Wan Li shook his head, faced the other direction and then remained silent.

Since childhood and adulthood, Li Wanwei has never complained about the defects of his eyes, but if he could see it, even a blurry outline would not even be able to know the appearance of the murderer. No, there is no clue at all. From the pattern on the jade pendant, it should be speculated that it was the same place as the one on Wei Hechu's waist, which was also a jade pendant from Yang Cheng.

It is known to all countries that Yucheng has been a bad relationship with Yangcheng. After the two countries tacitly cut off the trade relations between the two sides, no Yangcheng came to Yucheng again. Some people joked that even the caravans that had to pass Yucheng would not stay at Yucheng Restaurant Inn because of their tired journey. In this case, it is absolutely impossible for such a piece of Yangcheng craft to appear in the deserted and remote Qingguan Temple.

This matter must be inseparable from Yang Cheng.

"Sister? Sister~!" Wei Ling'er shouted "Wan Li" over and over again, but she saw that she was absent-minded and did not respond.

Li Wanxi came to his senses and thought to himself that if this matter was really related to Yang Cheng, then Wei Hechu would definitely know the truth. Wei Hechu was secretly calculating something in his heart, why did he bring himself here, and why did he clearly know the truth but he still fell into pain.

"When will Wei Hechu come here again?" Li Wanxi's question seemed a bit presumptuous.

Wei Ling'er was stopped and didn't know how to answer Li Wanxiu. "This..." she stopped talking.

Li Wanyi held the wooden table with one hand and touched the wooden bench under him with the other hand and sat down tentatively. After sitting firmly, he gently tapped the wood with his fingers, "Tell him, I have something to look for him, I want to see him!"

Wei Ling'er suddenly stopped talking. This sentence is very likely to make people mislead, making people think that Li Wanwei is playing with a little girl's temper, as if she had seen each other for a few hours, as if she had been together for several autumns.

Indeed, Wei Ling'er thought so. She looked at Li Wanwei's calm and steady appearance and thought that she was different from those concubines who were hidden in the golden house by the prince, but now it seems that she thought outsiders were too "beautiful".

"I understand." She said something and walked out the door angrily, and the guards behind her immediately stepped out of the door.

Why are you angry? Wei Ling'er was born with a golden spoon in her palm since she was a child. She really didn't know how to hide her mood. This kind of personality made Li Wanxu feel novel. She hasn't seen such a "true" person for a long time.

The air at night became even cooler, and she suddenly became interested and wanted to go outside.

Although Aunt Xu wanted to stop him, she couldn't resist the late night, so she had to search for the house for a while and searched for a half-waisted velvet shawl to surround her.

After handing the wooden stick to Wanli, Aunt Xu followed her a few steps behind her and watched quietly without making any sound.

As soon as I went out, I could clearly smell a faint but thick fragrance of flowers. "Aunt Xu, what fragrance is really nice."

Aunt Xu looked towards the direction Miss Li faced and resolutely saw a small tree, full of white flowers.

"Oh~ this is camellia, and this season is the season for tea trees to bloom."

"Vina told me that all flowers bloom in spring and fall in winter. Why are there still flowers now?"

Aunt Xu proudly talked about camellia with Li Wanli. She told her that camellia is a flower blooming in October. When she heard that Wanli had never seen camellia before, she described the appearance of the petals to her.

When Aunt Xu said that the flower was white, Li Wanyu opened her mouth. She stretched out her hands and touched the branches and stretched to the tip. She touched a tender white camellia. "White color". She almost used up the colors she could imagine, but what exactly was the color... "What exactly was the color..."

There is no color in Li Wanwei's mind, not even black and white. He has never seen colors since he was born. No matter how others describe it to him, he still cannot imagine it.

Aunt Xu said that apart from these tea trees, there are no other trees nearby.

Li Wanli stood in the cold wind with one hand holding the trunk at the root of the tea tree. It seemed that only at this time, I could feel the real sadness. It was lonely, not because I had to bloom beautiful flowers in the face of the cold, but because I struggled alone on this cold night that no one knew. No matter how beautiful or moving the result, it would eventually become a performance that no one appreciated...

"Forget it, go back." Wanli put his hands together and came back to his senses and was about to walk back.

Looking at the thin back of Miss Li, Aunt Xu sighed slightly, slowed down and followed Wanli into the house behind her back.

Around the hour of Hai, it started raining heavily outside, and the scattered raindrops hit the beams of the house, making a huge sound. Aunt Xu woke up from her sleep and suddenly remembered that Miss Li told herself before going to bed that she would cover half of the windows of her room, and open half of the windows so breathable.

She did this as she asked, but there was a bed under the window. I don’t know if the sudden heavy rainstorm had wet Miss Li.

He touched the black and walked to Li Wanyi's door. The door was not closed, and the dark yellow candlelight exposed in the room gently pushed open the door. Miss Li leaned against the wall with her upper body tide and was sitting in the corner of the bed looking at the blind book.

"What are you doing when lighting the candlelight?" Aunt Xu walked into the house and looked at the swaying candlelight and was a little surprised. "How did you light it up?"

Wan Li heard Aunt Xu's voice and gently covered the book, "It's too noisy outside, so I can't sleep, so I think about reading it for a while."

Her voice was as gentle as water, as if it was a faint fragrance of camellia.

Aunt Xu looked at the window. There were traces of rain wet and not drying on the windowsill, but the windows were closed tightly.

Two fire pieces were placed scattered under the ash wax holder. Aunt Xu asked, "Why do you need to light wax?"

Wan Wei smiled slightly, "It's really useless." Then he replied, "I just want some comfort in light, otherwise..." She paused, "I thought I was really abandoned by the world."

He turned his face toward Aunt Xu, and there was a silver light on his face.

Li Wanwei's right hand became red and swollen, and it simply did not blister.

It looked like it was burned when using a fire break, "You girl..."

Aunt Xu quickly ran out, scooped a basin of cold water from the bucket and rushed into Miss Li's room.

She put Miss Li's hand into the bucket, "I don't know if I'm burned, but I don't know how to knock on my door. What should I do if I get infected?!"

The moment he put his hand down, Li Wanxu frowned and didn't say much.
Chapter completed!