The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building

Zhiyi sighed and approached Ye Qingwan and asked carefully: "Did the girl come here to relax because of Lin Yansi?"

Ye Qingwan looked at the lake quietly, half of her face covered with the moonlight as quiet as a painting, and half of her face was buried in the shadows, faintly revealing the coldness and mystery as the green lake.

After a moment of silence, she nodded in a dumb voice.

Zhiyi said: "I have always been unable to understand a little, but when I was in the private room, I was embarrassed to ask Yan Si directly."

Ye Qingwan nodded slightly, Zhiyi continued: "So many years have passed, has Ye Sheng not taken the initiative to find Miss Lin from that year?"

Ye Qingwan frowned slightly when he heard this, but still said nothing. Xu Gu, who was beside him, couldn't stand it anymore and helped explain: "Maybe Ye Sheng thought Lin Sijin was dead?"

"How do you know?" Ye Qingwan frowned and turned his head, staring at Xu Gu without blinking.

It was because the tone of his voice when he just said this didn't sound like a guess at all, but was very sure, as if it was as he said.

Xu Gu curled his lips awkwardly, thinking that he accidentally over-pretended.

Looking at Ye Qingwan a few times, Xu Gu was so nervous that he began to sweat on his back. He knew that he was just like Shen Heng in front of Ye Qingwan, and he could not hide anything at all, so he explained truthfully: "I'm thinking about it. Miss, you are looking for Yan Si before, so I went to inquire about the things that happened back then."

Not allowing her to think too much about her words, Xu Gu continued: "I don't know if I don't know. It turns out that the year Lin Sijin and her sister escaped, there were no more sisters in the world."

Zhiyi suddenly felt confused: "Why is this?"

"Because of rumors."

Ye Qingwan said coldly: "They have died in the small village where the woods and Subuchuan were the first to be."

Xu Gu said: "It was rumored that the area near the village was covered with blood. Two little girls in the village that were washed by the Turks were lucky and ran out of the Turks' claws, but in the end they were caught, their heads were chopped off, and their bodies were hung on the big tree at the head of the village."

"On a night, there were 349 people in the village, and no one lived."

Zhiyi opened his eyes wide in fear. She said, "But aren't the two sisters still living well? Then how did this rumor spread? It's so scary?"

Ye Qingwan lowered his eyes and smiled: "Of course, some people want Ye Sheng to think that they are dead, or that Lin Sijin is dead."

Zhiyi immediately realized that except Aunt Dai, who else wouldn't want Ye Sheng to know that Lin Sijin was dead?

But there is still a question, Zhiyi said: "But didn't Lin Dairu always follow Lin Sijin at that time? She couldn't have separated and created such a rumor, right?"

Ye Qingwan looked at Xu Gu, his face slightly darkened, and asked in a cold voice: "Have you found out who spread the rumors or where it spread them?"

She previously suspected that the person who helped Aunt Dai spread rumors was Xile's grandfather, the cousin of their sisters. However, when Lin Dairu escaped, she had not had any contact with the man at all. She did not contact her until she came out of the kiln in Shuzhou. So, who would be the person who spread the rumors?

Xu Gu shook his head and said, "No, it is said that it was only heard by people from the next village who saw it with their own eyes."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Ye Qingwan looked down at his long shadow, chewing on this sentence repeatedly, as if he wanted to savor some clues from this sentence.

Suddenly, Wuming, who had been standing in the corner without any movement, walked up and made a gesture to the two of them, but Ye Qingwan couldn't understand what it meant, so Xu Gu explained to her: "He has something to say."

Then Wuming gestured to Xu Gu a few gestures that Ye Qingwan couldn't understand. Xu Gu's face gradually became solemn when he saw it.

Ye Qingwan frowned, "What's wrong?"

Xu Gudao: "What Wuming wants to say is that perhaps the person who spread the rumors back then was Turkic."

Ye Qingwan was stunned and then raised his head suddenly.

See with your own eyes - see with your own eyes!

She understood.

The corpses that those people actually saw were true, they were real!

Two people died, but that was not Lin Sijin and Lin Dairu. In order not to recognize their true identities, they cut off their heads. It would be simple for them to find two girls of similar size.

As for why the Turks helped Lin Dairu do such a thing, it can only be because Lin Dairu reached some kind of deal with the Turks back then. Lin Dairu told them the location of the camp and they helped her manage the funeral.

Let Yan Si say that later, the girl in white was undoubtedly her mother. If my father hadn’t met her mother back then, she might have been killed by Lin Dairu!

Ye Qingwan closed his five fingers and clenched it into a fist. In his eyes, which were originally as cold as a lake, it seemed as if a huge rock was thrown into it, and countless ripples appeared.

Lin Dairu and Aunt Dai are really hateful!

Ye Qingwan closed his eyes.

"Let's go."

She turned her back and walked away, walking in the dark night, her snow-white clothes were about to fly in the night wind, her beautiful face was flowing, and her eyes were burned with the flames of hatred, which were so shiny that it was shiny and terrifying in the dark night.

After returning to the mansion, Ye Qingwan sat by the window. Zhiyi brought her a cloak to her shoulders. Seeing that she looked not very good, he asked, "Are you still not resting?"

Ye Qingwan tightened his cloak, without even raising his eyes: "It's okay, it's like going to go to bed later."

He pressed his shoulders and relaxed with sensibleness, and said, "Are the girl still thinking about Yan Si?"

Ye Qingwan didn't say anything.

After a long time, Zhiyi couldn't hold on anymore. He pulled away a pair of sore hands, covered his lips and yawned, and said, "Zhiyi looked at Yan Si's attitude and didn't seem to be planning to help the girl. Wouldn't that girl have been in vain these days?"

Ye Qingwan relaxed his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "No, I just thought about how to deal with them."

Zhiyi was surprised: "But isn't Yan Si not going to help us?"

"She will come to us on his own initiative."

Ye Qingwan lifted up his eyelids, his expression no longer as solemn as before, but instead relaxed a little, and his eyes showed a kind of briskness that played between his palms.

It was as if she had calculated what Yan Si would react from the beginning and what choices she would make in the end, everything was under her control.

Zhiyi moved his mouth. Ye Qingwan took a look without a trace and knew what she wanted to ask. He answered indifferently: "Yan Si is not a Buddha who saves all living beings, she is just a poor person who uses hypocritical skin to protect herself."

She said: "And a normal person can never be as easy as he smiles to eliminate his grudges."
Chapter completed!