Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 53
Jiang Ye took a breath, calm and gentle: "Wanyue, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you. You have to live well, you have Qing'er and... Wanyue, bury me and Chunyi... together..."

"Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye!" Xiuyu Wanyue tried not to faint, the blood in her chest boiled, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Qing shouted in horror: "Mother!"

When the sound falls, the hand arrives.

Jiao Yang twisted up Xiao Qing, and threw it viciously towards the top of Shoushi Mountain.

Xiuyu Wanyue's eyes darkened and she passed out on the ground.

There was someone with long sleeves, who stretched out his arms to catch Xiao Qing. He was dressed in black and white hair, half covering his face, but he was tall and tall, like a lonely bird, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind, like half a fairy and half a human.

"Who are you?" Jiao Yang said sinisterly, his fierce eyes gouged out his pupils, and anger ignited in his chest.

"Killing is nothing more than a nod. You have wiped out the Xiao family for her. Enough is enough. Let's go and live your life at ease. I don't want to kill you, the defeated general!" The visitor lowered his eyebrows, always Too lazy to look up.

"The defeated general?" Jiao Yang was startled, his expression changed: "It's you? I haven't seen you in a few years, why is your hair so gray?"

"You don't need to understand!" The man in black said bitterly.

Jiao Yang stared at him, clasped his fists with both hands, and without saying a word, he flew away over the wall with his scorpion.

Outside the wall, Xiao Ping had already prepared a painting car and was waiting. She was lucky to escape with her exquisiteness and loyalty to her master.

The man in black put down Xiao Qing, looked down at the two beautiful shadows on the ground, his face twitched, his eyes were filled with pain, saddened, he stretched out his fingers to mark some points on Xiuyu Wanyue, turned and entered the room.Looking at the dying Marquis of the Xiao family on the couch, he hesitated a little, but finally hugged the withered and sallow Xiao Yao, took the blue satin package with begonia pattern beside her, and quickly stood on the steps, cold as ice: "Second Miss ,time to go."

Xiuyu Wanyue stood up in a daze, and couldn't see his face clearly, but on the left was Xiuyu's undercover soldier.

Xiao Qing tightened her arms and said in a crying voice, "Mother, let's go!"

Xiuyu Wanyue was numb and let him go.

Her world is empty and desolate, her eyes are full of blood-thirsty swords, and the rivers and lakes she once loved most now make her liver and gallbladder tear apart, leaving her haggard under the winter sunset.

If there is only one body left, how far can it go?

"Wait a minute, please give me the burden!" Xiuyu Wanyue was as indifferent as ice, and she didn't even look at the man in black. Even though he was wearing Mi Li, he didn't know who he was.

The man in black hesitated for a few seconds before throwing the burden over.

Xiuyu Wanyue raised her arm to catch it in her hand, untied it gently, took out a ball and put it into Jiang Ye's mouth, and said softly: "Ye'er, with it, you will never rot, I will definitely Come back and bury you with my own hands!"

Standing up, looking back at Jiangye affectionately, a smile bloomed on her lips, like a sleeping night lotus.

Jiang Ye, wait for me, I'll be back soon...

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The smoke filled the air, and the cars flew like arrows.

People, the silence is like a valley.

A car with black curtains and oil walls, with heavy curtains hanging down, conceals the sunken appearance and the despair in the heart.

The interior of the car is filled with bright garnet red, and the cushions are embroidered with lifelike begonias, including the spit pot towel next to it, all of which are her favorite styles, as if they are familiar with her preferences.

Xiuyu Wanyue sneered in her heart, elder sister, you are really affectionate!
Xiao Yao woke up slowly, her eyes were as clear as water, still disturbing people's hearts like that.

Xiuyu Wanyue shook her hand and smiled softly: "Yao'er, just wake up."

Yes, it’s fine when you wake up, and the flowers will always bloom when you wake up.

No matter how ugly the flowers are, they are better than no flowers.

Xiao Yao was silent, just resting her head on her chest, and the two cuddled together to keep warm.

Autumn is not cold, what is cold is the heart, and what is broken is the blood.

Only to keep each other warm.

The mountains in the outskirts are continuous and the roads are rugged.

Black horses, black-draped chariots, and the driver is dressed in black, and the black veil is hazy, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

He was like a carved wood, not a living person.

Xiao Yao occasionally opened a corner of the curtain to reveal his pine-like straight body, with his hands hidden in his sleeves, skillfully driving the seemingly ordinary black horse, but actually shot away like an arrow, while the people in the car were safe and sound. Like a rock, as if walking on flat ground.

So handsome.

Xiao Yao's mind slowly became more active.

Xiuyu Wanyue hugged the child in her arms tightly, got into the carriage, kept her gaze tightly closed, her face looked like she was buried in an ice cave.

The long road is long, and the silence adds to the desolation and helplessness along the way.

Xiao Qing was young, and his heart, which had never been detained, became more and more sleepy.

A naive child is innocent, and he doesn't know whether the cruel blood will become a cold mark, entangled in his young heart forever.

A trace of fear struck her heart, Xiuyu Wanyue strengthened her arms, she was very afraid, afraid of the unknown future.

Xiao Yao closed her eyes and her heart sank.

The black-veiled car accelerated even faster, as if escaping from a dangerous situation, and her pupils constricted a little.

Since the nightmare encounter at the age of six, Xiao Yao rarely had the opportunity to leave the hospital freely.

The mother regards her like a wonderful flower in the palm of her hand, and she is afraid that she will miss the slightest thing.

Apart from being ordered to congratulate the Queen on her birthday and go out once, her world is only filled with the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds.

All day long, she makes flowers and fragrances, and recognizes herbs and flowers. Fortunately, her mother allows her to learn medical theory and play the piano quietly. Apart from the loneliness and peace, she has somewhat unexpected fun.

When has her heart ever been at peace?It seems spotless, but it is also full of emotions.

The outside world is so wonderful, the rivers and lakes are so full of legends, she lives, living in a small corner, looking up at the sky and lowering her eyes, life is boring.

And all these changes were only because of him, Lu Yu, one of the four sons of Jiangnan, known as Mr. Yu.

A gust of hurricane blew up and overturned the thick curtains, the man Mili floated up with the wind, his long white hair glowed with a dazzling silver light, Xiao Yao suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Black clothes are not just his clothes, there are so many men in the world who like black.

There was bitterness on Xiao Yao's lips, why did she think he would appear?
Sometimes women's feelings may not be as ethereal as they really are.

Xiao Yao supported the corner of the thick curtain, letting the wind and sand bewilder her eyes and mind, she just stared blankly at him dressed in black and dazed, her heart was full of sadness, how could such a handsome figure be an old man?
The man in black seemed to have back eyes, stretched his long sleeves, and the black veil was pressed against the body with a force, and a cold sentence came to his ears: "If you want to die, be less curious!"

His voice was low and cold as a millennium black iron, and his age could not be discerned.

Xiao Yao felt a little resentful.

Suddenly, shouts rose from all directions, and sword energy struck from all directions.

Xiao Yao opened her eyes, and her pupils paled in horror.

(End of this chapter)