Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 123 Cycad (1)
Lu Yu stared at her firmly, her clear and beautiful face may hide too much of the past, but the dark shadow cannot be wiped away from the black crystal eyes, like a deep pool of water, the bottom of which hides fear and worry.

He turned around silently, facing a pool of red lotus, and said sadly on his lips: "When Zi'er was seriously ill, I happened to be outside. I don't know what happened during this time. I entrusted her to Qingmo. Growing up together, they have deep affection, and they are the best sisters with Wanyue Jiangye, and I have always regarded them as the closest people. Although Jiangye is cold and temperamental, Qingmo has a stable and docile temperament, and Wanyue is very lively and willful With a chivalrous heart, Zi'er is the most well-behaved and considerate. No matter how many grievances she suffers, she pretends to be in her heart and refuses to appeal to others. Zier's heart, until she died, I regret it, if she is alive, I will love her well, marry her as Wanyue's wish, maybe Zier will not die of sadness, and lose her posthumous name in vain Points. Unexpectedly, it was poisoned.”

Lu Yu's gloomy pupils were covered with deep autumn frost, and his fingertips touched the "black sword" on his waist, as if drawing a knife to cut off hatred longer.

Knowing him for such a long time, this is the time he confides his heart and words the most. Perhaps after staying in the pure and warm Jieqiyuan for a long time, being as indifferent as him, is it because the edges and corners of his heart are gradually no longer as hard as a stone?

Kuyi was happy in her heart, but her face was calm and peaceful.

The sky flies over the scattered chaffinches, leaving the continuous song of the bird, as if conveying its infinite attachment to the white clouds.

"All entrustment in this world is a kind of beautiful affection, but it is often the first cause of death. No one can fully bear the word entrustment. Either give it with life or give it with hatred. There is a middle way Got it? My mother entrusted me to Mother Yue, but she also harmed Mother Yue. You entrusted Aunt Qian Zi to Qingmo, I’m afraid that you found a good opportunity for being murdered." Kuyi clenched the red lotus in her hand, and lightly put the tip of her nose , Sniffing the elegant fragrance, flowers are always beautiful, the soul of the flower has no contention, no anger, no complaints, no regrets, it is only for the appreciation of the world, to get the best of its fragrance and quality, in order to bloom again in the future, the flower Two fragrant leaves.

When people go, they will never come back.

Is it not the living who suffer?

To the east of the lotus pond are rows of Davidia involucrata trees, tall trees, gorgeous flowers, white as fat, lustrous like jadeite, like doves spreading their wings, just like wind chimes under the eaves fluttering in the wind, touching people's soul.

The wind is aware of the taste of people, rippling and shaking, lifting the skirts of the two sleeves.

Lu Yu took out the jasper flute in his lapel, stroked it lightly, his eyes looked pained, but he said in a calm tone: "Zi'er has knowledge in the underground, you must hate me for pretending to be smart, and costing her life."

There was a bitter taste on Ku Yi's lips: "Do you think she will really hate you? Someone who really loves you will never hate you. Aunt Qian Zi is well-behaved and kind, so is she the one who holds grudges and grabs her? Gentle Jasmine, I don’t know how many powerful lines are hidden in her heart. If she hadn’t been given to you as a concubine by Xiuyu Jianhuang, I wouldn’t suspect her.”

"I've never admitted that I have anything to do with her! It's her business that she accepts herself as a concubine! It's too late for me to hate you!" Lu Yu glared at her angrily, his eyes were like boiling water, splashing through her and suddenly cooling down colored contact lenses.

"This is your business, I don't bother to care about it! There are many men with three wives and four concubines, so I don't care about you. It's cool to get a concubine first, and then marry a wife. What about heroes, they have different temperaments." Ku Yi raised his eyebrows. Accumulated the blue color, threw away the red lotus in his hand, turned around and walked towards the peacock chrysanthemum opposite.

The white skirt turned over, her footsteps paused, and she turned back to pick up the red lotus. A branch of low-light lotus was worth tens of dollars, and it was too wasteful to waste it.

(End of this chapter)