Spring is steep in the south of the Yangtze River with clear water, and fireworks bloom in March and April.
This year, Lanling has late winds and late snows. In the past, Fangfei, who should have withered long ago, is still standing proudly on the branches and under the trees in April. The peach blossoms are falling, catkins are like mist, and the sunshine from thousands of feet away is beautiful and quiet. It is so beautiful.
There was no intention to linger on the beautiful scenery at such a good time. Yun Yirong only stared at the window in a daze every day, immersed in the fragrance of medicine and didn't ask anything else.
A month later, the man she was obsessed with was about to become the leader of the martial arts alliance, hold the world in his hands, and marry the indifferent woman who was always around him. From then on, the man would fly across the clouds and fly to the sky; but she had to endure the pain of being pregnant for ten months and prepare for it.
Raising a child who was not expected to come into this world, living a lonely life as a widow.
Her obsession is nothing but dust and no one can see it.
The world was too far away from her, and it was not until she lost contact for a long time that she accidentally learned from the Poyue Pavilion disciples that the Chonghua Sect Master who had a similar purpose to her had become a thing of the past, and no one could use her strength to take revenge.
, to disturb that woman who shouldn’t have any happy life.
Why is the murderer who killed so many people still loved and pampered? But she has never done anything wrong but she has lost her parents and the only man who truly loves her. God is so cruel that he still wants her to like her before her eyes.
The person has a long-lasting friendship with the person he hates.
There is no meaning in life, only resentment and hatred remain.
Gently rolling up her sleeves, the voodoo that clung to her skin grew stronger and shinier, making her feel sick and with a strange sense of dependence. Its poison would not kill people, but it would make life worse than death, forever.
Suffering in fear and pain.
Immortality, immortality, immortality, how many mortals pursue immortality, if this enviable gift is given to Hongxian...
Looking at the increasingly gorgeous morning glow outside the window, Yun Yirong sneered.
Never, let them be together.
It was daybreak. I neatly put the packaged herbs into the bamboo basket. The scent of the snow clam soup that had been simmered all night floated from the food box. I carried it left and right, and pushed out the door with my heavy belly. I took a deep breath, feeling moist and warm.
There are traces of sweet peach blossoms in the air, no different from the past, but Yu Yun's clothes are destined to be different.
The disciples of Poyue Pavilion all know that the master of Ziwei Hall is weak. In the past few months, he has been strictly ordered by the pavilion master to only rest and not interfere in any affairs. However, he still sees his whole body slowly losing weight. Although his grace and gentleness have not diminished,
No matter how you look at it, you have lost eight points of energy, and many of the disciples who secretly admire you feel sorry for it. Fortunately, there is a doctor who has been running between Cheng Mansion and Poyue Pavilion, delivering medicine and visiting patients several times a month, which has somewhat alleviated the purple sleeves.
She was lonely and depressed, but even though she was expelled from the cabinet, she was not harassed or ostracized.
"Sister Zixiu, this is the snow clam soup I stewed last night. It is very effective in regulating qi and replenishing deficiency. Try it." In the elegant room, Yun Yirong opened the food box. The soup and water inside had not cooled down, and the steam was thick.
Lingering and light.
The woman in a noble purple thin shirt had a warm smile in her beautiful eyes. She pulled Yun Yirong and sat on the bedside: "Silly girl, don't run around with such a big belly. Someone will naturally pick up the medicine. Besides, my hospital clothes
There is no delay if you don’t take the medicine, but don’t let me tell you that you have fetal force.”
"This medicine is troublesome to prepare, and outsiders won't take it seriously." Yun Yirong, who has high-knot hair, already has the charm of a housewife in her words and deeds. Although Cheng Xiaobai has gone, the Cheng family still has to rely on Cheng Xianggong and her to manage it.
, the huge family business and social interactions allowed her to grow rapidly in a short period of time, becoming more tolerant and mature. She glanced at the busy crowd outside the door and felt a little uncomfortable on her covered wrist: "By the way, where's Miss Hongxian?"
