Chapter 27 The twilight has nowhere to say desolate
"Pavilion Master, the doctor is back."
In the meeting hall, Shao Bi bowed his head and reported.
Wei Moyan had been waiting for her for a long time, which made everyone shudder - such a silent pavilion master was becoming more and more cold and scary.
"Bring her here." After a while, he spoke in a low voice.
Xia Qingluan was also in the hall, but she didn't know what Wei Moyan's intention was in suddenly summoning all the hall masters and hosts, let alone what it had to do with Yun Yirong. She just saw that his breath was cold, which was definitely not a good thing.
"The doctor has met the master of the pavilion." The pink dress swayed lightly, and her delicate body made a brief bow and then stood quietly in the hall.
Yun Yirong was confused. After coming to Poyue Pavilion for so long, Wei Moyan wanted to see her by name for the first time. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.
The dark figure kept his back to everyone, and his voice was cold: "I allow you to go out of the cabinet to buy medicinal materials at any time, so you feel at ease."
"The doctor didn't dare." When it came to leaving the pavilion, Yun Yirong had a vague premonition, her voice trembled and she knelt on the ground, "It's just that it was rainy and rainy the past few days, and many herbs were damp. The doctor just went to the city to replenish some."
Fresh medicinal materials, so I made a few extra trips.”
Kneeling is usually not allowed in Poyue Pavilion, but the man as cold as ice did not stop him, and allowed his delicate pink robe to tremble slightly in front of everyone.
"I hate people lying to me the most. I don't care if you go to Cheng Xiaobai, but you actually go to Wanqi Haoyue. Don't you know that he is my enemy of Poyue Pavilion? Yun Yirong, who gave you the courage?"
Wanqi Haoyue? Xia Qingluan looked at Yun Yirong in surprise. Why was she looking for Wanqi Haoyue? They probably didn't know each other. Besides, those two people had only been in Lanling for three days. How did she find them?
Yun Yirong didn't expect that her whereabouts would be discovered. In order to find Wanqi Haoyue, she kept asking about various inns for the past three days, and finally learned that there were two extraordinary people who often went to Wanxi Restaurant in the city to eat and drink.
I sent you a private message today to invite you.
Could it be that Wei Moyan sent someone to follow her?
With a thump, her heart suddenly sank. She remembered Zixiu's words a few days ago. It seemed that the suspicion about her had been reported to the pavilion master.
Now that the matter has come to this, we can only try our best to save it.
"Pavilion Master, the doctor went to Mr. Wanqi just to inquire about medicinal herbs. The exotic flowers and herbs in Jiannan Poison King Valley are a wonderland in the medical world, so——"
"Don't let me see you again." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a cold voice.
It turns out that the purpose of convening all the directors here is to push the doctor out of the cabinet. Xia Qingluan is also quite suspicious of her, but Yun Yirong is a little girl who has no power to restrain a chicken. How can she cause any trouble even if she has different intentions?
lang? She was brought back by herself, so she cannot be left helpless on the street.
"It's just a meeting, why are you making such a fuss? The doctor has always been loyal to the master of the pavilion. This is obvious to everyone. Please think again, master of the pavilion."
Wei Moyan had long expected that Xia Qingluan would speak for Yun Yirong. She had always been like this, always indecisive when dealing with people other than the enemy, but she was extremely harsh on him.
With a wave of Xuanxiu, the irresistible order remained ruthless and cold-blooded: "This matter has been decided, no one needs to plead for mercy."
"Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master, please calm down! The doctor has realized her mistake, please don't drive me away! After leaving Poyue Pavilion, the doctor has no relatives anymore!"
Yun Yirong panicked, unprecedented fear gripped her heart. If she was kicked out of Poyue Pavilion, she would never have the chance to be by his side, let alone capture his heart and stay together for the rest of her life. Her thin body knelt on the ground,
The beautiful face had clear traces of tears, and every plea was so sad that even Shen Yuqing and others couldn't bear it and lowered their heads one after another.
