Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 137
"My aunt, the bitter barley is polite." The bitter barley curled up and stepped forward with a blessing.

Xiuyu Jianhuang was slightly taken aback, as expected, she was a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy. She hadn't seen her for five years, and not only was she not dead, but she was still alive and beautiful.

As if expected and unexpected, her cool eyes were frosty, and a sneer burst out: "Zhuo Kuyi, you live a beautiful life, but I underestimated you."

"Kuyi is just following the teachings of my aunt, self-restricted to see through the soul, and dare not live in the beautiful scenery." Kuyi smiled like a breeze, with a calm demeanor.

Xiu Yujian Huang secretly snapped her tongue, shed her greenness and ignorance, she was as beautiful as a lotus, full of flowers, graceful and charming, a rare national beauty in the world.

Compared with her, Xiu Yu Jian Huang suddenly felt a sense of loss. The beauty was late, and the old woman was blinded by time, but the bright moon was shining alone, and the beautiful face of the girl was shining.

There were a bunch of mustard children in Jieqi Garden, whom she used to disdain to put on their sharp eyes and brows, but under the knots, they were already outstandingly fragrant, all of them were tall and tall, with snow-muscled eyes, shining beautifully, very charming pupils.Unexpectedly, in just five years, this group of little-known young girls, the bitterness and timidity of the past have disappeared, and all of them suppressed her hidden beauty with pure and clear eyes.

Xiuyu Jianhuang suppressed the anger in her heart, glanced like a sword at the incense stick on the red sandalwood table in front of her, and shot ice beads in her eyes: "It really is you! Fragrant muscle bitter barley powder! Pure natural bitter barley, mixed with red The flowers and green catkins are not only beautifying and rejuvenating, the fragrance can relieve tiredness, and you can also make tea to relieve worries. The sign you played is really ingenious. You are so strange, but you want to steal the Zhuo family's fragrance powder business? no?"

At the end of the conversation, the beautiful voice was tinged with a poisonous taste. They picked up the golden straw on the case and threw it on the emerald bricks. Nanny, the more you live, the better you will be!"

Nanny Shan's pupils shrank, she lowered her head, and leaned against Fu's mother Jing, as if she wanted to avoid her vicious eyes.

Mother Jing clenched her hands tightly, her hands trembling slightly, as if at such an age, she could no longer bear her hot hands.

A ray of light flashed on Kuyi's lips, and Qing Lingling said: "My aunt, Kuyi alone bears all the blame, and has nothing to do with others. The fragrant muscle bitter barley powder is just to miss Miss Kuyi, and there is no confrontation with my aunt. It means that bitter barley only wants to earn some work, and using the ready-made flowers and plants in the garden, it is a waste of things to turn them into mud, and bitter barley has no other intention."

"Have no intentions?" Xiuyu Jianhuang grasped her chin and used a dark force, wishing to destroy this unparalleled face. Her beautiful eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, and seemed to contain a lot of resentment: "Stinky girl!" , if you really have no intentions, you should have taken a different name, why did you use the word bitter? You want to imply to me that although you are self-confident, you are living a life that is pure and pure like a chrysanthemum. You just want to get back with me. The promise made five years ago! Then you left this garden, and used your fragrant muscle bitter barley powder to create a bright future, Ba Qing, you are not small in ambition, and dare to compare with Nuhuai Qingtai, what are you thinking?"

"My aunt's scheming is at the pinnacle, even if Kuyi didn't have such intentions, if it fell into my aunt's mouth, it would still make Kuyi suddenly enlightened. Thank you aunt for guiding Kuyi to a bright path."

Xiu Yu Jian Huang was stunned, his hand was hardened, his eyes were furious, as if turning fire into a knife, the corners of his lips were cold, and a cold bead shot her face: "Zhuo Kuyi, you are courting death!"

The voice seemed to have sword energy, as if killing people instantly was invisible.

(End of this chapter)