Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 98: Concubine Xiang (1)
Brewing the cool breeze, accompanied by his eloquent words, with shattered ice edges in his eyes, the light in his eyes was like a sharp sword pouring down, like a pool of cold beads.

"Hei Xiaoguai, are you afraid of owing me favors? Don't worry, I will never collect debts! I am very busy, thinking about earning money every day, but I only hate that I have no skills." , leisurely and elegantly, there is a lingering plum rhyme, which is very pleasant to listen to. If it weren't for the inexplicable mischievousness, it would have made him very happy.

"Earn money?" Lu Yu's tone was frosty, and he flew down from the sky, the black clothes stood in front of his eyes, his eyes were like beasts pressing her: "Stupid girl, has your mother Yue ignored you all these years?"

Bitter Job's tears cooled down, pulled the long skirt, and said with a playful smile: "Hei Xiaoguai, Qing'er, please! I'll ask the nanny to prepare your meals. We grow some fresh food in the yard. We grow it ourselves. "

Finally, he turned around and ran down the mountain.

Lu Yu moved his feet, stretched out his hand to block her way, his gaze was like a sword, and a trace of cold emotion floated on the corner of his lips: "Tell me, is she really so cruel?"

His eyes were frighteningly condensed, seemingly annoyed or angry, a pair of quiet black pupils like deep water in a cold pool, like cold arrows filled with hostility, slowly piercing through her heart, a trace of his refusal to withdraw from her face seemed to be swallowed. Her smirk and self-esteem.

The bitter barley didn't move at all, and the smile was gradually lost in the peony-like eyes, which only slowly lowered the eyelids, squeezed the tears tightly, and raised the eyes again, raised the beautiful chin, and said softly: "Mother Yue and I have been together for five years. We haven't seen each other, but we have a good heart. We believe that this is the best. It's not enough to be with her long-term companion. Sometimes it's better not to see each other than to meet each other."

Kuyi stretched out her hands and shook them in front of his eyes, regaining a touch of playfulness: "With it, there is a way to survive, and I, Zhuo Kuyi, can't be troubled!"

Lu Yu's eyes are sharp, and her pink and tender palms are thickly callused and have shallow scars. Because the skin is too white, it falls into the eyes, which is shocking.Originally a noble lady whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, but in order to survive, she spends all day picking flowers and picking grass, which is full of scars. If she didn't have some skin conditioning skills, these hands would be as unsightly as withered vines .A weak woman, enduring the life of imprisonment alone, if it weren't for the special life she had when she was young, it would be really difficult to get through.

Her heart was bulging, her sword eyebrows were slightly warm, her eyes were slightly dim, and a light color drifted across her lips, so light that she couldn't feel any softness, she only contained indifference and said: "I would rather believe that she is cruel than know that she will come again." What are the difficulties, it hurts others and hurts oneself."

"Mother Yue just let us go because she loves us. She may have sadness in her heart, but she is so magnanimous. Don't blame her." Ku Yi's mouth was slightly bitter, her bright eyes were fierce, and she was full of glamorous enthusiasm.

Lu Yu snorted coldly, with a look of sadness: "Thin love is the most affectionate! In a dangerous place, the only way to love is to be deeply affectionate. It's really ridiculous and lamentable! So magnanimous? How can there be no love in the world? And so magnanimous? It’s just deceiving yourself.”

His long clothes spread out, his white hair fluttered, and his figure swayed to the bamboo pavilion on the top of the mountain. He had an extra black sword in his hand, and with a single wave, he chopped off dozens of Xiangfei bamboos. Purple spots, red like red blood, white like snow lotus, you might as well make a fan bone brush wash, it is also an excellent silver, keep it as an eyesore."

The black clothes were rolled up, and the sword in the palm was holding wild flowers, as if the rain was falling from the sky, there was a burst of emerald rain, the leaves fell and the bamboo broke, split into pieces, neat and orderly, and the emerald green and bright red on the skirt of the bitter barley.

Kuyi was both happy and dazed, that's exactly what he meant, but he suffered from lack of strength to fold the bamboo. His expression was a little crazy, as if he was full of resentment towards the Xiangfei bamboo.

Sure enough, Lu Yu grasped Zhuo Qing's long arm, and said coldly: "Concubine Xiang's soul is broken, it's just an idiot, a man practicing sword, how can a woman dance alone in tears? I'll take you to find a good place !"

(End of this chapter)