Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 121 Jade Waterfall (2)
Who set up this glorious scene?Dazzling the soul, injecting tranquility.

After the silence, there is the lonely excitement of the waves.

The bitter barley is close to the jade waterfall, and I reach out to catch the snow-like waterfall beads. The beads are round and soft, lying softly in the palm of my hand. I just want to obediently greasy and warm skin, but it is rolled away by the flying waterfall waves, as if forever Not a single drop can drown in the warmth of the palm, only slipped into the water curtain hole with that delicate and weak posture, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Kuyi sighed sadly, held the snow waterfall with both hands, lost his mind in a daze, unexpectedly his feet slipped, the snow skirt swayed, and he fell off the stage like a swallow fluttering. I want to grab something to rely on, but I have nothing but waterfall beads.

Despair stretches like a vine, as if the hole is really about to be filled and turned into a puddle of grievances.

Suddenly a person floated in the air, stretched his long arms lightly, held her waist, carried her in the cool arms, pierced through the clouds and fog, and shot out of the rushing water curtain obliquely, his whole body was wet and firmly landed on the dry bed. On the purple stone ground.

It turns out that the water curtain cave is connected with the purple vetch grass garden, with pink and purple leaves and small flowers blooming. The luster is very exquisite and eye-catching.

Kuyi wiped the water mist on his face with both hands, exhaled a breath of refreshment, his brows were hibiscus-colored, and he smiled in a pattern: "Black little monster, I only thought it was you!"

Lu Yu brushed the white hair sticking to his face, and said angrily: "Stupid girl, how are you doing?"

"Anyway, it's not the first time. It's hard for you to just treat me as a good person. It's not surprising if you're used to it. It's a natural sight." Ku Yi twisted the water on her skirt, raised her eyes, and pointed at him. The black clothes were streakless and full of color, and said strangely: "Little black monster, why aren't your clothes wet?"

"What's so strange? Haven't you heard of Ji Guangyu avoiding water?" Lu Yu teased her with a glance, turned and left.

"No wonder, Ji Guangyu is naturally excellent in the world, but it's hard for the weaver girl to weave one piece with her skillful hands, as thin as a strand of hair. In what year and month can she weave one piece? Besides, how can this Ji Guangyu's divine animal feather be obtained by ordinary people? My mother said that those who can get the auspicious light feather in the world are also very predestined. Once Aunt Qian Zi got it occasionally, but she wove a single garment for people. It is thin and cool, warm and warm, and can be worn in all seasons. What about it?" Ku Yi flicked up to catch up, provoking him with words, looking into his eyes with bright eyes.

"So what?" Lu Yu's starry eyes were full of fire, and he stopped suddenly, looking directly at her, and they could smell their uneven breathing, and the eyes were full of smoke, as if they could spit out fire.

"If so, why didn't you avenge Aunt Qian Zi? Let her be poisoned to death?" Ku Yi was firm, with a determined attitude, and her lips were as cool as frost.

Lu Yu stared at her in astonishment, grabbed her wrist, and shouted angrily: "Who told you that Zi'er was poisoned?"

"I just occasionally heard the conversation between Mother Yue and Aunt Xiqiu, and guessed that Aunt Qian Zi's death was not caused by a simple illness, but that she was secretly drugged with incense." Kuyi let him squeeze his wrist tightly, As if being strangled by a crab's claw, the pain made her forehead sweat, she clenched her teeth, squeezed the pain, and said softly.

Lu Yu was stunned on the spot, with great anger in his palms, his bright eyes were tinged with cold air, but his face was as calm as water and said: "Since it is a speculation, the credibility will naturally return to zero. You live in peace, don't pretend to be smart to get involved in it, and cause trouble. What the hell, your mother Yue can't keep you."

Kuyi pulled away from her wrist with all her might, her eyes filled with unknown fire, filled with annoyance like flowing water, and said sullenly: "Little black monster, if there is any truth in the future, I would rather rot in my belly than tell you. Aunt Qian Zi loves you for nothing!"

There was a deep mark on his wrist, which was red and scorching.Kuyi took a breath, stomped her feet, turned around and left without anger, a woman in purple flashed in front of her eyes, she smiled sweetly, always warm and generous, without asking for anything in return, ignoring grievances, as if she lived only for the sake of the apex of her heart That man, even if he died for him, would be as sweet as sugar.

What kind of delicate woman is that?
Bitter barley's eyes were unknowingly stained with mist, moistening a pair of ink pupils as beautiful as hibiscus, while rubbing the sore spot on the wrist, it seemed that the pain had also spread to all internal organs of the body, a bone-piercing sadness.

Lu Yu's black clothes swung past, blocking her way, and pulled out something from his waist, his brows were as pale as autumn water, and they were frighteningly deep, and the color of alienation was drawn on his pretty lips: "I specially ordered a good one from Yupu. The color of jade is better than that of miserable green bamboo."

Kuyi hesitated a little, Lu Yu stuffed it into her hand, tapped the stone with his toes, and flew across the emerald rockery, the black clothes disappeared in the direction of Hongpu.

In the past few days, he not only came by the moonlight, but also came here in the sunshine. He seemed to have fallen in love with the peaceful life in Jieqiyuan. Withered day by day.

Zhuo Qing's eyes were no longer sad, as if he had gone through the most embarrassing years.

Jieqi Garden has a beautiful scenery, and there is no shortage of green bamboos.

Perhaps Concubine Xiang was complaining, so he should hold the hatred, and scratching off the red spots would relieve his anger.

Kuyi is happy to pick up ready-made bamboo pieces and make them into Bizhuxiao pens and wash fan bones.

(End of this chapter)