Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 153 Dongfeng (2)
Lu Yu Qingmo condensed in the distance, and said plainly and without a clue: "Isn't it stupid for the emperor to favor the concubine and become obsessed with the rivers and lakes?"

"So what if I'm stupid? A thought in my heart is far more powerful than wind, flowers, water and moon. Even if the emperor sends me picturesque mountains and rivers, how can it match the true feelings in my heart? What does it matter to me that the emperor favors the concubine?" Ku Yi pouted him. At one glance, sweet and sour intertwine in the bottom of my heart, the two are entangled, and I try my best to shake off the ripples, and a smile blooms on my face, like a low-light lotus that has bloomed alone on the pond, which is unique, charming and elegant, and gathers people's eyes.

The eyes of the two looked at each other, one was gentle and graceful, and the other faded away calmly and self-sufficient.

Lu Yu couldn't control his bewildered eyes, walked away, and said: "The only person who can help you right now is Xionghuang!"

"Hei Xiaoguai, why are you running?" Kuyi called deliberately, covered her lips and smiled secretly, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He is in such a panic, what is he afraid of?
It's a pity that I don't know his intentions, and I dare not guess blindly, lest I disturb my prudent heart.

Kuyi stared at the direction he was going away, trying to calm down the undercurrents in his chest.

"Stupid female slave, what are you laughing at? Are you really suffering from dementia?" The strange tone of yin and yang rushed to the ears, and a ray of scorching wind and heat wafted to him.

Standing in front of him is a tall and shady figure, like a tall green bamboo, the leaves of which turn into clusters of sharp arrows, ready to explode at the touch of a button.

His rich clothes and jade pendant, extremely gorgeous sapphire blue, woven with gold and silver, are extremely luxurious.

Kuyi sneered coldly: "I am also grateful to my aunt for my loss of heart. She is kind and loving, and Kuyi is grateful."

Zhuozhuo's eyebrows twitched sharply, as if being stabbed in the sore spot, he raised his wrist and grabbed her hand, his lips hidden needles angrily: "Smelly female slave, you ask for it, if you don't be a good concubine, it's not enough to destroy the whole family, but also implicate Zhuo Can't make it at home?"

"Zhuo's family is as safe as a rock, how could I be able to move it? I'm afraid I'm not satisfied if someone destroys the Xiao Clan, but I don't know if I want to move the Emperor's Clan." Ku Yi glanced sarcastically, shook off his hand, Ru Hanshi: "Zhao Zhuo, you'd better stay away from me, otherwise I don't know what harm it will do to me, maybe there will be no place to bury me."

"What do you mean? Who wants to move the Emperor's family after destroying the Xiao family?" Zhuoyue was extremely annoyed, and his eyes seemed to burst.

"How dare I say it too clearly? At best, I just added a pair of hostile eyes." Kuyi stabbed him indifferently.

"What are you making a fuss about? I haven't understood what you said about Yi'er last time, but I added another one today. To be honest, I don't have the time to make wild guesses with you!" Zhuo Zhuo raised his brows angrily, and clenched his palms. He raised his fist, as if his hostility was about to flare up again.

Kuyi Qingmo sneered: "Ask your mother." After saying that, she turned around, not wanting to entangle him any longer, her heart was tired enough, and she was really powerless to entangle with such an arrogant young master.

"Slave girl, you dare to slander my mother!" Zhuo Zhuo was so angry that he couldn't bear it any longer, he slammed his palm on her back, Ku Yi heard the knife coming, but couldn't dodge it in time, and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Excellence was taken aback, and said angrily: "Stinky girl, don't you know how to use the moon to play shadows? I feel guilty for deliberately hurting you?"

Kuyi wiped off the blood with a handkerchief, stared at him coldly, with contempt on his lips: "Zhao Zhuo, your guilt is only because of Zhuo Kuyi, not me, Xiao Yao. If that is the case, it is better to be less emotional, lest you really feel guilty." I don't have the energy to distinguish between the real and the fake, and I don't want to waste my time, I have too many things to do, it's better than your son sitting back and enjoying the scenery."

She turned around elegantly, staggered slightly, still stubbornly straightened her back, like an autumn chrysanthemum in the wind and frost, extraordinarily proud and graceful.

"Smelly girl, I'm here to tell you that the king of Jiangdu will be here at noon, you'd better avoid seeing her." Zhuoyou looked at her back and called out, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart. He looked at his hands and slapped them bitterly. On the camellia tree, the flowers fell to the ground, and the fragrance was blown by the wind, covering him all over his clothes.

(End of this chapter)