Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 21 Fuso (1)
Xiao Yaoxin clenched the beauty fist and fiddled lightly, her eyes were as quiet as clear pearl springs.

Xiuyu Wanyue's eyes fluttered with a wave of dark light, and a trace of pain landed on the corner of her lips, turning into a soft tone: "I have never walked in the rivers and lakes, and my eldest sister is strict and forbids me to go out without permission. The courtyard guards threw their fists and kicks, but before the sword energy arrived, they collapsed, do you think it's funny?"

Xiao Yao burst into laughter: "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the heroine Fuying Qingyun came out with the sword, and her soul was broken in a bun. Is it really so powerful?"

"That's right, Fuying's swordsmanship is superb, and she can be called the number one flower hero." Xiuyu Wanyue smiled slightly: "Does Yao'er want to be a heroine too?"

"Naturally, as a woman, how many people don't want to be a hero among flowers? Mother Yue only taught me a few tricks to escape and defend myself. How can I walk in the rivers and lakes? But my mother refused to ask for advice, and only forced me to mix fragrance and make powder. What's the use of it?" What about it?" Xiao Yao's brows twitched in starry sorrow, and she twisted the thread of the bean green wood chrysanthemum Luopa in her hand, wishing it could be softened into rigidity, and the sword fluttering like a butterfly in the palm of her hand is a pleasant and heart-warming scene. Son.

"After entering the palace, do the palace rules allow you to make swords? Yaoer, mother is for your own good. Jianghu is not a place where women suffer for a long time. Women who stay in Jianghu are all painful and helpless daughters. Mother wants you to be happy and happy in the world of mortals. It's not a happy world, but it's a bitter heart." Zhaoli's words are pure, full of love, and her eyes are slightly painful. If she hadn't longed for the world, how would she have met him?
"Mother is always right, but one day, my daughter is right." Xiao Yao muttered, her tone tightened, and she said in a deep voice, "Is Mr. Yu really dead?"

"Mother Yue heard that he took his beloved wife to live in seclusion. Yao'er lives in the Marquis Mansion deeply, and is very keen on the world. His life and death have nothing to do with us, do they?" Xiuyu Wanyue clenched her sleeves tightly The soft catkin tried her best to calm her voice, and stared at her deeply. Does this girl know who the person who hurt her back then was?How much does she really know?
Zhao Li looks slightly tired, quietly leaning on the couch.In addition to a camphor plant, there is also a hibiscus tree in front of the window.

A branch of hibiscus stretched obliquely, the flowers and branches were as bright as fire, so red that it was shocking.

Zhaoli casually folded the flowery hibiscus branches, put them in his nose and sniffed the fragrance lightly, and suddenly felt a lot relieved from his fatigue.

"Beloved wife?" Xiao Yao murmured, her long eyelashes covered her misty eyes, she tried her best to maintain her momentum, and smiled sweetly: "Mother Yue is right, his life and death have nothing to do with us. Yao'er just I am curious about the people in Jianghu, but they are actually ordinary people, they also have pain and joy, and they will eventually return to life. Thinking about it this way, I also feel that the Fu Ying woman is by my side, maybe she is Mother Yue."

"It's all nonsense." Zhao Li caressed a hibiscus flower. The budding flower is unique, just like a beloved daughter.Hearing her childish words, I couldn't help shaking my head and smiling, my throat itched, I couldn't help rubbing my chest and coughing. I can't breathe, and I will faint in a moment.

Xiao Yao has never seen her mother's aura like this, and her eyes are full of horror: "Mother! Mother!"

Xiuyu Wanyue grabbed her wrists, stretched out her fingers to point a few acupoints, and stroked her back, only then did she turn around and gradually regain her previous complexion.

"Mother, you scared Yao'er to death." Xiao Yao hugged her mother, laughing weeping.

"It's nothing, Yao'er don't be afraid." Zhao Li comforted in a gentle voice, with a suspicious look on the tip of his brow.

"How many times has this happened to my sister?" Xiuyu Wanyue suppressed an inexplicable feeling, and felt a bit of pain in her heart.

Zhao Li raised his eyes and looked at her slightly, with deep meaning in his eyebrows, and wrote lightly: "Twice, maybe it's because of the hot weather, it will be fine in mid-autumn, it's okay. The medical worker also said it's okay Woolen cloth."

(End of this chapter)