Concubine often enchanting tyrant, go away

Chapter 431 Take it as a Memorial
Qianqian and Xiaoxiao seemed very happy, at least Xilen finally responded, this was the first time she stepped out of the palace gate in a few days.

Qianqian and Xiaoxiao carried out a small couch with their own hands. If Xileng feels lazy, he can lie down on it. Anyway, he doesn't care about rules or irregularities.

The mottled spots made by the sun through the big tree floated on Xileng's body, and the breeze was very comfortable, but Xileng didn't have the heart to feel all this, her mind was full of Xuanyuanze's figure and words.

Every plant and tree here is actually a warm and sweet witness between them, but at the same time it is also a witness that she misses him.

"Qianqian, go and get those embroideries, we can embroider here, and we can also talk to Miss." Xiaoxiao took a thin silk blanket from the hall, and lightly covered Sireng.

"Okay, there are several pieces of new material, I think it's the most suitable for making dance clothes." Qianqian was the fastest, covered her mouth in a hurry after speaking, and looked carefully at Sireng.

But Xiliang didn't even blink her eyelids. As soon as Xiaoxiao's reproachful eyes came, Qianqian stuck out her tongue and ran to get things in a hurry.

"Miss, Qianqian didn't do it on purpose, don't take her words to heart." Xiaoxiao wasn't sure if Sireng heard it, but the comforting words came out on her own.

"I know, so what if I just made dance clothes? Am I still dancing?" Sireng finally blinked his eyes, turned around lazily, and let himself lie down more comfortably.

It was very difficult for Sireng to speak, and Xiaoxiao also wanted Sireng to talk to him more, so that he would relax a bit no matter what.

"The dance clothes are made to pass the time. As for dancing, miss, don't think too much about it now. If you really don't want to dance in the future, then just don't dance."

"One dance, one dance has already killed a flowery Mrs. Huanyue. Although she was framed, she died at my hands indirectly." Xi Leng sighed.

Xiao Xiao seemed a little flustered, "Miss, how can you say that? She was the one who made the challenge at the beginning. This has nothing to do with the lady. It's just that some scheming people took advantage of this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. How can you, miss?" Blame yourself."

"She was domineering, but if I had refused, she would not have died. Although I hate her, she shouldn't have died."

Perhaps it was because Xi Leng knew that death was approaching, and in the days when she was counting the time to live, the rare hope would be crushed by Xuanyuan Hao's hands. The sadness in Xi Leng's heart could not be restrained and began to invade her body every vein.

Death has become a thought that flashes through Sireng's mind every day. She has thought about death, the fear of death, and the calmness of death. She even thought about the relatives who died by her side and those who died. The last look of the man on her hand.

Sireng suddenly had an idea, "I'll sew a dance dress myself later, and then you can take it for me and burn it for Huan Yue."

"Miss, you are..." Xiaoxiao didn't understand what Sireng meant.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the grievances between me and her are actually a misunderstanding. Anyway, she is already a deceased person. Isn't it boring for me to compete with her? She died in her dance in the end, so let's take it as a commemoration Bar."

Sireng himself didn't know why he suddenly had such an idea, maybe he felt sorry for Huanyue's obsession.

(End of this chapter)