His heart sank, and his brilliant eyes instantly flashed a deep disappointment.

"Auntie, I won't send you today, I will come to thank you another day." Looking at the bent blue lake, the dye painting looked far away, and a touch of melancholy quietly climbed between the eyebrows.

Looking at the thin and lonely figure of the woman, a faint helplessness passed through the fifth aunt's heart, and at this moment, she was very much like herself at the beginning. All she could do now was to leave quietly, knowing that what the woman needed now was not those false comforts, but a quiet moment.

Listening to the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away, Dyehua knew that the fifth aunt was gone, and at this time, she sorted out what happened today.

When she walked into the courtyard just now, she clearly felt several faint murderous aura coming towards her. And just now, when she deliberately leaked a trace of murderous aura, she clearly caught those several fierce murderous auras from different directions.

However, what puzzled her was that Shui Xuanyi would never see her again, and now she still had at least some use value for him, and today's incident would not make Shui Xuanyi have so many masters around. Those killers, apart from Shui Xuanyi, who has the ability to plant so many killers around without being discovered? A person suddenly popped up in his mind, this Prime Minister's Mansion, except for Shui Xuanyi who has this right, there should be only that person.

Thinking of the black-clothed man who surrounded her that night, Dye Hua couldn't help but look at her, and she couldn't imagine that there was such a huge force behind her. However, since she dares to provoke her, no matter how much power she has behind her, she will still make her regret provoking her.

When I returned to the Dyeing and Painting Academy, it was already dusk. At the gate of the courtyard, the waiting figure could be who could be besides Tsing Yi.

"Wu'er, you've found your way back, I thought you were lost." Looking at the thin figure, Tsing Yi said mockingly.

Hearing this, the corners of her mouth twitched, and this girl couldn't say something nice, "I just found out now that you have the potential to be a husband stone." ”

"What is the Wangfu Stone?" Tsing Yi asked with a puzzled expression.

Dye gave her a blank look, bypassed her, and went straight to the courtyard gate. Seeing this, Tsing Yi hurriedly closed the courtyard door and rushed to catch up with the people in front.

He snorted angrily and said, "Don't talk about pulling down." But, you maid, I don't think you will live long. Tsing Yi said gloatingly. Usually she and the maid are not on the right track, and she always thinks that the maid is too hypocritical.

"How do you know she won't live long?" Hearing this, Dye Hua paused and asked with a serious face.

I have been following the dyeing painting for so long, how have I ever seen such a serious dyeing painting in Tsing Yi, in the past, she was a tall man with the sky falling, and my generation was happy and free.

As soon as the maid was brought back, a doctor came to her to treat her. I still remember that the doctor just finished taking the pulse, and then shook his head regretfully, saying that he was preparing for her funeral, you said, since the doctor said so, is it still false? ”

"Doctor? Is the doctor from the house? Dye Hua looked suspicious, she didn't remember that she called the doctor, so who sent this doctor? A bad premonition suddenly surged in my heart.

"It's not good, Tsing Yi, quick, go see Lianrui." Dyeing and painting couldn't care so much at the moment, and immediately rushed to the room where Rei Rui was.

Seeing that Dye's face was wrong, Tsing Yi immediately caught up.