Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 499 Reward yourself (2)
Kuyi was startled for a moment, calmed down, and bowed respectfully: "Xiao Yao promises that within one year, she will return the status of sister Yi's elegance and innocence, and let her return to Zhuo's ancestral grave without any burden, and take care of Mrs. Mudan."

"One year?" Zhuo Guan thought lightly, and Jun's face turned cold: "Okay, just one year, if you can't settle your old grievances by then, don't blame me for being ruthless, reporting your identity to the emperor, and risking it." Even if I die, Yi'er's name will be returned."

Kuyi Xinwan smiled slightly: "If father tells the truth, won't he be afraid of hurting the entire Zhuo family?"

"Instead of worrying about it all day, it's better to face it calmly. It's all the ignorance of Jian Huang, which has caused my Zhuo family to suffer. Xiao Yao, you are a descendant of the Xiao family, you should be worthy of Xiao He's loyalty, and don't involve innocent people." Zhuo Guan The handsome eyebrows gathered a gloomy air, and a ray of dark light shot out, feeling like heart-gnawing.

The bitter barley feels like a thorn on the back, like a ruthless hand playing with the black and white pieces on the chessboard, any one of them can kill a person.It's strange, I didn't feel that he was so cold before, why today I feel the extreme cold of waking up from a sleeping tiger.

Biting her lips, Kuyi forced herself to hold her momentum, and smiled: "Xiao Yao will never betray the Xiao family's fierceness, nor will it compromise the Zhuo family's kindness. Father lives with peace of mind, and pampering Yue's mother for three thousand years is Kuyi's greatest hope."

Zhuo Guan snorted, didn't look at the crowd anymore, and faded away with a flick of his sleeves.

Lu Yu Jingtong had cold eyes, Qingmo watched him go away, his footsteps were light, and the grass he walked on quickly returned to the previous appearance, like traces that no one had walked on.

It seems that this person is also a master of martial arts, and he stayed in Zhuo's house all day long, but he was mistaken.

With a mournful, gray and gloomy face, Zhuo Liang stretched out his hands silently to caress the tomb. Unfortunately, there is not even a single stone tablet, and only dozens of bitter chrysanthemums are planted to distinguish it from the nameless tomb beside it.

Bitter barley is just in full bloom, like the waves of people's hearts. Xionghuang gently leans beside Zhuoyue, and together with him misses the young woman named Zhuo Kuyi. Her eyes are full of reverie. She feels that she is a wonderful woman who can make people happy. What kind of gentle temperament should Zhuo Zhuo be like to take care of his younger sister?

A gust of breeze blows, the fragrance is faint, and thousands of chrysanthemums are layered like waves and swaying in the wind, like a graceful and elegant woman, clean and unstained.

Kuyi stood quietly staring at Fangju, and after a long while, took off the thing tied to her back, and slowly opened it, revealing a blue qin with a pheasant tail.Twelve snowflakes are engraved on the body of the piano, like the free and easy momentum falling from the sky, blooming on the blue color into a proud and elegant posture.

Xionghuang stared at her quietly, and said softly, "Kuyi, do you want to play a song?"

Bitter barley colored contact lenses were soft, and a pair of chrysanthemum-like eyes brushed each pair of inquiring eyes tenderly, and finally settled on Lu Yu, sitting on the ground slowly, resting his fingers on the strings, and looking at the flowers again, as if the young woman The beautiful figure stepped down from the flowers, and walked to the opposite of her, sitting cross-legged, staring at her with clear eyes, smiling in an indescribable way, so beautiful that it makes people's hearts sway.

Kuyi smiled absent-mindedly, and said with soft lips and warm teeth, "Sister-in-law, I owe sister Yi, this song is the only thing I can express in this life."

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Yan Ran met Lu Yu's deep pool-like eyes, and said softly: "Hei Xiaoguai, Miss Zhuo Kuyi has a gentle temperament and a tender heart. Even the most beautiful flower in the world can't describe her heart. In her 11 At the age of one year old, a robber sneaked into Jieqi Garden secretly. The man saw her beautiful appearance, and wanted to hijack her to go out. Miss Zhuo was determined to die. Shui Su and others urgently called for help. In the big courtyard, there were thousands of shadow guards, but no one was willing to come to Jieqi Garden to take a look. Fortunately, a cold-faced young master was called by a desolate voice, and the young master rescued her, leaving a deep imprint on her heart ever since. Frightened by this, Ms. Zhuo was disheartened, and she no longer had any delusions about leaving the court. However, once there was an infatuation in her heart, green grass would grow even in her gray mind, although from then on she could only occasionally sit on the waterfall pavilion. I saw the cold-faced boy, but supported her to live for another two years, and she didn't leave with a smile until I appeared..."

