The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 754 Don't Move
Song Xieyu held Li Rong's hand tightly and refused to let it go. Li Rong had passed away for too long, her hand was already stiff, and it felt cold and stiff in the palm of her hand, like holding a wood carving.

A hand reached out from the side, holding an envelope in it, and the movement was slow and stagnant, and put the envelope by Song Xieyu's hand.

"Third sister, this is what my mother told me before she died, and asked me to pass it on to you."

Third sister?Mother?It's been a long time since she heard these names from Song Ruying's mouth, even if Song Ruying was the sixth girl of the Huaiyin Palace back then, she never called them so sincerely.

Song Xieyu squinted at the envelope, his long and narrow eyes showed a bit of sarcasm: "I really didn't expect that you would be the one who will accompany A Niang in the end."

Song Ruying's movement of raising her foot to pass the door paused, and the deer brown pleated skirt on her body spread slightly with her movement. After a moment of silence, Song Ruying stroked her sleeves and went out the door.

The room was surprisingly quiet, Song Xieyu sat for a while, Yuan Jia saw this scene when she entered the door, Song Xieyu still maintained the posture before she left, her back looked a bit desolate.

Shaking her head, she put her expression back together before Yuan Jia entered the door and said softly, "Miss San, this servant has to help Princess Huaiyin change her clothes."

Only then did Song Xieyu respond, Chao Yuanjia nodded, and left the door clutching the letter.

Before returning to her own yard in time, Song Xieyu found a pavilion and sat down, then opened the envelope, read it up and down several times, then pursed her lips, and her eyes turned red.

"Yu Shu, do you have a fire bag on you?"

Suddenly hearing Song Xieyu calling her, Yushu was startled, and quickly took out a fire pocket from her body and handed it over.

Song Xieyu squeezed Huozhezi's hand hard, she was born with snowy muscles and bones, and she could almost see the veins on the back of her hand with such strength.

"Princess!" Yushu was still wondering why Song Xieyu suddenly asked for a fire bag, but when she saw that she lit the letter paper in her hand, she screamed out in fright.

Song Xieyu held the ignited letter paper in his hand, the flames rushed quickly, and burned up in an instant, and after a while, there was only a mass of ashes left on the ground.

As soon as Song Xieyu raised his head, he happened to see Xie Chu not far away. He was looking at this side, wearing a purple robe embroidered with vermilion patterns, standing by the lake, with misty mist behind him, making him more and more indistinct.

I don't know how long and when I came.

Xie Chu seemed to notice that Song Xieyu was looking at him, Xie Chu walked over slowly, Song Xieyu lowered his eyelids, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a purple robe standing in front of him.

A moment later, Xie Chu held his right hand in the palm of his hand. Song Xieyu followed his movements and looked over. Xie Chu frowned and stared at her palm.

I didn't feel anything just now, but now I saw that the index finger and middle finger seemed to be burned and swollen, with two blisters lying on the fingertips, it was quite scary to look at.

Inexplicably guilty, Song Xieyu shrank her hands subconsciously.

"do not move!"

Being reprimanded by Xie Chu, Song Xieyu didn't dare to move anymore, let him watch her sit down, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and casually took a silver jewelry from her head, and burned it on the fire. Burning, Song Xieyu was about to stop it when Xie Chu quickly popped the blisters on her fingertips with quick eyesight and hands.

Fingers connected to heart, Xie Chu moved swiftly, the pain was slowed down for two seconds before reaching her brain, and she hissed in pain.

Xie Chu glanced at her because of this cry of pain. Song Xieyu thought he would comfort her, but after waiting for a long time, he saw Xie Chu lowered his eyes suddenly, and applied medicine to her as if nothing had happened, with a cold tone Almost nonchalant.

"Pain? Suffer."

Song Xieyu's hand was held in Xie Chu's palm and he couldn't move it. He pursed his lips a little innocently, and couldn't help but glance at the silver jewelry on Xie Chu's hand, and couldn't help feeling another burst of pain in his flesh.

The sound just now was not just because of the pain in the hand, but more because of the pain in my heart!She quite likes this hair ornament, after being permed by Xie Chu, she directly used it as a silver needle, and now it is deformed, so this hair ornament is ruined.

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, Song Xieyu looked for words to ease the atmosphere, rolled his eyes, his eyes fell on the medicine bottle on the stone table, and began to find nothing to say: "Third brother is so careful, he even brought wound medicine with him."

Xie Chu raised his eyelids and glanced at her with meaningful eyes. Song Xieyu always felt that his glance had a special meaning, but he couldn't figure out what Xie Chu wanted to express.

Yang Jin next to him couldn't see it, and said leisurely: "When a man is married and has a family, naturally he can't be lighthearted, and the burden on his body is getting heavier and heavier."

Song Xieyu, who was on the side, finally felt the smell when he heard this. Didn't Yang Jin mean to imply that the medicine on Xie Chu's body was specially prepared for her?
"Speak up!" Without Song Xieyu's words, Xie Chu had already verbally taught Yang Jin a lesson. Although his tone was strict, he did not deny it.

Song Xieyu watched Xie Chu take out another roll of gauze from her arms and wrap it around her injured finger, feeling guilty again for a moment.

Looking at his tightly wrapped fingers, Song Xieyu had mixed feelings, and said quietly: "Third brother, are you not curious about what I just burned?"

Xie Chu slowly put the gauze and the medicine bottle back into his arms, Song Xieyu looked at him like this, and his teeth itch for no reason.

"Xie Chu! Tell me honestly, is there someone outside?"

Xie Chu paused when he raised his hand, and looked at Song Xieyu with indescribable eyes. He casually put the back of his hand on her forehead, and said in a low and suspicious voice, "Why did you start talking nonsense when you didn't have a fever?"

Song Xieyu ground her back molars, slapped his hand away, frowned a little weakly, and said in an uneasy tone, "You're not curious at all? I think I've lost my attractiveness and freshness to you, like a twig Evening sunset flowers."

When Xie Chu heard her lost tone, she seemed to be really sad. At the same time, she felt distressed and funny at the same time, and reached out to brush the broken hair from her forehead: "It was burned just now, but is it the last words left to you by Princess Huaiyin?"

Song Xieyu was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, and held back a word after a long while: "How does Third Brother know?"

The corner of Xie Chu's mouth curved slightly: "Looking at your appearance just now, there is no other choice except for the last words of Princess Huaiyin."

Song Xieyu has always been independent and has a strong personality, but now she is worried about gains and losses because of his words. It must be that Li Rong's death has hit her too hard, which made her so uneasy.

Xie Chu's words didn't make Song Xieyu feel much better. Thinking of what Li Rong wrote in the suicide note just now, Song Xieyu felt her heart throbbing. With a bitter smile, she looked up at Xie Chu, the light in her eyes was fragile , it looks a little more fragile.

"Third brother, Auntie wrote in the letter that I must find a good marriage for my seventh younger sister. She had already guessed that her life was not long, but she still arranged for Yan'er and me to leave Huaiyin Palace and let us leave her. Far away..."

(End of this chapter)