Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 252
Waking up the next morning, having had breakfast, Kuyi took the fine clothes and personally sent them to Feng Yizhu's guest residence.

Feng Yizhu took Hua Yi unceremoniously, pushed her outside the door and waited.

Kuyi shook her head and laughed, when did this weird soul make people feel close to each other?

Fuying and Yutong come over, their expressions are very friendly.People get along with each other for a long time, even if they are not like-minded people, there is a secret friendship, like a sister's family relationship.What's more, Yutong has a gentle temperament and is also lively and intelligent, so she is very popular with Fuying.

Fu Ying's eyebrows were indifferent, and she said in a gentle voice: "Ku Yi, I want to go and see Mr. Feng, we are all from the Jianghu, we have been with him for a few times, it's a high mountain and flowing water, it's a pity that he died young, so we should go for a visit bye."

"Helping Lady has a heart, and Kuyi will be perfect. But whether she can meet her or not depends on the wisdom of Feng Nuxia." Kuyi's beautiful contact lenses gave her a glance, knowing that she must have understood everything because of her intelligence.

That's good, it saves her a lot of talking.

Fuying and her are like sisters in the rivers and lakes. You don't need to deliberately get along with each other, one time is enough.

No matter how secretive her identity was, she didn't want to hide it from her confidante, besides, more and more people knew about it now, and sooner or later the truth would come out, only before she had time to finish her work.

Fu Ying smiled and nodded: "With you here, things will happen naturally, I believe in you."

Kuyi smiled gently and said nothing more.

Another person who believed in her, this trust was enough to warm her, so what did she care about?

A few people looked at the verdant plum bamboo, the bamboo leaves were pointed, elegant and exquisite, as if someone had carefully carved each piece, it was very eye-catching.No matter how heavy the heart is, facing Gao Yi's green bamboo, the heart is sober, and the warmth wraps the pupils.

The door opened and people appeared.

Everyone's eyes lit up, what a handsome Jiangnan swordsman, one of the storms and thunders, Mr. Feng Chunyi.

Fuying was stunned, Feng Yizhu changed into men's clothing, wearing a gorgeous purple lun scarf, white clothes like snow, standing with hands behind his back, like bamboo cultivating his posture.She is just like the pure clothes of the past, with a romantic and unrestrained style, an extraordinary aura, a wisp of elegance and nobility, like a natural treasure, elegant and elegant, dazzling people's eyes.

The only scary thing is that her face is covered with snow-white catkin powder, exuding the natural fragrance of green catkins, and her lips are extremely pale and bloodless, as if she came from a thousand-year-old valley.

Kuyi looked at Feng Yizhu, her beautiful eyes hurt, and the scene five years ago filled her heart, stabbing her heart. Only by suppressing it with all her strength, could she maintain a calm expression, nodded and said: "It's very similar, enough It's confusing the fake."

Feng Yizhu said coldly: "This is the last time I dress up as brother, Zhuo Kuyi, I hope everything goes well!"

"It will be as you wish!" Ku Yiyu went to Cheng Mansion first as everyone left.

Fortunately, the two families are connected, and Chengfu is the Chengfu after passing through a moon gate, which is much more convenient than before.

Xiu Dong had been waiting at Yimen, picked up the crowd, exchanged a few simple greetings, and led them to the bamboo garden.

Pushing open the bamboo fence gate, what greets the eyes is the faint jade, the blue sky and the green land, besides elegant people, a cool and cool feeling penetrates the hearts of the people.

Such a place is suitable for high-ranked people to live in seclusion, but it is not suitable for sad people to imprison themselves.

The sound of the piano is shattering, like rain falling without roots, like snow blowing in the wind, hitting people's ears, and the chill can't stop the sky and the ground.She just sits like this all day long, picking out the miserable and dark rhyme with her fingertips, how can she not hurt herself?Even people who are in a good mood listen to it for a long time, and they become obsessed with it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves from indulging in suffering.

Graceful said most sadly: "Sister, Aunt Ye makes my heart ache, I really can't bear to hear it for a moment longer, she has hurt herself for too long, how long can she hold on?"

(End of this chapter)