Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 67 Desolation (2)
She is sensitive by nature and understands that for her and Qing'er's sake, Yue's mother has to walk a road of no return.

No wonder, she was full of thoughts all the way.

Xiao Yao tried her best to hold back her tears, held up her jade cup, covered her lips with her sleeves, concealed the tears in her eyes, and let them swallow into her stomach along with the wine.

"Yue'er, how are you? I really want to..." Zhuo Guan stopped, his eyes still full of meaning, but he also asked tenderly and affectionately.

"Very good, Yue'er will rely on brother Guan in the future." Xiuyu Wanyue smiled, her smile was as soft as the spring breeze, and the fragrance of flowers bloomed in the room.She didn't call him brother-in-law, she still called him Brother Guan Nuannuan when she was a teenager.

Zhuo Guan's brows were filled with joy, and his heart thumped.

The two ignore the existence of others, their eyes meet, and they smile happily, and their respective feelings are clear at a glance, which is moving.

Xiuyu Jianhuang didn't look sideways, picked up a cup of fine wine, and dropped his throat bitterly.

Musicians play, jade curtains swing, beauties are graceful, dancers are fragrant, and long sleeves are fluttering, as if they are stepping on the waves, or like a fairy returning home with the wind.

The rich have always indulged in pleasure, not losing to the princes and emperors.

The indoor fragrance is tangy, sultry, and the flowers are drunk, and everyone is fascinated.

The least obsessed are those in authority.

Xiuyu Wanyue showed her eyes and smiled at Zhuo Guan: "Brother Guan, drink with Yue'er!"

Zhuo Guan received her a ray of tenderness with his gratifying pupils, as gentle as a spring: "Okay, Yue'er and I won't get drunk and we won't return, time will go back to the past."

He is drunk.

Xiuyu Jianhuang ignored him and ordered Xiao Yao and Xiao Qing to be taken away.

A beautiful servant girl in purple clothes curled up, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, she smiled sweetly: "Miss, please follow this servant!"

There was frost and cold in the smile, Xiao Qing shrank timidly to Xiao Yao's side.

Xiao Yao clenched his little hand tightly and said in a low voice: "Qing'er, let's go!"

She didn't turn her head back, as if she knew everything in her heart, knowing that she couldn't change the ending, she became stronger and stronger, only in this way, it would not add to Mother Yue's pain.

Xiuyu Wanyue held Yujue in her hand, and the pain in her heart was like the jade in her hand, which had turned into a thousand-year-old antique.But he watched them leave with a tranquil smile.

There is a bright moon in the courtyard, and autumn is deeply entangled.

The wind was loud and people's hearts hissed.

Xiao Yao withdrew her indifferent gaze, and followed the beautiful maidservant in purple to quietly walk out of the courtyard. Inside the silk red palace lantern, the cold moonlight above her head was like a long smoke, enveloping the courtyard with silvery flowers.

The night is dark and dark, and the mind is hesitant.

I don't know where to go.

The place to go seems to be a long and secluded road from the main courtyard.

The lights are like beans, and you can't see the scenery clearly. You only feel that the winding path leads to secluded places. After walking for about a stick of incense, you stop in front of a courtyard.

"Nurse Shan, someone is coming, please be careful!" The beautiful maidservant in purple didn't wait for someone to answer, and hurried away as if avoiding a ghost.

The dark night shrouded in its ghostly shadow, as if out of thin air, there were more demons to seduce the soul, Xiao Qing cried: "Sister, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here!" Xiao Yao hugged Xiao Qing tightly and held him in his arms, unable to see the darkness of the night.

"In the middle of the night, why are you crying? Miss still has breath." A desolate voice, with a hoarse breath, was extraordinarily frightening, and quickly gripped people's hearts.

Xiao Yao tried her best to be brave, and boldly looked at the people who came.

It was just an old woman, hunched over, holding a half-worn lantern. The fire was swaying by the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, just like the person who carried it.

"Nurse, my brother is still young, please forgive me!" Xiao Yao said in a gentle voice, as soft as colored ink that cannot be melted.

(End of this chapter)