Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 143: Violent Eyes (2)
"Is it really not sad at all?" The young master murmured dejectedly, the light in his eyes blurred, as if he had lost his soul, and also seemed to be pitifully masturbating.

Shui Su comforted her softly: "I'm really not sad. The third lady broke free from the sufferings of the world and went to accompany her mother who loves her dearly. She is not suffering!"

Shui Su choked up sobs, tears swirled in his eyes, unwilling to let them drip.

The third lady is suffering, but she just turns the suffering into indifference, but this suffering is also created by the mistress, as a maidservant, how can she clearly explain the mystery here?What's more, the young master has such a violent temper, he might kill someone.

"It's really not bitter?" The young master's eyes were wrong, and he stabbed bitterly with his cold eyes, and said bitterly: "How can Yi'er not be bitter? Damn girl, you live freely in the world for her name and enjoy Yi'er to the fullest." It was you who broke her life, if it wasn't for you, she would have lived a good life, it was you who destroyed her soul! I will never let you live freely and insult Yi'er's elegant and fragrant soul!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his palm and quickly patted Kuyi.

Jin Li hurriedly grabbed his waist and called out: "Master, the third miss likes Miss Kuyi, and she is willing to let Miss Kuyi live for her. She said that it is her joy that Miss Kuyi came to continue her unfulfilled dream. Death without regrets! If you hurt Miss Kuyi, it will really make Miss San's soul restless!"

"Really? Yi'er likes her? Yi'er voluntarily let her be born to her?... Yi'er, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, so I deserve to die..." The young master murmured, his voice as miserable as dark, deep pain surfaced , with dizzy eyesight, slowly moved away from them, gently stroking the blue chrysanthemum.

The blue chrysanthemum nestles faintly in his palm, as if it has embraced the beauty of thousands of generations.He whispered softly: "As you wished, I found the best gardener and cultivated the blue barley. You said that you like the blue sky, the white clouds drift down, and the blue barley is everywhere. Freedom, openness and withering must be more beautiful than human beings. Now I have fulfilled your wish for you, but it is a pity that you are not here, and you can't see it."

He paused, with bitterness lingering between his lips and teeth: "Lan Kuyi is really beautiful, so beautiful that everyone comes to peek at it, Yi'er, should I listen to you and let them fold and share what you want?" Huanxi, because beautiful flowers are for people to appreciate, not to hide like you, and in the end you lost even the chance to rectify your name... Yi'er, Yi'er..."

Ku Yi looked at him silently, the initial disgust gradually turned into tender affection, he is Zhuo Yue, the eldest son of Xiu Yu Jian Huang and Zhuo Guan, the most honorable direct son of the Zhuo family, and the future helm of the Zhuo family.

He is Zhuo Kuyi's warmest reliance, and the only brother and sister in the Zhuo family's courtyard. His care and respect for Zhuo Kuyi is touching. People are not afraid of his bad temper, only Zhuo Kuyi's gentle and watery eyes can calm down the restless and stubborn him.

If he hadn't been sent to Nanyue to learn swordsmanship by Xiuyu Jianhuang ten years ago, Zhuo Kuyi would not have been tortured to death in just five years because of her tricks.

If he hates, the person who hates is not others, but his own mother.

Kuyi stared at him with pitiful eyes, and sighed for him.

Zhuo Zhuo didn't look at them again, Xiu Zhu walked away slowly with a long body, holding a bunch of blue bitter barley in his hand.

The faint light of jade, shining with moving beauty, seems to be full of bitterness and smile.

Bitter job's tears are slightly wet, and I can't bear to look at it.

She gently placed the blue chrysanthemum in her hand on the red jadeite round table in the Juting Pavilion. It is better to let it accompany the free flower affairs in the vast world.

Not far from the Juting Pavilion was Zhuo Huanju, a young man in green long clothes came waving a feather fan from the garden, his face was as warm as the sun, he was not polite, he didn't talk to them, he just glanced at them, and said indifferently: "Follow me I come!"

Shui Su and the others looked at Kuyi, blinking their eyes a few times, feeling a little confused.

Who is he?When did you have such a handsome young hero by your side?
Kuyi smiled lightly: "Okay, thank you!"

The young man ignored it, just shook his feather fan and walked forward. As he walked, a few small yellow and green pebbles seemed to have been intentionally or unintentionally leaked from his palms. tattoo.

Kuyi didn't understand what it meant, and didn't bother to ask.

The young man turned a few turns, turned towards a courtyard opposite the Peony Garden, tiptoed to the ground, and quickly rolled away, his posture was so chic and unrestrained, so handsome.

Bitter barley was stunned, Meteor Garden!
Unexpectedly, Yue's mother would choose such a self-abuse method to live opposite her elder sister!

Repairing fish and cutting huang, I am afraid it will be a torment.

A person who hates her the most is also her closest relative, stealing her husband without any scruples, and living in front of her magnificently, standing proudly in her breath, is like hanging a cold sword, Pierce her intellectual bones and torture her mind.

Mother Yue, you are so tragic!

Bitter Job's tears brow bones are sore, the wolf is rushing in the chest, and there is a raging undercurrent full of holes.

The high wall in front of you is surrounded by golden vines, and the long vines are colorful, as if covered with golden light, gorgeous and dazzling.

Zhuo Guan is a wealthy man in the world, she is never surprised by strange things, what surprises her is the elegance after the extravagance, the Meteor Garden is not as prosperous as imagined, just the same color of begonias, just like the begonias in Binghou's mansion Court.

She still loves Haitang, misses the picture scroll of yesterday, and recalls her father's kindness to her.

Such nostalgia is bound to take away traces of happiness and leave behind a pool of pain.

The door is ajar, as if this place is the cleanest and cleanest place, free to come and go.

Unfortunately, no one dares to care about it.

In the Meteor Garden, what flows are the stars of yesterday, and what stays there is the peerless beauty of the present.

"Miss, if Shouchun Gong is where?" Shui Su's pupils showed anxiety.

"It's okay, he should be content with five years of peace." Ku Yi was as indifferent as smoke.

Gently stretching his fingers, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and he simply pushed it away, but calmed down a bit.

The moon cave gate, the begonia curtain, and the figures are as elegant as flying.

Whoever fiddles with the wonderful song shakes people's hearts.

A brilliance as beautiful as a white lotus fell into the eyelashes, and a red as a rose-like dust bead hairpin bloomed in the heart. Isn't she the mother of the moon who thinks about it day and night?

As far as the eye can see, it turned out that Zhuo Guan was playing the piano, and Mother Yue was dancing.

Lang laughs among the flowers, and the concubine is like a butterfly in front of the court. Both are handsome and elegant. The most beautiful couple in the world is nothing more than this.

(End of this chapter)