Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 463 Drunkenness (1)
Fu Ying sat down in a daze, with a heavy look on her brow.

Bitter barley condensed her, as if condensing a decadent flower.

Such a woman with a world-renowned name only had sad eyes at the beginning, and she was as weak as a poor child, just like herself in the dark night, who woke up in the middle of the night and could only cry silently.

No matter how strong a woman is, once she thinks about her relatives and pain, she will feel desolate and lonely. The most terrifying thing is the feeling of helplessness.

Helplessness disturbs one's self.

Living in self-disturbance is the one that is deeply entangled in grief. The strong strengthen themselves, and the weak become weaker.

Fortunately, neither she nor Fu Ying is weak.

Ku Yi stretched out her wrist to wrap her arms around her shoulders, and said with a light smile, "The room is so stuffy, why don't you go out for a walk."

Saying that, regardless of whether she agreed or not, he put the silk into the painting vase for her, and dragged her out the door.

Knowing her good intentions, Fu Ying restrained her out-of-control emotions, calmed her brows, smiled and took her hand, and came to Hongpu.

The two passed Feng Yizhu's garden gate, the sound of the flute had stopped, and there was no one there.

Neither far nor near, it is Zhuo Qing and Jing Die who are practicing mace, they can never fall in a day, rain or shine, which is a rare ambition.

On the other side are Qi Diao Po Hu and Huan Yan, and on the right are Yan Ran and Tu Bi.

Today they all got together to practice swords, and it seemed that the garden was too lively, so they made an appointment together.

Several people practiced in pairs, which made people dazzled, and it was hard to know who was better.

Kuyi glanced at Huanyan, and saw that the sword dancing movement showed a bit of posture. This girl is becoming more and more martial arts-like, maybe she was inspired by Yuan Shang?
If you want to marry someone, you must first be infected by him.

Bitter Job's tears admired secretly, the word "Love" really has great charm.

When he got to the pavilion, he found that Feng Yizhu was holding a big jug of wine, drinking alone to the moon, his posture was quite chic and unrestrained.

Fu Ying couldn't help laughing and said, "You're in good spirits! Drinking alone is not as good as drinking together!"

Feng Yizhu glanced at her, then tossed it casually, and the jade pot flew towards her.

Fu Ying took off the pot in her hand, looked up and drank a few swigs, and praised: "Good wine, bitter barley, you have a sip too."

Kuyi wanted to receive the wine, but Feng Yizhu stopped him with his flute, and said coldly: "Smelly girl, you are not from the Jianghu, you are not worthy of drinking!"

"The rivers and lakes are so big that there is no demarcation. Who stipulates that business women are not in the rivers and lakes? If swords and swords are the rivers and lakes, then my rivers and lakes are the world of fragrance powder, smiling proudly and beautifully." Like a fairy.

"One fragrance sets the rivers and lakes, which is indeed several times bigger than ours. Feng Nuxia is actually a bitter rivers and lakes. You and I can't match it. If she can't drink it, who else can drink it?" Fu Ying smiled brightly, Stretch out your palm to separate her bamboo flute.

Feng Yizhu's Qingxiu eyebrows frowned, and then opened slightly, his eyes turned to the lacquered Pohu, jumped up, raised his flute to hit his chest, and shouted angrily: "Stinky boy, the 'storm is coming' style you How can you not learn?"

Qi Diao Pohu avoided her bamboo flute, touched his head in embarrassment, and stopped his sword posture.

Huanyan stuck out her tongue and hurried away.

Ku Yi didn't know what she meant, but when she looked again, the flute in Feng Yizhu's palm was like a sword, and the sword struck Qidiao and broke Hu, making him ashamed, but he didn't dare to resist.

Zhuo Qing, Jing Die, Yan Ran and Tu Bi immediately stopped their swords, and the four of them stood together, looking at Feng Yizhu's behavior in surprise.

Tubi pulled Yanran, and whispered: "If our master is like this, I won't practice swords anymore."

Yan Ran hastily covered her lips: "Don't talk nonsense, Master won't do this."

Kuyifang understood why Huanyan ran away, and she was angry for a moment, and she was angry and anxious, and shouted: "Break the Hu, take the sword, fight back fiercely, think of her as the Xiongnu Evil Hu!"

(End of this chapter)