Chapter 22 Seven-word Meteor Xinyan Cry

The seventh message, which is already the seventh message.

Hua wanted to lie on the table, quietly looking at the words spread out under her hands and the dancing font, but she couldn't help but let her start wandering.

Who is the person who delivered the letter?

"Don't reveal your feelings to anyone in Shuiming Villa. Remember to be careful of the people around you.

Although there are only two simple sentences, no title or signature, this letter has the same tone and scribbled handwriting as the previous two letters. However, the lines are clearly beautiful, like flowing clouds, in one go.

Who can unconsciously put down the letter in her ink grass house and then retreat all over?

Every time she asked Shuiyue Shuiyan if she saw any suspicious people, their expressions were always surprised and curious. Sometimes, when she woke up from her sleep, she would find that the letter was tightly held in her hand and never let go.

"Is it true that no one has ever entered the ink grass house?" Huaxiang straightened up lazily and lit the letter on the lamp. After the beige paper turned into complete ashes, she got up safely and yawned lazily.

The hookah and Shuiyue's head shook like a rattle drum, "Miss, why do you ask that?"

If this mysterious man is a good person, what does he mean? Does it mean that there are spies in Shuiming Villa? What if he is a bad guy? She frowned and thought about what was in the envelope.

The first letter.

"Don't care about anything, don't listen to anything, and cure the disease that costs millions of yuan at ease. Don't let strangers take care of millions of flowers, whether it's a maid or a dwarf.

This person actually knew that Aunt Qing was sick recently and no one took care of her father. Is she hinting at me that someone is going to be bad for my father?

Huaxiangyi covered her whole head with a quilt and knew that it became difficult to breathe.

"Water moon, water cigarette!"

The two girl rushed out at the first time, holding half of the embroidered night flowers in their hands.

"You two tonight..." Huaxiangyi pointed to her bed, showing a slight smile, and her eyebrows gradually raised, as if she were thinking about something.

"Miss, no!" Shuiyan and Shuiyue's faces were down, afraid of kneeling on the ground, and quickly swayed their hands.

She looked at the two maids aggrievedly, and then whispered, "I haven't finished talking yet!" Why did you kneel?"

Shuiyue held her mouth and looked reluctant. "Last time, the lady coaxed me and the hookah into your bed. As a result, the young lady ran out by herself, and it was several months. Shuiyue... Shuiyue won't be so stupid and let the lady slip away again!"

Hua wanted to squat down, hold her cheeks, looked at the two working girl in front of her, sighed, and then whispered, "Then I have to tell Aunt Qing that our girl Shuiyue has fallen in love with Dr. Yan. I don't know how Aunt Qing will punish Xiao Shuiyue..."

"Just punish us, and we have to recognize the water, moon and hookah." Shuiyan pulled Shuiyue's hand and then answered firmly.

"Then I can only tell Dr. Yan that you like him."

"No!" Shuiyue answered reluctantly.

Hua wanted to get dressed. It seems that Yan Feiyu is the key point of these two little girls. I will be back soon and won't disappear for a long time, one night at most. Remember to go to bed early, in my **. Also, it's cold. Cover more quilts.

I hope that if I don't sleep this night, it will have some effect.

In the Liuxiang Pavilion.

The flowers are in full bloom.

During the day, Huaxiangyi seems to be used to quietly daze at different flower species in different flower pavilions.

"Yesterday, the man sent another letter and sent two letters, divided into two parts. He said he would come to me tonight!"

Is that right? That lady can know the truth." The sound of Shuiyue is full of excitement.

"Ah, I don't know if that mysterious man is handsome... I'm looking forward to it..." Shuiyue put her hands on her chest, full of hope.

A fragrance of flower tea gradually dissipates, with a light fog.

"Is it a hot rain?" Through the flower tent, Huaxiangyi tasted a shallow taste of the teacup. The lid of the cup had some touch with the body of the cup, and the crisp sound was simple and clear.

The flower book slowly moved away from the shallow layer, and Huaxiang's clothes sat in the middle and covered the whole pavilion in the flower tent.

Yan Feiyu stood under the steps, a little flustered and quickly saluted, "Miss, Yan Feiyu didn't know that Miss was here."

In the gauze tent, a pair of hands pushed, as if they were unwilling to continue the topic.

The night flowers bloom beautifully. When you look in the veil, it is a kind of hazy beauty. You can see it, but you can't see it clearly. It can be touched, but it can't be distinguished.

"How is your research on Dad's condition?" This is what she cares about most. She doesn't want to give him any pressure, but it's not a long-term solution to spend millions of illness to die.

Yan Feiyu frowned slightly and closed his mouth a few times, as if he was saying something, but he didn't say anything. The wind swept over and raised a corner of the veil, floating in nothingness in mid-air.

