Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 25
"Second Miss is also willing to see Eldest Miss." Jiang Ye looked out of the window and answered irrelevant questions.

There was a rare misty smoky color in her eyes, as if the light traveled through time and space, there were fragmented reflections in the light, and an imperceptible trace of disgust and sadness surged between the slender brows.

"Those who want to see and those who don't want to see, we will meet in the end, Jiang Ye, this is our destiny." Xiuyu Wanyue looked at her slender back, the corners of her brows were slightly sour.

"Our destinies are different, the same thing is that we are bound in this jade cage." Jiang Ye looked back and said indifferently.

Xiuyu Wanyue condensed her deeply: "Jiang Ye, you hate Zhaoli, wishing she would die?"

"I have no hatred. The affection is empty, who does the hatred belong to? If he hates her, he will not look at me more. Isn't the hatred white? I have polluted Pinjie in vain." Jiang Ye raised her chin, her expression arrogant, as beautiful as Leng Xue .

"Jiang Ye knows the autumn, Wanyue is falling, we are still like this. Jiangye, you let go, I will do it." Xiuyu Wanyue's words were relieved, her beautiful eyes were as bright as stars, as if everything had returned to the old heroic Jianghu youth.

The voice of crimson leaves is as pale as a flower: "The leaves fall and the autumn is cold, and the moon follows the swans. The autumn moon reflects the window, and the fallen leaves explain the words. Who approved the fate at the beginning?"

"You are also worthy of taking the fun of being a girl seriously?" Xiuyu Wanyue raised her eyebrows and was slightly taken aback.

"Only when you are leisurely and interesting." Jiang Yefei glanced at her, quickly looked back, turned and left, casually picked up the hibiscus flower on the red sandalwood table, tossed it lightly, and threw it into the gold-encrusted jade bamboo basket.

The bright red mulberries are broken like powder, bright like drops of blood, floating a few stars on the apricot-yellow cloud-patterned brocade curtain, spreading out meanderingly, like blood splashing down, hurting people's eyes.

She remains steadfast.She and her, everything is the same.

Perhaps, the eldest sister understands their own minds better than they do.That's why the pigeons kept coming, and the spies came frequently.

Xiu Yu Jian Huang, you are too aggressive!Could it be that my quiet life also hinders your eyes?
Xiuyu Wanyue twisted the silk handkerchief in her hand fiercely, wishing she could bleed.

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In the morning of the next day, Xiao Yao got up and cleaned up, and hurriedly went to serve the soup herself. The time of filial piety was shortened by one day, as if the ruthless wind and rain had destroyed a flower, the more she wanted to hold on to it, the more she felt it was gone in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the kitchen door, Xiuyu Wanyue walked out, saw Xiao Yao, and smiled sweetly: "Yao'er came in person."

"Mother Yue, what are you doing here?" Xiao Yao's bright eyes were slightly surprised. Mother Yue rarely came to the kitchen. She was very busy all day long and relieved her mother of many worries.

Therefore, she respected her because of her gratitude in her heart, and she was also attached like a child.

"Yesterday, Qing'er was greedy for cold, and ate the cold melon in the well, which ruined her stomach. I prepared the medicine and supervised them to cook it, so as not to confuse it with your mother's medicine." Xiuyu Wanyue said softly and warmly "Yao'er, your mother has been a bit repelled by taking medicine for several years. Let her drink this medicine no matter what. Nowadays, the pollen is thick. If you get sick again, there is no way to recover. According to Xiudong, Your mother poured out the medicine last night, I dare not persuade you, for fear that your mother..."

Xiuyu Wanyue frowned at Xingyou, and smiled at her lightly, like peonies in a cage, with a hazy beauty.

It is clear that there is an indescribable complex emotion in that smile.

Between beauties and beauties, it has probably never been easy to live in harmony.

Xiao Yao's heart suddenly jumped. Mother Yue is lonely, and mother is also lonely. Why can't lonely people talk to each other like the famous flowers blooming in the garden at the same time? Isn't Feng'er an ordinary love?
"Thank you, Mother Yue, for your hard work! With me here, Mother will definitely drink the soup! Mother Yue will take good care of Qing'er, and I will visit him later. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him very much." Xiao Yao fell like a pearl. The phonological road.

"Yao'er is now an imperial concubine. Although the family's etiquette remains the same, your father doesn't allow him to disturb you. It's better to let you be quiet. After all, the naughty children are so naughty. Didn't you burn your hands last time? Your father It's right to care about him." Xiuyu Wanyue relaxed her brows with worry, and left with peace of mind.

Xiao Yao took the medicine lightly, and saw that Qing'er's medicine was suffering, thinking of the depressed little Qing'er frowning and drinking the bitter juice, it must be very funny.

After coming back from Queen He's birthday, I haven't seen him for a few days. I really panicked, and because I was too worried, I didn't eat well, I didn't sleep well, and I was lazy all day long, so I didn't go to him.And Qing'er was not as jolly as usual, probably because his father locked him in the study, poor Qing'er, he was only a little older.

Xiao Yao shook her head and sighed, moving her feet lightly, growing lotuses every step of the way.

The kitchen is half way away from the Qianyi Courtyard, and the corridors on both sides are fragrant with flowers. All kinds of famous flowers are planted by mother and aunt Xiudong, which are very delicate and beautiful. Because of their skillful hands, the garden is full of flowers all year round. , while the famous flowers and plants are still blooming with peerless beauty, just like a peerless woman in her boudoir, she will not lose her charm due to the cold weather.

Xiao Yao chose the bamboo garden shortcut, away from the fragrance, so as not to reduce the medicinal properties.

The trail in the bamboo garden is quiet and quiet.

As Xiao Yao walked, she was preoccupied, she suddenly slipped, and the red sandalwood support in her hand flew forward, Xiao Yao screamed, and a figure flashed like lightning, reaching out to catch the rosewood support, Hold Xiao Yao steady with one hand.

Xiao Yao was still in shock, she opened her eyes to see the shadow, Qingling smiled: "Aunt Jiangye!"

The wooden tray in Jiang Ye's hand, the jade bowl is upright, no dripping water splashed.

Xiao Yao bowed her head and bowed happily, Jiang Ye quickly lifted the cover, and said Yingwan broke the air: "Jiang Ye!"

Jiang Ye withdrew her hand and looked back indifferently.

Xiuyu Wanyue walks gracefully, dressed in a rose red dress, standing beside the emerald Xiuzhu, her eyebrows look like distant mountains, her lips are like a painting, she does not hold back her prestige, and she has a natural and noble appearance.

"Take it!" Jiang Ye was as cold and beautiful as the thousands of feet of deep water in the cold pool, daunting.

Xiao Yao took the red sandalwood wooden tray and stared at her. She had never seen her smile before. I don't know if her smile is as magnificent as Qionghua?A woman who is clearly a Qinghua, but is so cold that it makes people shudder.

Before Xiuyu Wanyue came to her body, at a distance that was not too far away, she called lightly: "Jiang Ye, I'm busy, you go and take care of Qing'er, Qing'er is looking for you everywhere."

The crimson leaves are cold and nonuo.

The master and the servant, one in front and the other in the back, with their red clothes turned over and black clothes folded coldly, they just walked together. It was so unique and dazzling.

Xiao Yao stared intently into the distance, and a dark color flowed through her heart.

Not daring to shatter his thoughts any longer, stepping harder, the soup should be cold any later.

(End of this chapter)