Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 241
After Kuyi and Graceful didn't understand, they were both shocked.

Who else will she harm?

who is alive

Bitter barley's mind was spinning wildly, his thoughts were in a mess, and his footsteps drifted away like a dream.

Grace took her waist with pity, fearing that she would fall to the ground by mistake, but she felt desolate and anxious in her heart. The elder sister she identified was actually Xiao Yao, who was well-known in the world, the emperor's favorite concubine Li Huan. Entering the palace and sealing the lord of the first palace, how honorable and doting, but unfortunately in the end it was nothing.

The world is boiling against the sky, contending for short stories and long stories, and letting others speak in vain.

But she met Xiao Yao, and the meeting was so beautiful and so sad.

She used to be full of guesses, but seeing it now, she realized that she was in a different situation from the uproar in the public.

No matter what, she likes Ba Qing, and also likes Xiao Yao. To her, she is her righteous sister whom she respects and adores, and no one can defeat her loyal and persistent love for her.

Kuyi seemed to feel her heart from her palm, just clinging to her hand, like a weak child attached to a sister.

The two are fisting with each other, completely different from the resentment of the previous two.

The flowers and plants are fragrant, the aroma enters the nose, and there is a quiet breath.

A few beautiful shadows, not saying a word, branches and leaves, each silent.

The four of them walked through long corridors and came to a bamboo forest abode.

In the distance, the sound of the piano is congcong, like weeping and complaining, dyeing people's eyes cold and disturbing the heart.

Quiet and quiet, lonely and deep.A fluffy and graceful Xiangfei bamboo, stained like someone's tears, dyed the bamboo body and leaves, unlike the Xiangfei bamboo next to it, there are dots of dark marks on the leaves, as if revealing the owner's sad heart, life is like death.

Feng Yizhu's feet were soft, seeing Zhu was like seeing a brother, the sharpness in his eyes weakened a bit.

Xiudong took a deep breath and said softly, "Miss Ye, I'm coming in."

The sound of the piano stopped, and a icy and bone-chilling voice responded weakly: "Come in."

The tone of voice is like a secluded pool covered with snow three feet in winter, and people can't help shivering when they hear it.

Bitter Job's heart beats, the voice is so familiar!who is it?
Xiudong pushed the door lightly, a snow-white brocade curtain with bamboo patterns blocked his view, and the light in the room was as dark as the first dark night.

Bitter Job's tears suppressed the rushing thoughts, and couldn't help but lift the curtain first, and what fell into the eyelashes was snow-like long hair, dazzlingly white.

She was sitting beside the piano, with her back facing the door, and in front of her was a bamboo-patterned glazed screen, inside which lay a person on a brocade couch, whose face could not be seen clearly.

That beautiful figure was dressed in snow clothes, and there was no variegated color all over his body, his fingers were so pale that he couldn't see the sun, and his fingertips were long and thin, as if he could gouge out human bones by stretching out his fingers.

After five years, her figure was all too familiar, even though she was stained with sorrow, even if she was turned into a bone, she could still recognize who she was.

Bitter Job's tears trembled and called, "Aunt Jiangye!"

The man's fingers trembled, and he looked back slowly. The eyes were as beautiful and deep as before, as cold as a pool, and there was still a trace of death. She gradually smiled, with half a bit of relief between her lips and teeth: "Lord Hou, you are back. .”

It seems very intimate, as if we were only separated for a moment.

Kuyi's feet were soft, with tears in her eyes, she walked towards her slowly, towards that lifeless beautiful face, how could she be so haggard and sad?Another gray hair?
"Don't get close, Chunyi is asleep, don't wake him up." Jiang Ye called her in a low voice, restraining her sword energy.

Feng Yizhu's heart trembled, and he stretched out his palm to touch her body, Jiang Ye rested his long wrist, and the two of them joined hands, a gust of steam came, Jiang Ye tried to prevent her from approaching, Feng Yizhu separated from her He kicked diagonally towards the glazed screen, and the screen quickly closed, revealing the person on the couch, his face was peaceful, as quiet as water, even after five years had passed, he was still handsome and majestic, moving his soul.

(End of this chapter)