Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 577: Li Huan (1)
The Lihuan Palace is incomparably huge. The Lihuan Tree is as tall as a person. The branches are extraordinarily beautiful. The flowers are as white as jade. The fragrance fills the mouth and nose, as if in a fairyland.

It is rumored that Lihuan's flower buds are shaped like hosta flowers, but when they are fully bloomed, they look like chrysanthemums, an exotic elegance that is extremely rare.

It has red branches and green leaves, the leaves are clustered like seven stars, the flower color is like snow, and the petals seem to be caged in clouds and smoke, with a hazy beauty.

Lihuan flowers bloom in the morning and close at night, and the next day they bloom especially snowy and joyful, so it is called Lihuan.The flowering period is as long as one year, until the fragrance is gone, and then wait for another seven years to reappear Ziyan.

Lianhuan flowers, Lianyihuan.

When the flowers bloom, the fragrance permeates the courtyard, the elegant eyebrows and eyes are pleasant.

And for her sake, the emperor planted thousands of Lihuan flowers with his own hands, just for the Lihuan flowers to bloom every day, and the beauty's eyelashes would be charming.

Apart from the emperor, no one else came to Lihuan Palace.

This is a holy land, Xiao Yao's holy land, and the emperor's holy land. Pain and hatred, brutality and jealousy.

Kuyi looked at her, a sad fish swimming in her lacquered eyes.

The emperor's eyes were soft, and he gently stroked the jade celestials, with a smile as soft as pearls on his face.

He left the crowd and walked slowly towards the main hall, then to the north inner hall, pushed open a brocade door, lifted the snow curtain of Muxiangchrysanthemum, his eyes were full of tenderness, and whispered: "Yaoer, let me see How are you today?"

Gui Hua, who was beside him, trembled, his fingers clenched into his sleeves, to cover up the raging anger in his heart.

Bitter barley also felt a pain in the heart, and the brow bone was sore. Following the emperor's soft voice, he looked at the brocade wall. There were eight portraits hanging on the wall. They were painted shadows of Xiao Yao from the age of five to 13, all of whom were dressed in green The long skirt with colorful and woody fragrance, various postures, charming and charming, like a fairy in a fairyland, who will walk out of the painting at any time.

What is even more shocking is that on the woody chrysanthemum and red sandalwood couch next to it, there is a Qitong qin with seven blue snowflakes carved on the body. It is the qin that Xiao Yao used. The song "Bi Xue Chang Huan" is applauded.

Unexpectedly, the emperor actually took the Qitong Qin, did he fiddle with it every day?
Here is deep thought and melancholy, while the emperor stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Yao's hand holding Mu Xiangju, his eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles, extraordinarily gentle and charming, the emperor at that time was not like a king, but an ordinary person, because he saw When the beloved wife gave birth to tenderness and sweetness, she had a lingering expression, which was touching and heartbreaking.

Xi Dai couldn't bear to see it, so she turned her eyes to Kuyi.

Bitter Job's eyes shone like fog and locked curtains, like a tsunami coming, only biting her lip to maintain a calm demeanor, trying to maintain a calm and self-possessed demeanor, looking back at the painting.

Gui Hua's finger bones were clenched white, and she made a soft noise, her red lips were tightly pressed, her eyes were filled with deep coldness, she was staring at Xiao Yao on the wall, staring at her spotless, staring at her as if The chrysanthemum is shining brightly, staring at her standing in the world, her eyes seem to burst out with fire, burning away the painted shadows on the wall, and burning away the concern on the emperor's heart.

The emperor silently caressed Xiao Yao's face, lips, and hands one by one, and finally fixed on her eyes, staring at her obsessively, as if he had noticed something, he turned around suddenly, and Pulling the bitter barley, there was urgency on her face, she twisted her surprise and said: "Yaoer, you are Yaoer, only Yaoer's eyes in the world are clean and spotless, ethereal as immortals, Yaoer, you lied to me, you didn't die, right?"

Kuyi shook her head and said calmly, "Your Majesty, your Yao'er is on the painting!"

Xi Dai covered her lips in shock, did the emperor suffer from dementia, or did he really discover that the bitter barley was Xiao Yao?

(End of this chapter)