The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 753
Seeing that Song Xieyu couldn't be persuaded, Yuxian Yushu didn't persuade her anymore, Yuxian went to prepare breakfast, and Yushu helped Song Xieyu freshen up.

"Is the princess going to wear a hibiscus-colored floral water mist green acacia skirt today? Or is this bamboo-colored fairy dress next to it?"

Song Xieyu looked at the clothes placed not far away, his eyes flickered, then he suddenly looked in another direction, and his tone was calm and calm: "Wear that dress."

Yushu followed her line of sight and saw that Song Xieyu was looking at a veil of snow-rolled Sichuan brocade. She was a little stunned for a while, and it took a long time to realize that she hesitated to help Song Xieyu put it on.

Before he had time to ask a question, he was muttering in his heart, when he heard Song Xieyu give another order: "Do your hair in the same bun as before."

Yushu really couldn't hold back this time, while helping Song Xieyu to dress up quickly, she asked in a low voice, "Is the princess going out of the palace today?"

As Song Xieyu's personal maids, she and Yuxian knew Song Xieyu's whereabouts like the back of their hands, and there was clearly no arrangement for today, but why did the concubine order today's outfit?

Shu brocade rolled snow spun gauze, the color and style are like snow water on the top of a snow mountain, it is naturally very good-looking to wear on Song Xieyu, but the problem is that this style is too solemn and solemn, and it is usually only used for big occasions. For activities in the palace, it is natural that simplicity and comfort should be the top priority instead of being so gorgeous and formal.

During the conversation, Song Xieyu's hair had already been combed. Song Xieyu raised his right hand, stroked his hair gently, and said with a dazed expression, "...Maybe it was my whim."

Yushu couldn't laugh or cry at her words, this explanation is also reasonable.

The most important thing is for the master to be happy. Since Song Xieyu was happy, she didn't ask any more questions.

She nimbly put on a suitable makeup for Song Xieyu, and it was time for breakfast. Yushu was thinking about whether to urge Yuxian, when she heard Yuxian's voice outside the door.

"His Royal Highness, you just happened to come..."

When Song Xieyu heard Xie Chu's name, a three-point smile finally appeared on his face. He stood up, but before he could speak, he saw Xie Chu hurriedly walking towards her with a serious expression.

His expression greatly aroused the panic in Song Xieyu's heart, and he stood there without daring to move.

Xie Chu took a deep look at her with his dark eyes, and then said in a deep voice, "Changle, Princess Huaiyin, died of illness last night."

His words were like a heavy hammer, and suddenly Song Xieyu was knocked out of his senses, his head was buzzing, and he could hardly tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

After tugging at the corners of his mouth, he still couldn't get a smile out of him. Song Xieyu opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a sound: "Third brother, are you kidding me?"

Obviously, she saw Song Qingshan two days ago and said that Auntie is fine. Although she is not feeling well, there is nothing serious about it. How many days have passed?Why did he die suddenly?

Xie Chu's cold face showed some unbearableness very quickly, but it disappeared after a while: "Yuan Jia and Nanny Song of Huaiyin Palace are waiting in the living room."

His words became the last straw that broke the camel's back, smashing the last hope in Song Xieyu's heart in an instant.

Both Aunt Yuanjia and Nanny Song came, so it was naturally impossible for Xie Chu to play a joke on her.

"Miss Seven! Why are you up?"

When the atmosphere fell into dead silence, Yushu's exclamation drew everyone's attention back, and Song Xieyu quickly looked over.

Song Xieyan was standing behind the screen, she was still wearing the thin underwear, her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, making her little face paler.

Song Xieyu's heart ached terribly for a moment, before she had time to think about it, she hugged Song Xieyan into her arms. She wanted to comfort Song Xieyan and make her sister feel better, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly didn't know what to do. How to say it.

After a while, Song Xieyu closed her eyes, her voice was a little hoarse, she patted Song Xieyan's shoulder, and her voice was so soft that she almost lost her voice: "Yan'er... go and get dressed, let's go home."

Song Xieyan stood stiffly on the spot, and after a long time of silence, she let out a sob and broke down emotionally.

Hastily cleaned up Song Xieyan, and Song Xieyu took people back to Huaiyin Palace in a daze.

Along the way, Song Xieyu's mood was fairly stable. She thought that she had experienced several life and death experiences, and her ability to accept these things gradually improved, but when she saw Li Rong lying on the bed with a peaceful expression, she still couldn't help it. The line of defense was broken, tears streaming down my face.

"Why are you here?" Song Xieyan looked at Song Ruying, who was standing beside Li Rong's bed with a bleak expression and red and swollen eyes, with a pale face, and her voice became thinner because of her broken emotions: "Auntie is obviously fine, why not?" People will go there suddenly, is it you, right? It's you who did something to A Niang, right?"

Song Xieyan had never been so aggressive before, so that Xing Xiuyun didn't even react. Seeing Song Xieyan grabbing Song Ruying's collar, the anger and hatred in her eyes seemed to be poisoned, and she panicked immediately, wanting to to stop.

It's a pity that Song Xieyan's hands were too strong, and Xing Xiuyun was never given a chance, and Song Ruying didn't struggle, letting Song Xieyan do what she wanted.

Xing Xiuyun was also in a hurry: "Yan'er, let go quickly, Doctor Xin said, mother is running out of fuel, it's destiny, not man-made."

After Xing Xiuyun finished speaking, Song Xieyan still struggled to fight Song Ruying as if she had never heard her words.

"Yan'er, stop."

Song Xieyu let out a low cry. Although her voice was not loud, Song Xieyan calmed down and stood there, tears streaming down her face.

Xing Xiuyun couldn't bear to watch from the sidelines, Song Xieyan's childish face was still there, crying silently like this really made people feel sour.

Before Xing Xiuyun could comfort her, she saw Song Xieyan's body swaying, and she fell down headlong.

Xing Xiuyun hurriedly beckoned people to take Song Xieyan out, only Song Ruying, Song Xieyu and some maidservants were left in the room.

Song Xieyu helped Yushu's hand to get up, walked to the bed step by step, held Li Rong's hand, and pulled the corner of his mouth to laugh, but when he touched his face, tears fell suddenly, and his voice leaked out A bit crying.

"Aunt...you are really cruel."

As the oil ran out, A Niang must have known that she would not live long. At this time, the memory of Li Rong in Song Xieyu's mind became clearer.

No wonder what Li Rong said before sending Song Xieyan to her mansion was so strange. I am afraid that he had already anticipated his end, and sending Song Xieyan to Yongwang's mansion may not be the reason for the chaos in the mansion.

From the very beginning, Li Rong was laying out a big picture.

But no matter what Li Rong is for, now that she and Yan'er can't even meet for the last time, how can she bear it?How could she be so cruel?
(End of this chapter)