Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 459 Don't Care (1)
The queen mother supported A Nuo's arm, and she walked elegantly like an old peony. Her figure was dignified and stable, her belt was not fluttering, a kind of ritual, a kind of pride, that is, after a hundred years of wind and rain, she is still tall The beautiful green pine show.

Apart from her, no one else can reach such a transcendent state.

An Nuan'er An Ling'er hastily stepped forward to meet Li, and quietly stepped aside.

Bitter Job's tears saluted like a ritual, and Qingyue called out: "Queen Dowager!"

Suddenly there are mixed feelings in my heart, and I can't tell what kind of emotion it is, and what kind of face to meet is the most appropriate.

The queen mother's gentle eyes fell on her face, and gradually she said indifferently: "Kuyi, Aijia came to give you a treat, thank you for curing Aijia's insomnia, Aijia said, I will give you a favor The Ai family knows everything you have done for Ah Fang, and I don't blame you. But you have to remember, if you do something wrong to the Huainan country in the future, the Ai family will never forgive you!"

Kuyi's heart turned cold, the Queen Mother is indeed a human spirit, nothing can be hidden from her eyes and her wisdom.

Is it because people are old, have experienced the sudden disappearance of prosperity, suffered the torment of life and death, and have already seen all the schemes?
Kuyi secretly blushed, bowed politely, and said softly, "Queen Mother, Kuyi is educated, Kuyi is the people of Huainan, and never dares to violate the way of heaven, let alone let the people of Huainan suffer in dire straits."

"Are you implying that someone in the palace wants to put the people of Huainan in danger?" The Queen Mother fixed her ageless eyes on her, and a solemn expression appeared on her lips.

"The queen mother is someone who has experienced it. If you look carefully, you will understand." Kuyi said respectfully, with a calm and appropriate tone, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold, with its fragrance and fragrance.

The Empress Dowager stared at her deeply, and said in a soft voice: "Go well, stay away from Ah Fang in the future!"

Her words contained warning and birth, and it was hard to hear her emotions, and it was difficult to know her true intentions.

Kuyiluo gave a salute, her eyes exchanged with Anuo, and a ray of gratitude flashed by. From then on, it might be hard to see each other. I hope she can finish her life in the palace with a peaceful attitude.

Farewell, Aunt Arnold!
A Nuo smiled at her, and his bright eyes blinked a few times, as if to say, let's go, Kuyi!

Her hands were still folded in her sleeves, hiding the thick and sad feeling from others, just like her lonely and ordinary life.

Anuo took the Queen Mother's hand and said respectfully: "Queen Mother, go back to the palace to rest, this girl has nothing to do with us from now on."

The Queen Mother turned around silently.

Her back is suddenly withered, without the pride and splendor of the past, like a person who can't get out of loneliness, forever entrusting time to the cage of prosperity, until the leaves wither, grow old, turn into smoke, and turn into mud, still Lying in a gorgeous shade.

Splendid life, in fact, can wait for the tragedy, it needs enough courage to get a place in the splendor, and some people are just like a flash in the pan, leaving behind a short-lived brilliance, just like Mrs. Miao's wishes.

Bitterness in Kuyi's eyes, without any hesitation, caressed the green clothes, walked out of the palace gate with a straight posture, couldn't help smiling like a blooming autumn chrysanthemum in September, and said softly: "Black monster, you are here!"

A proud and handsome horse, a proud posture of a jade tree facing the wind.

One person and one horse, relying on each other gracefully.

Lu Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, and in the dark eyes, there were swaying brilliance like stars, a ray of detachment, a ray of relief, and a bit of tenderness.

He stretched out his hand to hold Kuyi's hand, with tender eyebrows, and said in a soft voice: "Let's go, girl, let's go home!"

Come back home?

The corners of the bitter barley eyebrows were sour, and then the sweetness flooded in, yes, go home.

(End of this chapter)