Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 24
Xiuyu Wanyue returned to Haitang Garden.

The begonias in the garden are dancing with the wind and butterflies, just like her master's magnificent demeanor, with charming eyes like silk.

As he got closer, a pair of cool and beautiful eyes seemed to be like the moonlight on a winter night breaking through the sky, and shot down on the person like thousands of years of ice beads, with endless coldness and bleakness, such lonely eyes.

Jiang Ye came forward to greet her: "Second Miss, I'm finally back, the Eldest Miss has sent a message with a pigeon."

"Say what?" Xiuyu Wanyue gave her a cold look.

Jiang Ye's eyebrows twitched, and her face, which was always as frosty, was indifferent: "The eldest lady said, the second lady is as benevolent as a woman, and when Xiao Yao enters the palace, the Xiao family will definitely have power, and it will be laborious to cut it off. The eldest lady decided to send Qingmo here."

Qingmo?The eldest sister's most capable confidant.

Qingmo appeared, blood spattered.

"The elder sister is too deceitful! Let her come!" Xiuyu Wanyue walked into the inner room, stretched out her long arms, revealing the hibiscus branches in her sleeves, and threw them on the red sandalwood table, saying in a harsh tone: "This is what you did!" Drunken fragrance, colorless and odorless, drunk with flowers, invades the human body, confuses people's hearts, after five times, the seven orifices bleed to death. Why are you and the eldest sister forcing me?"

Jiang Ye glanced at the flower branch, the color of the flower was bright red, as if the blood flower was blooming enchantingly.

"It's me!" Jiang Ye was emotionless and cold as ice: "Jiang Ye followed the second lady away from Shouchun for seven years, and was tired of the scenery of Kyoto. Jiang Ye just wanted to settle the grievances as soon as possible and return the clothes to his hometown."

"Do you think I believe it?" Xiuyu Wanyue was furious, stretched out her hand to pinch her neck, and said cruelly: "Jiang Ye, you and I depend on each other for life, and sisters love each other deeply. Could it be that you have grasped my temperament and know who I am? I don’t want to kill you, so I’m unscrupulous, right?”

There was a wisp of smoke in Jiang Ye's eyes, enduring the pain, and glanced at her calmly: "Second Miss won't kill me, how can I hurt Second Miss? Second Miss suffers from insomnia every night, why do you come here? Eldest Miss messenger One after another, they are compelling, but the second young lady has a kind heart and refuses to hurt the innocent, but Jiang Ye is different, Jiang Ye is just a killer, and the killer kills like his life, what's the pity for a Zhaoli?"

Xiuyu Wanyue shook her palms and said angrily, "Even if her heart is like stagnant water and her life is like a dead tree, God will take her away freely, so why bother you?"

"She's dead, Xiao Mian won't be able to live anymore, and Xiao Yao won't be able to enter the palace either. According to her perceptive temperament, she must stay in Xiao's house to find out the truth. What about the emperor?" Jiang Ye's eyes were cold, like winter. The ice flowers in the moon are freezing all over the place.

"The emperor will not let her be lonely alone, and often go out of the palace to visit the beauty, and you will be happy, right?" Xiuyu Wanyue's eyes filled with sadness, and she slowly let go.

"Second Miss's heart is as cold as snow, and the reason is self-evident. I'll talk about it. Does Second Miss really not want to leave?" Jiang Ye said indifferently.

"I won't leave!" Xiuyu Wanyue's beautiful eyes gouged out to her, her eyelashes filled with mist and mist.

Jiang Ye is intimate, who else can understand besides her?

"Why bother? Second Miss! No matter how good Junhou treats you, the eldest lady will kill the one after all. The eldest lady will definitely send Qingmo to come, and it will not be Zhaoli or Xiao Mian who will die, but Binghou One family, including Qing'er." Jiang Yemei was as cool as black iron, her every word was heartbreaking, and she handed over a crabapple silk handkerchief casually with her showy hand.

"Qing'er?" Xiuyu Wanyue murmured, as if the sound of the sword was piercing the most vicious stroke, falling on her heart, a little bit of chill sprouted, waking up her nightmare like soul.

Slowly taking the handkerchief and wiping away the tears, the shattered color of the pupils gradually narrowed, forming a frozen mark a few feet away, revealing a bit of biting murderous intent, a cold plum blooming in the first winter snow spread over the corners of her lips, she smiled thinly, and the gap between her teeth A sentence floated out: "Zhaoli is not allowed to die! I will do what I should do! You just want Xiao Yao not to enter the palace, what's the problem? Qingmo should come to welcome us, you miss her very much, don't you?" "

(End of this chapter)