"The disease of the master of the world begins to show signs of improvement. However, with this five elements of gossip method, more thinking is still needed. Please allow me a few more days. Hurry, it's just a taboo."

I'm anxious, it's just a big taboo.

Huaxiangyi muttered such a sentence and didn't ask anything more.

"If there is nothing wrong with you, your subordinate will leave first. This prescription will take a lot of time to test it over and over again."

She waved her hand and signaled that he could retreat.

After all, nothing is more important than spending millions of illness. Yan Feiyu, are you hiding from Shuiyue and Shui Cigarette? I smiled at the night flowers blooming in the air.

Black leaves. Under the pure white sky.

The deep moon is caged.

Waiting for the dark feeling is a long process, at least Huaxiangyi feels that her hands and feet are sore and she wants to yawn.

In the ink grass, the lamp is raised and then extinguished.

The traces of the moon are even more empty.

In the study in the main hall, another letter was gently put down silently.

lights, which have been extinguished, were all lit in an instant.

Shuiyue and Shuiyan sat up from ** and looked blankly at an extra person in the room, with sleepy eyes.

"What?" These two words alone are enough to surprise the masked man. However, in front of him stands another person called Huaxiangyi.

"Since you're here, you might as well wait."

Seven identical covers, without signature and no signature, but many of them were pulled tightly in the hands of Huaxiangyi, "Do you still know this?"

"Why? Obviously, I have watched you burn those letters. Why are they still here? The other party asked in surprise.

Huaxiang slowly approached, looking at the pair of light blue eyes, slightly opening and closing. Her hands trembled unconsciously, and the cloth on her face was slowly opened. In an instant, in addition to joy, she also had doubts.

"Yan Feiyu, it's really you!"

There was a little smile in Yan Feiyu's mouth.

Shuiyue's face was as red as that in April, and she was pulled out of the door by water smoke in a daze. For the following dialogue, it's better not to hear the water moon and the hookah. After all, the less you know, the safer it is.

"Miss, you deliberately set up a bureau to attract me out..."

Yan Feiyu is smart. After all, he is a doctor with good medical skills. He knows that every time he sends a letter, he applies a small amount of ecze on his body, which will make ordinary people less likely to be woken up when they are asleep. This also explains why I didn't feel anything every time he came.

"Are things fake during the day?" Yan Feiyu looked at me lightly and asked.

That is naturally a careful preparation made by Huaxiangyi to attract him out. In the gauze tent, there is no second person except Huaxiangyi. She just learned the usual tone of Shuiyue and Shuiyan, and directed and acted in such a three-person play. However, Yan Feiyu found that something was wrong, so he appeared again in the way of a mysterious person that night and put down the eighth letter.

She smiled and grabbed the letter from the desk.

There are not many words in the letter.

"Don't be curious about me. I believe you can judge which one is the real me."

"Yan Feiyu, what on earth do you want to say to me? Why did you write such an anonymous letter? Are you a spy in the Ming world or a spy in the underworld? What is your purpose in the water world? Huaxiang's sword has long been in his heart. With a little force, the layer of skin can be pierced. Even if he is an artistic doctor, he can't save such a fatal injury.

"Yan Feiyu, don't think I won't do it!" Huaxiangyi repeated again, and the sword body pierced into the clothes, and the tip of the sword fainted a little blush.

At this moment, it's just a skin injury. What will happen next?

"Do you know that Su Yunliutian has left Shuiming Villa?"

When this topic was mentioned, Huaxiangyi's hand couldn't help clenching. The man used her at all costs to achieve his goal. All kinds of vows are just lies created by him to find his mother and father. What other value does this person have to be mentioned?

"He is still in the waterming world. Every day, he will go back to the waterming Villa once to make sure you are fine." Yan Feiyu said slowly, and there was nothing in his eyes, "It's him!"

"What?"

"It's him. The letter was written by Su Yunliutian. I just gave it to you."

There is a little self-deprecating in the smile of Huaxiangyi. It turns out that this man still cares about himself? If he cares, why does he leave without saying a word? If he likes it, why does he have the heart to hurt? If he loves deeply, why does all his actions run counter to his promises?

When Yan Feiyu left, Huaxiangyi just recalled what Yan Feiyu had just said.

"Yeah, he really knows some secrets, but he can't tell you for some special reasons, so he chooses this way to help you."

Wind tassel, isn't it true what Yan Feiyu said?

Huaxiang stroked the letter, put it back in the envelope, and slowly burned in the oil lamp.

Su Yunliutian, where are you at this moment?

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Knocking on the text in your hand, the sky of minus five degrees is always particularly cold. Warm body, cold touch, numb fingers.

However, those thoughts are not moving forward...

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