Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 293: Going to Hate (2)
The rose pavilion, with bright flowers and green calyx throughout the year, and roses of various colors alternately present, competing for beauty and beauty, it is a very beautiful place.

The rose pavilion is quite large. In addition to the Yanju in the main hall and the buildings on the left and right, there are also flower rooms, warm rooms, and cool rooms, which are the best places to welcome guests.

When the two of them arrived, they saw Shui Su and the others standing anxiously outside the curtain, each with uneasy expressions.

Fuying said in a low voice: "Miss Shuisu, what's the matter?"

"Aunt Ye woke up just now and was clamoring to see Feng Chunyi. Right now, she hugged Feng Chunyi and huddled inside, not allowing anyone to come near, and almost hurt the lady with a sword. Fortunately, Mr. Yu arrived, and it was not too late. It hurts." Shui Su said anxiously.

"Don't worry, she's not willing to hurt Kuyi. If she wanted to hurt her, she would have hurt her before." Fuying comforted her softly, stroked her shoulder, and wanted to go in, when she said sourly, "Yizhu, I can really do it." Buried him as a widow in pure clothes?"

"Yes, brother asked me in a dream, saying that he promised to stay with you forever, didn't you see him with your own eyes and hear him say it with your own ears, how did you forget?" Feng Yizhu's tone was as gentle as silk.

Fu Ying laughed, it was really embarrassing for her to have such a gentle and pleasant side.

Suddenly there was a mistake in front of my eyes, a shadow of a person rushed past me, and my voice was as cold as ice: "Okay, I believe you, Yizhu, let's go and bury my husband right now. I can't let him suffer in this world anymore, and I can't be reborn!"

Jiang Ye is dressed in white clothes and white hair, she is as cold as Qiushuang, her slender body hugs Feng Chunyi in white clothes, like two peerless ghosts.

She looked sad, but she was beaming with joy.

Becoming Feng Chunyi's wife, for her, this life is enough to be proud of the world.

Feng Yizhu then came out, hugged his elder brother's favorite guqin, and said freely: "That's great, I'll go with you, elder brother should enter the ancestral grave, otherwise his soul will be in trouble."

Shui Su stopped her and said, "Aunt Ye, Feng Nvxia, it's late at night, how can I get buried? It's better to wait until dawn tomorrow."

Feng Yizhu glanced at her, and said coldly: "Whether it's daytime or nighttime, people are buried, so what's the point?"

"It's ritual to bury relatives during the day, and it's love to bury relatives at night. The two words of affection are the same, and there is no difference between day and night. Feng Nuxia, you go ahead, and we will follow." Kuyi smiled warmly.

"No, no one is allowed to come except Yizhu. Chunyi doesn't need a grand burial. He is proud of the world, and he is in harmony with the sun and the moon. The scenery is no more than the mud under his feet. Only Jing is the most suitable. Yizhu, Let's go!" Jiang Ye tiptoed to the ground, and quickly flew away from the Rose Pavilion, with a slender shadow, like a green bamboo thin and cold, as if a breeze could melt her away.

Feng Yizhu hugged the guqin, his long skirt rippling, and the white clothes passed by without a trace.

Three beautiful figures in white clothes win the snow, disappearing in the vast night in an instant, and the darkness of the road cannot be seen clearly.

In the distance, the rooster crowed three times, and it was already five o'clock.

A trembling cry cried out: "Miss, hurry up and save Yun'er, Yun'er... Jun'er, she, she was snatched away."

Shanbao finished her mother tongue, and she was like a rootless catkin, which was about to fall. Shui Su hurriedly reached out to catch it.

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A wave is flat, and a wave rises again.

Ku Yi looked a little tired, Fu Ying sympathetically helped her wrist, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Miss Yun is considered a lucky person, it's a blessing to be able to return safely."

"Sister Fu is right, Kuyi still has little knowledge." Kuyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Ying smiled slightly: "It's not that you don't have superficial views, it's that caring makes chaos."

Lu Yu stretched out some acupuncture points for Nanny Shan, and she woke up faintly. She glanced at Kuyi in confusion, as if regaining her senses instantly, she quickly grabbed Kuyi's hand, and said in a mournful voice, "Miss, Qingmo and Bingluo are holding Kuyi together. They are the most venomous, and if Xuanyun falls into their hands, how can there be any good?"

(End of this chapter)