?haven't seen you for a long time."
"She should be in the room. I'll order someone to call her over. You can also take a look at her body to see if there is anything wrong with her."
"It's better for me to go there myself. Why bother others with such a small matter."
With Zixiu's consent, Yun Yirong opened the door and planned to go there, when he met a person walking towards him in a hurry with his head lowered.
"Mother doctor?" Shen Yuqing was a little surprised, and a look of suspicion flashed in her eyes, "Miss Yun is pregnant with Liujia and should be recuperating. Where are you going?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm going to see Miss Hongxian for Sister Zixiu." Yun Yirong was calm and composed. She knew that Shen Yuqing was suspicious of her, but fortunately she hadn't made a move yet, so no one could catch anything.
The more calmly Shen Yuqing acted, the more suspicious she became. When she and Lu Hanhai planned to force Hongxian into the water prison, the doctor's coldness and cruelty were still fresh in his memory. Coupled with her previous temptation, Shen Yuqing did not believe what he saw. She would be indifferent to the wedding between the Pavilion Master and Hongxian.
"It's a chaotic time in the pavilion. I'll send you there to prevent any daring person from bumping into Miss Yun."
"Thank you, Hall Master Shen." He lowered his head and thanked her calmly, with resentment flashing across his young and beautiful face.
Everyone protects her, those who like her, those who hate her, but everyone protects her!
After leaving Zixiu's room, Shen Yuqing's tone immediately cooled down: "In the future, I will send someone to get the medicine from Master Zixiu on time. Since Miss Yun is no longer from Poyue Pavilion, it's better to come here less often."
"Hall Master Shen is too careful. What I, a weak woman, can do is just try my best to move around as much as possible. Since everyone is busy, could you please Hall Master Shen to say hello to the Pavilion Master and Miss Hongxian? Farewell."
There is no need to act kind and gentle in front of Shen Yuqing, he is the last person to believe her. Yun Yirong had to give up her original plan, tightly pulled her sleeves to prevent them from being blown up by the wind, and left Poyue Pavilion in silence .
Of course, she will not give up. Hongxian must be responsible for her parents' hatred, Xiao Bai's hatred, her hatred, and all the pain and torture she has experienced, even if her life is at stake.
The staggering figure left Poyue Pavilion and reentered the sedan chair, walking leisurely towards Lanling City. Not far away, two pairs of eyes followed closely.
"That's her?" The silver mask on the man's face covered his expression, and his tone was very flirtatious.
"Yes, she is the doctor's wife." The man sitting on the wooden chair behind him had a sinister look in his eyes. He seemed to be suppressing great anger. His nails dug into the armrests, leaving mottled marks. "If you want to attack Hongxian, you can pass As long as she is properly used, this woman will be a more useful chess piece than me."
The man in the green shirt leaned against the tree, kicking the wheels on both sides of the wooden chair with his toes intentionally or unintentionally. The force seemed to be too strong, causing the person and the chair to slide forward several feet.
"Sorry, sorry, it was an unintentional mistake." He grabbed the back of the chair neatly, and the silver mask suddenly stuck to the side of the man's face on the wooden chair. His coquettish and confused voice was full of ridicule, "Why belittle yourself? Without you, I would never leave the religion. You may find an opportunity to attack Hongxian. But I am very curious about how it feels to betray your former master. Are you happy? Is it comfortable? Or are you worried and guilty? Can you tell me, Shaosu?"
The sword flashed, but it was powerless after all. The man in the green shirt just gave it a gentle push, and the red-eared man on the wooden chair fell to the ground in embarrassment.
"Stop calling that name!"
"You hate Hongxian and Wei Moyan, but you should also thank them. Otherwise, you can't even be a useless person now, you can only be a withered skeleton eaten by wild dogs." Under the mask, the eyes were cold.