Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 70 Bitter Barley (2)
After eating, the two returned to the previous abode.

There was no one in front of the house, making it even more desolate.

A sad call came from inside the house: "Miss...Miss..."

Xiao Yao lifted the curtain and entered, and the girl who fell into her eyelashes was as weak as a feather.

Her black pupils were like the dim moonlight, indistinctly shrouded in smoke, an ethereal brilliance.She is so beautiful, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her. She is dressed in white clothes like snow, embroidered with faint bitter chrysanthemums, which makes her more beautiful and beautiful. Her pale complexion is as calm as water, as if she has already put life and death aside.

Those are a pair of eyes that are used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and only when they are used to seeing them can they be as clear and meaningful as bamboo, without being shocked by favor or insult.

As noble as her, as elegant as her, as soft and snowy as her, she will finally break free from the shackles of the world of mortals.

Xiao Yao stared at her, and she also stared at Xiao Yao.

After a long time, the two smiled brightly, as if the frozen earth was suddenly warm with spring flowers blooming.

Xiao Yao stepped forward slowly, took her hand slowly, and said slowly: "My name is Xiao Yao, and my baby name is Kuyi."

"Xiao Yao? I know you! What a coincidence, I'm also called Kuyi." Zhuo Kuyi smiled leisurely, squeezed her hand, and said softly: "It turns out that you are the one who came to continue my dream. That's great, you gorgeous!"

Withered and yellow skin, where can it be beautiful?The beauty is that Feng's name spreads far and wide.

Xiao Yao's heart was bitter, but there was a pattern of smile on the tip of her brow.

"Don't worry, I will make a good job of bitter barley! The heart is like jade, and the quality is like the meaning of chrysanthemum." Xiao Yao's tone was softer than flower petals, and she was afraid that a heavy character would take her breath away.However, her heart was so painful that she finally realized why Xiu Yu Jianhuang arranged for her to come here, Zhuo Kuyi was about to die, and she was going to be reborn in her place.

Zhuo Kuyi had a beautiful smile on her lips: "Your eyes are so beautiful, and your heart is so beautiful. Xiao Yao, can you play music?"

"Do you want to hear it?" Xiao Yao firmly held her hand, which was as cold as snow, as if it would melt away at any moment.

Zhuo Kuyi nodded her head, her eyes were a little warmer, burning heartache.

"I want to go to the Hehuan Flower Pavilion." Zhuo Kuyi gave her a deep look, with a warm plea in his pupils.

"Miss, you can't go, Qiufeng chills your heart." Nanny Shan wiped her tears and dissuaded her.

Xiao Yao gently hugged her, very softly: "Nanny, listen to Miss."

When a person is about to die, his wish is precious enough.

To let her have no regrets is to truly know each other from heart to heart.

Zhuo Kuyi's body is as light as a feather, and Shuisu covers her with a red satin feather cloak with a white fox collar. The cloak is impressively embroidered with acacia flowers, and she gazes at them affectionately, just like her dead mother's affectionate gaze.

Living in the mother's loving eyes is the most beautiful feeling.

If it wasn't for the mother's love and affection, perhaps, she would have been heartbroken long ago.

Xiao Yao hugged Zhuo Kuyi devoutly, Zhuo Kuyi leaned her head on her shoulder, with a delicate smile on her lips, a touch of warm affection in her eyes, looking at everything shaking in front of her with tenderness like water, a kind of satisfaction , a kind of joy.

Shui Su and the others silently followed behind, all holding back tears, several kinds of sadness, accompanied by pain and despair.

The garden is too big, and the Albizia Flower Pavilion looks a little far away. Xiao Yao is a weak woman, and her strength gradually becomes timid.

Shui Su said softly: "Master Hou, I will carry it."

Xiao Yao shook her head, lowered her eyes and smiled at her: "It's almost here! Miss Kuyi, you must persevere."

"The sky outside is so nice. I haven't seen the blue sky and white clouds for a long time. Thank you!" Zhuo Kuyi had long eyelashes like feathers, and smiled like a flower.

Xiao Yao returned her eyes as clear as a spring.

"Miss, I'm here to hug you." With a mournful pulse, Xiqiu staggered to the front, reached out and took Zhuo Kuyi in Xiao Yao's arms, tears welled up in her eyes: "Miss, I'm late, I'm sorry. Xiqiu is useless! "

"Auntie, don't be sad, Kuyi is going to see her mother, I'm really happy." Zhuo Kuyi leaned against her chest, as if in her mother's arms.

Since she was a child, she was raised by her. If it weren't for the cruelty of her aunt, she might have lived for a long time.

Zhuo Kuyi's slender eyebrows floated a trace of nostalgia.

Xi Qiu hugged her chest, tears fell like beads, dripping on her face, as if injecting warm breath into her weak veins.

Zhuo Kuyi smiled contentedly.

Acacia Pavilion, Acacia withered.

What is not withered is the elegant and beautiful shadow of her mother. She seems to see her mother's long sleeves under the silk tree flowers, and her eyes are picturesque.

Mother is the most beautiful woman in the world, just like acacia.

Xiqiu sat in the pavilion with her in her arms, the scenery on the pavilion remained the same, including the bedding that Mrs. Peony sewed by herself.

It's a pity that the Albizia Julibrissin trees were all destroyed by Xiuyu Jianhuang.

The person Zhuo Guan loves the most, she hates the most.

To hate someone is to destroy everything about her and delay her most beloved daughter.

As for Zhuo Guan, with a new lover who forgets the old, his daughter is just a remnant of the old one. When she is gone, his love will also be broken.

Xiqiu burst into tears, Xiao Yao remained silent.

The strings of the guqin in the pavilion were torn off, and the strings were broken, and the qin was broken. As long as you have the heart, the remnant qin can still be tuned and play music freely.

Xiao Yao skillfully connected the strings, stroking the strings lightly, and a long tone crossed the sky, like the sound of heaven.

It really is a good piano.

For a woman as beautiful and picturesque as Mrs. Peony, her unparalleled qin is worthy of her beauty like a lotus.

When the rhyme of the piano is stirred up, if the wind blows over the bamboo, the voiceless sound will gently blow your heart; if the sun shines on the gold, in the mist of the grass, the birds will sing, and the spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom in an instant, and the courtyard will be soft and fragrant.

The stringy and soft pulse, like the gentleness of pool water, relaxes the eyebrows, and gradually the river waves are surging, and thousands of silver flowers shoot into the sky, like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, covered in snow and clouds.

Xiao Yao's eyes widened and she smiled, her ten fingers lingered, the sound of the zither turned to exciting, she was dressed in black clothes like a dragon, her long sword held flowers, the snow turned into green light, and the world was enveloped in emerald light for a moment.

His eyes are clear and joyful.

She stared at him deeply.

Time and space are still, and the warmth flows through the rippling atrium.

Zhuo Kuyi's black pupils are shining brightly like black gemstones, and she looks at her with a bright smile.

Xiao Yao seemed to have a lead stone on her feet, and tried her best to approach her, holding her outstretched hand.

The catkin is soft and boneless, as cold as snow, which is about to melt.

(End of this chapter)