Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 36 Break (1)
After lunch, the eldest princess left lightly.

Mrs. Xiao stood outside the courtyard alone, waiting for her to go far away, Fang took his breath away, and was about to return to the courtyard, a woman in green clothes with no make-up turned around the corner, she was about twenty young, with blue eyes, very beautiful.

Ah Jue was the first to see it, and she felt that her vision was wrong, her eyes showed surprise, and she shrank behind Xiao Yao unconsciously.

Xiao Yao tugged at her skirt, and asked softly, "Do you know each other?"

Ah Ju shook her head hastily, and chuckled lightly: "That blue pupil looks like Mrs. Six!"

Xiao Yao said angrily: "Most women from other races have blue eyes and green eyes, what's so strange?"

While speaking, the two followed the crowd into the courtyard.

Seeing the courtyard gatekeeper, the woman stepped forward, and Yingying knelt down: "Uncle and aunt Jin An, Chang Beizhu pays respects to uncle and aunt! Die wife, Mrs. Yue!"

Xiao Mian was startled: "Chang Beizhu?"

All eyes turned to Changli people.

The Changli people walked in the front, looked back at the sound, jumped out of a ray of surprise, and immediately came to an epiphany, like a wind, took her hand, and smiled with a smoky smile on her eyebrows: "Pearl! What are you doing?" Come here? Come in and talk!"

Before Xiao Mian could answer, she had already dragged Chang Beizhu to Furong Garden.

Xiao Mian frowned and remained silent.

Zhao Li gently pulled his long arm, and said in a warm voice: "Husband, let her go!"

"Okay, listen to Li'er. Li'er is also tired, let's go back to the house to rest." Xiao Mian tenderly took her hand, and lightened his eyes calmly.

In his eyes, only her.

Xiuyu Wanyue smiled slightly, turned around and turned towards Haitang Court.

A group of concubines held their lips bitterly, but they had no face to fight for sex.

Xiao Yao is just blind-eyed.

There is a ray of sorrow in my heart, the Xiaoxiaohou's mansion hides deep sorrow, the woman's grievances, why is it not the joy of being favored and the sorrow of losing favor?

The word worry cuts out the heart.

Falling in love is also painful.

Fortunately, the mother has always been a loved woman, but built on the pain of others.

Xiao Yao was inexplicably sad, and picked up a branch of autumn chrysanthemum in her hand. The color of the chrysanthemum is pink, and it has a warm fragrance. With it in autumn, there will always be lingering beauty in the bleakness.

In Qianyiyuan, the four pupils are as deep as the sea.

Zhao Li Wen Shun leaned against Xiao Mian's chest, leaning on the brocade couch.

Xiao Mian held her in his arms, happiness filled his handsome eyes.

For a long time, as if the years had stopped, I only wished to stay in the wonderful time, and never wanted to wake up again.

Suddenly, Jinmen was swung open by anger.

A man dressed in white clothes that surpasses the snow, with a beautiful face facing the wind like a jade tree, with elegant brows and handsome appearance, star-like pupils full of sadness, and the sword in his hand is pointing directly at Zhao Li.

His eyes were full of anger, and his words were sarcasm: "A Li, you once said that you only have me in your heart, and you can't do anything because of the ancestral precepts. Why are you so deeply in love with him today? You don't owe me enough, and you still want to break my heart and lungs?"

"Feng Chunyi, if you hate me, hate me! Don't hurt Li'er!" Xiao Mian stretched out his arms to block Zhao Li, his brows neither shocked nor angry.

Time seemed to be at a standstill, Zhao Li remained silent for a long time, bitterness flooded his brows and heart.

The air is stagnant, as if artificially frozen.

Silence weighs on people's hearts, and there is a faint desolation.

Zhao Li suddenly smiled, that smile broke the cocoon and turned into a butterfly, like an iron tree in full bloom.

It turned out that the reunion again was just such a bland scene, not charming.

But she has been obsessed with the beauty and elegance for so many years, and has failed to live up to the kindness of the years.

Zhaoli concubine turned sideways, grasped Xiao Mian's hand gracefully, unprecedented pure love bloomed on her forehead, her eyes were as cold as lotus, but she spoke with the softest fragrance: "Pure clothes, husband Treat me with sincerity, 14 years like a day, I called away He Qidehui, and won his infatuated favor? I use the most beautiful Qionghua in 14 years to thank you for your affection, can't I use the remaining beauties to repay my husband's selfless and regretless love? I have only recently realized that the person I really blame is my husband, not you. If you have me in your heart, why don’t you treat yourself kindly? But you still do obscene things? Dirty people and yourself, you don’t know your self-respect, you are still the white clothes Is it Shengxue's sword Junfeng Pure Clothes? Or the magnanimous and innocent Jiangnanfeng son who makes me respect?"

(End of this chapter)