Anyone in the world can ask for it, but the indifferent Master of Poyue Pavilion doesn't need it - it's useless to ask for it, his blood has always been cold, not to mention that what he is dealing with today is just a worthless person who has never entered his eyes, a roundabout way.
The despicable woman who pretended to be innocent between him and Wan Qi Haoyue.
"Take it down."
The figure so close at hand showed no mercy, Yun Yirong cried, shouted, and was extremely embarrassed, but still could not stop your disciples from dragging her out of the door.
Xia Qingluan's face was ashen.
That was the girl whose family was ruined by her, the person she promised to be responsible for, and the object of her brother Cheng Xiaobai's admiration. How could she see Yun Yirong become a refugee with nowhere to go? At least she must be sent to
Cheng Mansion, Xiao Bai will definitely take good care of her.
"Stop." Before Xia Qingluan stepped out, Wei Moyan said coldly, "Don't chase her."
Hall Master Taiwei, who was swaying in white clothes and expressionless, said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry to have to obey my order."
Is it difficult for me to obey? There is actually someone in this world who dares to talk to him like this.
In an instant, the sword's light was like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, a silent figure had flashed in front of the door. The snow-white Mo Heng sword lay across his fair neck, and the three-inch bright blade touched the jade skin, while Xia Qingluan, whose back was turned, remained motionless, with a face as cold as snow.
For a moment, everyone's hearts were in the air.
The master of the pavilion actually waved his sword at the most trusted Hongxian. This was already the second time.
The two people didn't say a word, just stood quietly, one raised his sword, the other stood silently, black and white, like sad ink.
"I told you not to chase her."
"What if I have to go?" Xia Qingluan's answer was an understatement but there was no room for change.
He moved lightly, but the sword blade never moved back, leaving a slender wound on the white neck, staining three feet of plain gauze with blood.
No one in the hall dared to speak.
Sneered silently.
Once again, his sword left scars on her.
Who said she would fall in love with one person? But now, she is hurting her because of one person.
I should have known that love or not is just a boring joke of his life. There are so many people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him and ride horses to the end of the world. How could he be locked in his obsession all his life? How could he do those sweet words?
Really? In the final analysis, the existence of Hongxian is nothing more than a chess piece to him, but this chess piece has won his favor a few times, fabricating an enviable lie on the seventh floor of the building.
The deserted figure finally walked out of the door and left. Dots of stars on the ground were as red as plum blossoms, blooming in the extreme cold.
————————————————————————The red clouds are like blood, stretching in thousands, the fierceness of the sky dyes the still water of the Cangshan Mountain red, and the night is approaching.
Yun Yirong was tired of crying and shouting, but she always circled the glazed red pavilion and never went far. Her heart and soul were invested in it, and she could not let go of it in this life.
"Miss Yun." A slightly tired voice sounded. The person you hate the most and the person you least want to see appears at this moment. Is it to see her laugh or to show off?
"What are you here for?"
The naked hatred in her words did not arouse Xia Qingluan's alarm. After searching for a long time, she was exhausted.
Looking at Xia Qingluan's pale face, Yun Yirong finally noticed the wound on her neck. The blood stains stained Wuchen's white clothes. The unstopped bleeding wound still flowed and rolled to the ground between her fingers.
Face. Looking up, the soil behind her was stained red every inch.
"you……"
"I'll take you to the Cheng Mansion." He said weakly, and his voice was three points weaker than Yun Yirong's.
Although he didn't know what happened after he left, Yun Yirong's hatred did not diminish at all. His eyes were filled with sorrow and grief, and he pushed hard towards the injured person who was unstable: "You don't need to worry about it! I won't even die.
I'll take any favor from you!"
She was already dizzy, but this push exhausted all her strength. Xia Qingluan fell to the ground and was unable to stand up again. In her hazy eyes, she could only see the peach-pink figure fading away.