The Concubine Ghost: Allure Summoner

Maybe Di Qingye was thinking about Murong Lanxin's death, so he felt so lonely and sad.

Feng Yinxue thought of Wuyun again. She didn't know what kind of family Wuyun had.

At this moment, she realized that she knew very little about Wuyun, except that he had a disciple, and there was nothing else.

The atmosphere between the two was a little weird. In order to break the weird atmosphere, Feng Yinxue thought of saying something else.

Thinking of her conversation with Wuyun just now, she said, "My lord, I heard that you are getting married."

Di Qingye's dazed look was a little sluggish, as if he was a little shocked, and his face hidden under the mask flickered.

Suddenly he turned to look at Feng Yinxue, as if he didn't expect that she would ask such a question.

Di Qingye's eyes flickered as his fingertips moved slightly, then returned to normal in an instant.

"Xue'er, I heard that you were accepted as a disciple by the dean. Congratulations."

Di Qingye's answer was not about the wedding, he deliberately avoided talking about it.

Feng Yinxue's heart moved slightly, and she no longer lingered on this matter, "Yes. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Di Qingye suddenly lowered his head and coughed slightly, then raised his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"My lord, are you in good health?" Feng Yinxue was a little worried when she saw this. She looked like her complexion had improved just now, but she was still so weak.

"I'm fine. It's just that the old illness relapses from time to time." Di Qingye waved his hand indifferently, "I am very happy that you can care about me."

The purple in Di Qingye's eyes felt like it was about to disappear.

But he still looked at Feng Yinxue seriously, as if he was thinking about something.

Feng Yinxue was a little embarrassed. She always felt that the way Di Qingye looked at her was a little hot. She turned to look at the night outside, smiled slightly, and said, "It's getting late, so Yinxue went back first. Your Majesty, take a rest earlier." .”

Di Qingye nodded and called Chi out to see Feng Yinxue off.

Seeing Feng Yinxue really turning around and leaving, Di Qingye wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

His eyes looked a little weird, and he finally put down his outstretched hand and went back to his room.

When Chi Gui came back, he saw that the door of Di Qingye's room was closed and went down.

But no one knew that there was no one in Di Qingye's room.

After Feng Yinxue left Di Qingye's courtyard, her steps paused a bit as she recalled the scene where she had just met Di Qingye.

She always found it strange why Di Qingye didn't mention the wedding.

She was going to bless him.

There were only a few days left, and according to Di Qingye's condition at the time, it was absolutely impossible for a few pills to make him look better.

What secrets did Di Qingye hide?

Feng Yinxue returned to her dormitory with doubts. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Wuyun sitting there and looking at her.

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

Wuyun tapped the handle of the chair with his fingertips, his face a little cold, and he answered the question, "Is King Xiaoyao good-looking?"

Feng Yinxue shook her head, "No, they are all wearing masks and can't see."

Wuyun narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Don't you really want to see his true face while wearing a mask?"

Feng Yinxue nodded habitually and walked up to Wuyun, "Yes."

She felt that there were a lot of doubts about Di Qingye. She even wondered if Di Qingye was disfigured, otherwise why would he always wear this mask.

Or maybe his face hides other secrets.

"..." A cold breath came.