn't been spoken to for two or three days, she looked very slovenly, like a beggar begging on the street.
His eyes were dull and empty as he looked at a painting in the room.
It was a woman in red with a sweet smile.
She was so beautiful, but in the end, she only felt deep despair.
In the arms of the man covered in blood, he closed his eyes tightly and stopped moving.
However, he only looked at the painting, but he could feel the man's sadness.
Was she dead?
He turned around and saw another wall, but it was the Feng Tianlan he knew now.
The domineering look in her eyebrows and her white clothes were all portraits of her and Si Mobai.
They were so happy and so well matched.
But after the happiness, he saw Si Mobai put on the bridegroom's red clothes, and she was wearing a phoenix crown and a harem, standing in front of Si Mobai, her smart eyes showed forbearance and stubbornness.
In the portrait as red as blood, the white orchid hosta is broken into two halves on the ground, and she and Si Mobai, back to back, leaving in opposite directions, are so decisive and sad, even if the painting is red Yes, but it is so sad that it gives people the feeling of a gray world
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