Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 172 Darkness (1)
Jieqi Garden blooms four seasons.

Shui Su and others planted flowers with skillful hands, and everyone became a Chinese hand of flowers under the influence of bitter barley.

The fragrance permeates, curling up like smoke and mist, so elegant and harmonious.

The house is warm and beautiful without incense, and all kinds of brilliance are eye-catching.

Ah Fang and Xi Dai are extremely happy, such a place is very suitable for cultivating the mind and nature!Both of them sent people back to the Kingdom to report the letter, and temporarily lived in the Zhuo Mansion, using the pretext that Xionghuang tried his best to stay and not let them leave, so as to express their love for the sisters after many years of absence.

Xi Dai is an unfettered master, but Ah Fang is not.

Queen Liao Tu was very dissatisfied, Liu Ling comforted her, her bright eyes turned slightly, and she had an idea.

Three days later, she sent Nuan Xue to serve her in exchange for Ning Zi.

The relaxed time that was finally won, was originally the most comfortable time for Ah Fang, but with the warm snow that followed him everywhere, it was greatly reduced.

She was pretty and charming, and she called out charmingly, "Bie Yan!"

Bie Yan came over with a smile: "Master Seventh, what's the matter?"

"Although Nuanxue has been to the imperial palace, she doesn't pay much attention to the private mansions, but the Zhuo's courtyard is really beautiful, and there are many beautiful scenery, please take her to the Zhuo's courtyard to have a good time." A Fang smiled, Very lively.

Bie Yan glanced at Xionghuang, who smiled secretly and said heartily: "Go, be careful. Don't go astray."

Bie Yan turned her bright eyes and said with a smile: "Miss Nuanxue, let's go, it is the duty of the servants to let the masters be quiet. It is also our blessing that the master does not allow us to serve, isn't it? Let's rest more freely it is good."

Nuan Xue rolled her eyes and looked at her, and said neither coldly nor indifferently: "Third Lord has told me to stay with Seventh Lord well, if Seventh Lord has high mountains and low water, Nuan Xue will die without a place to bury him."

"Master Qiweng is in Jieqi Garden, safe and secure, how can you say such exaggerated words? Let's go!" As Xionghuang's personal maid, Bie Yan's skills are not weak. Sheng Sheng was dragged out by her, and shouted angrily: "Bie Yan, you are going to die, let me go! I won't go, I want to accompany Lord Qiweng!"

"But I really want to accompany you, Nuanxue, you are so beautiful, it's a pity not to walk around in the courtyard, it's a pity that this princess is beautiful. Let's go, don't be hypocritical." Bie Yan's mouth was soft, and she dragged her away from Jie Qi Court.

Several people in the room burst into laughter.

Bitter barley smiles like a begonia in front of the window, and she has a good heart.

If Ah Fang had a right-hand assistant, he would have a chance with Liu Ling's mother and daughter.She's sick right now, so I'll try to help her in the future.

Lu Yu's footsteps were silent, like fallen leaves without a trace.

Afang's concubines all have radiant eyes, and the thoughts of her daughter's family are flowing with the waves, her face is shy and delicate, and her fragrance is blurred.The coy scene of the two fell into Ku Yi's eyes, and she was secretly startled.

Bitterness and sourness came together, and for a while, his eyes were fixed on Lu Yu's face that was always as cold as iron, and he couldn't help himself.

Lu Yumei Peak was cold, stretched out his fingers to take his pulse, and said as light as the winter pond water: "Rest well, don't move any more."

Kuyi gouged him out and said politely, "If you find it annoying, don't come, let Shuisu get the medicine."

Lu Yu ignored her and took her other wrist to feel her pulse.

Xionghuang smiled slightly: "Young Master Yu, don't worry, the few of us will take good care of her."

Lu Yu nodded, put the medicine on the case, and walked away.

His back is handsome and cold, different from Zhuoyou's arrogance and unrestraint, not like the Qingfeng Jiyue of the King of Lujiang, nor the heroic and vigorous Tibetan of the emperor. His eyebrows, his eyes, his heart.

(End of this chapter)