Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 72 Warmth (2)
The one-color peony golden steps are swaying on her eyelashes, blocking her tall and slender eyebrows, as if trying to hide a little bit of scheming.

She stood still like an icicle, as if she was about to stuff the icy crumbs of the cold winter months into Xiao Yao's heart, her bone-beating tone shook her eardrums: "Xiao Yao, from now on, you are Zhuo Ku Barley, stay in Jieqi Garden, have a good time, refine your temperament, wash away your blemishes and filth, and make it transparent and exquisite. Without my token, you are not allowed to leave the garden without authorization. Once you provide, you will not be short."

Xiuyu Jianhuang's eyes were filled with a ferocious look, like a beast ready to go, with a faint chilling aura, hidden under the peerless beauty, it was particularly frightening.

Such a beautiful woman like a peony has a heart of snakes and scorpions.

Xiao Yao lowered her head and lowered her heart, concealed the disgust in her eyes, and said respectfully: "Yes, auntie!"

"Sure enough, she is smart. Although she looks ugly, she has a clever heart. However, she is too ignorant and asks for trouble. Work hard!" Xiu Yujian gave her a sideways look, and left with his sleeves.

Behind her is a group of graceful celestial beings, dressed in brocade clothes, skin like snow, graceful and graceful, very lovely.

All the maidservants of the Zhuo family were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them, but they couldn't find a single one of unusual color.

Xiao Yao's eyes were blurred and she had no time to think.

Shui Su led a few maids to kneel and bowed: "My servant has seen Miss San!"

"Get up, I'm just a sojourner in trouble, I'm not worthy of the status of a lady, your lady has passed away." Xiao Yao's brows were light, and her heart was sour.

Shui Su stared at her with wide eyes, and said meekly: "From now on, you are our third young lady, and the maidservants respect her as much as they love her."

"Miss let our young lady leave safely with a melodious song. The servant girl is so grateful that she is willing to serve her all her life!" Jin Li raised her eyelashes respectfully, her eyes were clear and her pupils were beautiful, her moon-like brows were worried, and her waist was thin. , the shoulders are cut, and the body is tall.Standing there, she stood out and stood out, like a scorpion.

Xiao Yao didn't have time to answer, Huanyan saluted like a ceremonial: "This is the case, maidservant! Please believe us, Miss!"

Huan Yan is also a beautiful thing without smiling, just like a lily, clean and elegant, with a subtle fragrance, which is absolutely admirable.

Xiao Yao looked at the thin but energetic little girl Jing Die with pity. She was only seven years old, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, thin eyebrows and two shallow dimples, full of smiles. Although it seemed inappropriate, no one wanted to blame her.

Looking at her eyes, one pupil of admiration, her lips pursed, she was just blindly shy and happy.

Xiao Yao stared at them, as if looking at fresh flowers.

They were imprisoned in the deep garden in their innocence, and they grew up like bitter chrysanthemums, but just like her, they were all homeless.Because there is nowhere to go, because no one is lovable, they are willing to unite with each other.

Xinye, who can't get out, is destined to get married.

Xiao Yao stretched her eyes and smiled, stretched out her hand in front of her, and said softly, "Meeting is fate, I will never let you down!"

"Meeting is fate, we will never disappoint!" Shui Su put her palm on it, her water eyes were clear and charming.

Jin Li, Huan Yan, and Jing Die held each other's hands, as if the world was getting better again, and they were no longer alone.

Meeting is fate, never disappoint.The meeting of body and body is only accidental, but the meeting of heart and heart is fate.

They inexplicably believed that she must be completely different from the deceased Third Miss.

Her face was like dry grass in autumn, but her eyes were so determined and calm.She is tepid, light and easy like the wind, but her brows are as firm as a rock.

Her fingers are slender and nimble, caressing the piano, as if bathing in the glory of the sky.

Bixue Changhuan is so beautiful that it is shocking.

To them, she is an unexpected miracle, the gentle wind, the sweet rain, and the bright clear sky.

I hope that the time in Jieqiyuan will no longer be miserable and gloomy, away from poison and poisonous hands.

Xiao Qing stood far away beside the Taihu Stone, the rocky mountains were stacked with mountains, and the green moss lit up the beauty, bringing a ray of life to this vast and desolate atrium.

Shan's nanny and Jing Fu's mother are poorly clothed, and their eyes are lingering, and their sorrow is boundless.

"A person is as old as a shabby mat, and it really is not bad at all. Enjoy everything you deserve, and you have been young and beautiful, so what else do you expect?" Shan's nanny was bitter, and her deep crow's feet turned painful.

Mother Jing looked at the vast moonlight and remained silent.

The two supported each other and walked slowly away. The road used to be so long, but it seemed to be short all of a sudden. Quietly enjoy the playful laughter when they chase.

They are old, and they are the wonderful years.

The spring day is like emerald, and the sun is shining brightly.

Xiao Qing stood like a stone, his eyes shining brightly.

Suddenly, Xiao Qing trotted, like the wind to catch up, and shouted: "Nurse, I want to drink water."

The nanny Shan's cloudy eyes flashed a glint of light, and her pupils trembled slightly: "Little son, I will take you to drink water."

"Okay!" Xiao Qing jumped over, holding an old hand in each hand, and smiled mischievously.

Smile and fall in love, warm as spring.

The withered face of Shan's nanny, Jing Fu's mother, was filled with joy, and the softness of pain and pain was in her eyes.

Xiao Yao looked at their backs who were no longer in mourning, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Qing'er has really grown up.

However, his well-behaved, falling on the eyelashes, is a taste of heartbreak.

The destruction of the country and the destruction of the family always make people grow up quickly. What kind of future is it that will grow the heart of a child?

Xiao Yao clenched her hands tightly and hid them deeply in her sleeves, as if she wanted to turn all the sorrow into continuous power and inject it into the unknown time and space, only to reduce disasters.

(End of this chapter)