Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 125 The Cuckoo (1)
Lu Yu blocked her hand, chewed a few mouthfuls as if nothing had happened, and swallowed it into his stomach. Fang's side eyes fixed on her, and he said calmly: "Sweet and refreshing, how can it be poisonous?"

Qingmo ignored him, and casually pulled a bunch of grass from the bushes under the cycad tree, and stuffed it in his hand: "Licorice root can cure all poisons, and you will be fine if you eat it."

"I've been poisoned countless times in half my life. What kind of toxin is this idea? I can't die." Lu Yu squeezed the licorice, saw her eyes were burning, it didn't look like a joke, Fang put it in his mouth and chewed, swallowing the juice and spitting out the dregs, calmly, as if in the past. The chicness that came out of the sword bushes with blood.

Qingmo was worried and resentful, so she untied the silk handkerchief around her waist, gave him to wipe his lips, turned back to the house and fetched water for him to clean his mouth, then stabilized his mood, and said softly: "It's not easy for the iron tree to bloom, but it finally bears fruit , Sister Zi took such a nice name as phoenix egg, but who knew it was poisonous, it can be seen that it looks precious, but it is full of toxins inside, what a pity."

Phoenix eggs?Only Zi'er with a wise heart wants to get a good name.

Lu Yu sighed secretly in his heart, his eyes were gloomy, and he said calmly like water: "Does Zi'er know that it is poisonous?"

His face was as dark as ever, with a cold and sharp light.

The green jasmine jade white fingertips touched the juice of impatiens, and there is a faint beauty, and the fingertips are wrapped around the poppies silk handkerchief, twisting like a red snake spitting out long red letters, as if to squeeze out the bright red Juice comes.

"You also know that Sister Ziyue and I never dared to eat the fruit on the tree indiscriminately. How did she know? Not long after she left, I occasionally fed phoenix eggs to the golden dog, seeing how much it likes to eat." I fed it a few times, I didn't want to die suddenly with bleeding from my mouth, the young miss has been heartbroken for many days, and she punished me for half a year." Qing Mo quietly touched the burning pain around her lips with a handkerchief, and flashed in her eyes A few ice shadows.

His firm back is like a slender bamboo, lying across the bottom of her pupils.

He is her hurdle, her robbery.

Even though he was as icy and cold as a cliff, she still had hope, and that hope disturbed her thoughts.

Qing Mo Yaya stepped forward to take his arm, and said softly like silk: "My lord, I thought in my heart that I should chop off these poisonous fruit trees, so as not to accidentally eat them and kill them someday, and worry If you refuse, you have betrayed Sister Zi's intentions, so I have to be careful not to allow servants to enter this Anju Garden privately, disturbing Sister Zi's peace."

Lu Yu brushed her hand away, took a step forward, caressed the phoenix-tail-like leaves, and nodded in pain: "Zi'er worked so hard to plant it, and said it took ten years for the cycad tree to bloom, and she waited obsessively for the flowers to bloom." When the child blooms, the heart will be broken after waiting. It turns out that flowers and people are dependent on blessings and misfortunes."

Qingmo's heart skipped a beat, her smile froze, and her red lips were full of misery: "Humans and flowers are just admiring each other. How can we deserve such a big fortune? If so, none of our daughters will love each other." Flowers hurt flowers, so stay away from them, wouldn’t they all look like flowers and have a long-lasting beauty?”

A trace of blue quietly floated between Lu Yu's eyebrows, as light as winter mist, without a drop of color: "The iron tree still has feelings, but people are not as good as the iron tree. It was I who betrayed Zi'er and her original intention of transplanting the iron tree. If I could turn back time, I would definitely take Zi'er out of this garden where people are bound, but it's a pity that my assumptions are not true after all."

"Since you know it's not true, why do you always have to wait until you lose it before you know how to cherish it? Could it be that Qingmo died in exchange for the young master's nostalgia? Or maybe Qingmo is not as good as Sister Ziyue, and will never get half of the sincerity of the young master." ?” Qing Mo stared at him desolately, as if guessing a trace of warm emotion from his year-round depressed and cold eyes.

"You and they used to be the closest people to me. I can't save Jiangye, I can't help Yue'er. In fact, I am quite useless. Everything is gone, and what is held in the palm of my hand is nothingness. Qingmo, you have changed, your The eyes are no longer the gentle and charming, but cold and ruthless. Just like I can no longer be easygoing and unruly, I will never go back if I can’t go back. Zieryueer is a confidante, maybe you stay away from me Only then can I live a nourishing and supple life. I bear the blood and deep hatred, but I wander the chivalrous rivers and lakes, fulfilling my promise with my life, what good is it for you to follow me?" Lu Yujun's face was as cold as water.

(End of this chapter)