Her voice is ethereal like the sky, tidal, soft, and soft, but penetrates into people's hearts like flying catkins, sticking to people's suffocation, unable to calm down for a long time.

Lu Yu felt a chill in his heart, and the scene eight years ago suddenly unfolded like a long picture scroll, hurting his cold heart, a soft tide carrying bitterness filled the sky, grabbing him as if it could never be warmed again bone marrow.

Zhuo Liang sat on the ground slumped. It turned out that his most beloved sister Yi had endured such disasters. With her immaculate fairy nature, how could she endure the pain of being humiliated?
Xionghuang's pupils were full of pain, watching her beloved suffer, her heart was instantly broken into thousand petals.

Lu Yu silently lowered his body, stretched out his hand to move the stone, and slowly pressed it against the grave. The only thing he could do was to add to the grave with his own hands, pull out a few weeds and chrysanthemums, to comfort the beauty's soul, but May she feel secretly that he has been here, and he is full of sorrow and pain.

Kuyixin's soft eyes fixed on his face, and said in a voice like lotus flowing water: "Hei Xiaoguai, "Bi Xue Chang Huan" is a song that Miss Zhuo likes to listen to, she is my bosom friend, please Dance with the sword and pull the wild flower for Miss Zhuo once, in order to reward Miss Zhuo for her quiet and beautiful soul."

After speaking, pick the strings of the qin, the sound of the qin is like jade, if the wind blows over the bamboo, the clear sound is gentle and gentle;

The stringy and soft pulse, like the gentleness of pool water, relaxes the eyebrows, and gradually the river waves are surging, and thousands of silver flowers shoot into the sky, like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, covered in snow and clouds.

Bitter Job's tears burst into pupils and smiled, ten fingers lingering, the sound of the piano turned to exciting, dressed in black like a dragon, holding flowers with a long sword, the snow turned into green light, and the world was enveloped in emerald light for a moment.

His sword was full of passion, and the light of the black chi, swaying the snowflakes, flying all over the sky, like flowers blooming in winter.

His eyes are clear and joyful, and his stomach is sour and cold.

She stared at him deeply.

Xionghuang and Zhuoyue were dazed when they heard it, and they were dazed when they looked at it.

Time and space are still, and the warmth flows through the agitated atrium.

"What song is it?" Zhuo Kuyi was as soft as flying catkins, his eyes fascinated.

"Bi Xue Chang Huan." Xiao Yao was soft like moonlight, never knew that she could be so gentle, her gentle heart shattered like powder.

"Bi Xue is sunny, and there is always joy in the world. It turns out that you also like Mr. Bi Xue and Jian Yu. That's great, I have no regrets." Zhuo Kuyi stretched out his fingers and caressed her face, his eyes were filled with hazy joy, and he breathed a sigh of relief. : "Xiao Yao, he is Bixue, you are Qingguang. You and him must have a long and happy life together..."

"Okay! I'll bring him your heart together, you can rest assured!" Xiao Yao's eyes were moist like mist, and a smile blossomed on her lips.

What she wants is warmth and knowing each other, not tears and sad farewell.

Zhuo Kuyi's clear eyes were as light as a breeze, and the pearly light dissipated bit by bit.She is so peaceful, so quiet that it is ethereal and empty, with no thoughts or attachments, her beautiful pupils are lightly closed, and her red lips are in a smile.

Her world was finally cleared up.

The person who survived in her place had a sad heart.

The mist in front of my eyes was cool, and Kuyi murmured: "Miss Zhuo! He is Bixue, you are Qingguang, I brought your heart to him, he is here, do you perceive it?"

The sound of the sword and the zither made the bitter chrysanthemums fall one after another. It seems that the beautiful woman is stroking her hands and smiling. Her world is really safe and sound, right?
(End of this chapter)