The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 632
When Song Xieyu passed by, he saw Song Hexuan sitting next to Xie Chu's hand at the lower left, the window lattice let in the breeze, and the wind chimes hanging under the eaves made a crisp sound.

"Brother." Lifting up her skirt and entering the room, Song Xieyu's eyes were fixed on Song Hexuan. When she got closer, she realized that Song Hexuan was frighteningly thin. feeling of standing.

Feeling sad, Song Xieyu quickly lowered her head to hide her reddened eye circles.

After tidying up his emotions and looking up again, Song Xieyu noticed that it was not only Song Hexuan, but also Xing Xiuyun and Xingli who came.

"Yu'er." Song Hexuan softly called Song Xieyu with complicated eyes, and when Song Xieyu passed by, he squatted halfway in front of him, smiled lightly after a while, and stretched out his hand to help tidy up the broken hair scattered on his temples.

"Yu'er has grown up and can protect her brother." He sighed, his tone was gratifying, and the soothing scent of sweet rosin on his body was very reassuring.

Song Xieyu looked at Song Hexuan's gentle face, his well-cultivated and polite manner, and felt distressed again. Her brother, who has the world in mind, is kind to others, and speaks the same words, but those wolves are torturing him like this!

Pursing her lips, Song Xieyu smiled nonchalantly, and blinked at Song Hexuan: "Yu'er can't hide behind her brother forever."

Song Hexuan helped her with a bun. She had a cold white complexion, and her eyes were cold and dignified. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of sadness and sadness: "If Yu'er can hide behind my brother for a lifetime, my brother will be happy instead."

"It's all my brother's incompetence..."

Song Xieyu's peach blossom eyes were a little bit bloodshot, looking at Song Hexuan's dejected and painful face, her brother is the proud son of heaven, although he is not arrogant, but he is also proud, and now he bows his back in front of her, admitting that he is incompetent...

He must have known about her breaking into the prince's mansion with a knife, and also knew that her old illness had relapsed, and the wolves and tigers in the palace used this excuse to force her to accept Xin Rou's affairs, so he felt so guilty and painful.

Xie Yang, he should die!

"Chang Le, Mrs. Song, and Aunt Li haven't seen each other for a long time. Ding, Zi Ye, why don't we go to the study and give this place to their female relatives." Xie Chu watched Song Hexuan and Song Xieyu's emotions seem to be out of control again. Only then did he interrupt.

Song Xieyu got up, wiped her face with the handkerchief in her hand, and smiled again: "What the third brother said is true, and the elder brother followed the third brother to the study. I will take care of sister-in-law Xiuyun and Aunt Li, so don't worry."

Song Hexuan didn't insist, and followed Xie Chu out of the main hall.

Song Xieyu looked at Xingli, she was sitting in a wheelchair, her two slender legs were flaccid, her face was calm, her eyebrows were lowered, and she could not see any resentment or resentment.

"This leg..." Song Xieyu put his hand on her knee and asked tentatively.

Xing Lihui was open-minded: "I can only sit in a wheelchair for the time being, and I can't live without people around me."

Song Xieyu withdrew his hand and suppressed the unbearable look in his eyes. At this time, any pity and pity would not only give Xing Li no comfort, but would make the situation worse.

Xing Xiuyun sobbed softly beside her. She had been sitting beside her just now, her face was pale, but she was still calm, and now she finally showed a three-point collapse and choked up.

"Sister Song... Sister Wu is because of me, that stick broke Sister Wu's leg..."

Since Wu Lile changed her name, most people called her Aunt Li, that is, Song Xieyu, also called A Li, but Xing Xiuyun was still called Sister Wu in private.

Xing Li smiled and patted Xing Xiuyun's arched back, and said in a helpless tone, "This matter has nothing to do with you, and my leg will be broken if it is broken. Can't survive."

Song Xieyu looked at Xingli and her heart trembled. In all fairness, if she broke her leg, she would never be able to be as calm as Xingli.

Ke Xingli, she doesn't seem to care.

Xing Xiuyun was disfigured from crying, and was taken down by Yuxian to freshen up, leaving only Xingli and Song Xieyu in the room.

Looking at Xingli's legs, Song Xieyu sat beside her, put his hands on her knees, and said quietly after a while: "A Li, Lang Yan is out of the house, I will ask him to show you in a few days. The doctor is just a stick, how could he not be able to stand up?"

Xing Li's gaze was on Song Xieyu's face, she lowered her eyes, covering her emotions, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterflies flying.

After a long while, Xingli put his hand on the back of Song Xieyu's, and said softly, "You don't need to force it, I'm not trying to be brave, I really don't care."

After she finished speaking, she paused, as if she felt that what she said was not very credible, so she smiled, her eyes turned to affectionate, and she was charming: "When I was young, a fortune teller passed by my house. Dad gave him a bowl of water."

"The fortune teller said that I was born with a cold heart, and I brought it in my bones, so I have no relatives." When she talked about these past events, the light in her eyes dimmed a little bit, and she spoke in a nonchalant manner, not as if she was talking about her own life. Instead, it seems to be talking about other people's past.

Song Xieyu suddenly remembered that when she first met this girl, her own father Wu Yun was trying to sell her and beat her all over with bruises.

Apart from Wu Yun being a gambler, maybe the fortune teller also played a part in beating his daughter up like this.

After Xing Li finished speaking, he suddenly came back to his senses, and smiled casually at Song Xieyu: "I didn't believe it back then, I just thought that this fortune teller would repay his kindness and talk nonsense, but now I feel more and more that this hexagram is really true, but this Bao Liang is not right. people, but to oneself.”

Over the years, she has suffered countless injuries. Now that her leg is broken, others will cry and seek death, but she herself doesn't care at all. Xing Xiuyun always felt guilty towards her when she drank the medicine to avoid children. She has no regrets either.

Song Xieyu looked at Xing Li who was sitting in the wheelchair, and suddenly felt a little cold on his back. It's not scary to be cold to others, but he can look on coldly to himself, which really makes people afraid to approach.

If it were her, I'm afraid she would only be jealous and afraid of Xing Li, and only that silly girl Xing Xiuyun, although she doesn't have a good heart, but she is accurate in judging people, can get close to Xing Li.

Xing Xiuyun is Xingli's only relative, so she won't end up alone. If it were someone else, Xingli wouldn't suffer so much.

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune that these two met.

When Xing Xiuyun came back, Song Xieyu and Xingli had already sat on two sides, a chessboard was placed on the coffee table, one of them was holding the white and the other was holding the black, they were calm and calm.

Although Xing Xiuyun was surprised, she didn't say anything in the end, she sat silently on the side, her eyes were on the chessboard, but her eyes drifted away, obviously her mind had gone to nowhere.

(End of this chapter)