Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 18 Dark Injury (1)
There is no incense in the room, but it is full of fragrance. It is the body fragrance naturally exuded by Xiao Yao and Xiuyu Wanyue and the fragrance of the camphor table, and the apricot-yellow Chinese rose in the thousand-layer chrysanthemum cup also has an elegant fragrance. Rhyme, the scent of green catkins outside the window is even more refreshing, making people swaying and unable to be themselves.

Xiao Yao leaned on Xiuyu Wanyue's chest, raised her eyes and smiled lightly: "Mother Yue is as intelligent as mother, and they are both high and refined beauties, so father loves you the most. All the best things must be left to mother and mother Yue. .”

"The person your father loves the most is your mother." Xiuyu Wanyue smiled softly, her eyes sparkling like water, showing no emotion.

"Yao'er's favorite people are mother and mother Yue, as well as father and Qing'er." Xiao Yao raised her head and left her embrace, and shook Xiuyu Wanyue's hand in a gentle voice to show her sincerity.

"As much as I love Qing'er, I love Yao'er as much. Yao'er, can you promise me something?" Xiuyu Wanyue sighed secretly, it would be great if you were not from the Xiao family.

Her expression was solemn, like the first snow in the middle of winter, which made people feel awe and joy in addition to joy.

Xiao Yao stared at her deeply, and said without doubt: "Mother Yue, please tell me!"

Xiuyu Wanyue clasped her hands tightly in hers, entrusting her like a sister: "I have loved several people in my life, but they all left me. Only Qing'er is my biggest concern. If you With a sigh of relief, promise me to take good care of him, no matter what your situation is, you are not allowed to go back on your word!"

"Okay, I will promise Mother Yue that if I am here, Qing'er will be here; if I am not here, Qing'er will still be here." Xiao Yao pressed her palm hard, as if imprinting a mark, deep in the palm, promising until death.

Xiuyu Wanyue hugged her shoulders tightly, her throat was slightly choked, and her voice lost her usual calmness: "Yao'er, remember, Mother Yue really loves you! I am also like your mother, and I hope you can enter the palace and be at ease. "

"I know. I am willing to do anything for Mother Yue." Xiao Yao spoke earnestly, her heart trembled inexplicably, what happened to Mother Yue?
Does she really want her to enter the palace?Didn't she always say that women are miserable outside the womb and inside the womb?

How can you be peaceful and happy when you enter the palace?For a man far from hope, tranquility becomes a luxury.

Xiao Yao leaned on her side, picked the Muxiang Chrysanthemum Pearl Cake into her throat, her chest was heavy.

Xiuyu Wanyue's eyes darkened, and she turned away.

The wind is rolling, the apricot curtain is floating, and the nine-story Boshan incense burner on the red sandalwood table is full of smoke. The incense burner is gorgeous and brilliant. It is made by Fang Feng, a famous craftsman in Chang'an. Once the imperial palace was destroyed, the emperor specially gave it to her. Whatever he thought was the best should be given to her.

Beside the mica screen is a coral tree, more than ten feet high, with four hundred branches, shining red and bright, as if the light of a beacon light illuminates the boudoir that was once as clear as water. The emperor gave it the name "beacon tree".

The entire room is full of priceless treasures, no matter whether Xiao Yao likes them or loathes them, she has no right to refuse them, she can only put them in front of her eyes, and accompany Jun En forever.

Xiuyu Wanyue's eyes flicked one by one, she was surprised, but she sighed deeply, the more favored she is, the more dangerous she is, she is not empty at all.

"Yao'er! Yao'er!" Her steps outside stopped suddenly, Xiao Yao seemed to be in another world in a daze.

She called her, and she bowed her head like a drunk.

Xiuyu Wanyue shook her head and laughed, since she was a child, she has been in such a free mood.

A handsome figure flashed in front of Xiao Yao's eyes. Under the moonlight, his black clothes fluttered, his long hair danced in the wind, and he was riding a white horse with a Bixue sword in his hand. Despair and sadness were reflected in his firm eyes. Staring affectionately at Mother Yue, his hands held her like an eagle.

(End of this chapter)