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During this period of time, Wan Yao bought all kinds of ingredients and prepared each dish as delicately as possible.
With food to satisfy her hunger, Sapphire's complexion was finally much rosier than before. When she had a little strength, she used to sit near the window and bask quietly in the sun, or bow her head and make up some gadgets to pass the time.
Wan Yao thought that after staying in that dark and humid environment for too long, she might prefer to go out for a walk, so she occasionally helped Qingyu to sit in the yard for a while.
In Huizhou, it rarely snows in winter. If there is no cold wind and cold rain, most of the days are sunny. Qinghua takes care of all the work in the house, and always holds a small wooden basin by her side, Talk to her while doing laundry.
There was a gap in the gate of the courtyard, and several children nearby laughed and ran past the door from time to time. They held long whips in their hands, and the wind of the whip was sharp, whipping the spinning top on the ground.
Every time at this time, Qing Yu's tired eyes suddenly became brighter, and his gaze remained motionless, even though his long hair was messed up by the breeze.
Wan took out the wooden comb and stood behind her to gently comb her neatly.
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The girl in front of her spoke with difficulty, "you, when you were young, you also liked playing like this."
She also had a childhood, when her parents had never died, and she had never experienced the dark years in the world. The half-grown girl and her haggard parents were crowded in a small lonely courtyard.
Dad carved a spinning top with the leftover wood from the owner's house, and they chased it all day long. Although it is an inconspicuous thing, it is already a treasure like a treasure to them who have never seen a toy before. .
It's a pity that the spinning top rolled under Madam's carriage, and the wheel was jolted for a while, and her father was severely beaten and bedridden. Since then, she has never touched it again.
Wan Yao braided a handful of black silk in her hand into long braids, and suggested gently: "Why don't I take you for a walk in the street? You can wear a bamboo hat."
This sentence did not know where Ni Lin touched Qingyu, and in an instant, her whole body suddenly shivered and began to tremble, and it took a while to shake her head stiffly.
Once a person is used to living underground, he will be extremely afraid of the bright red dust outside.
I heard from Qinghua that they were slaves raised by Peng's family. When Peng Yongming was not yet the prefect, at the age of thirteen, his wife stuffed people in his room.
He likes to look for beautiful girls. At first, he bought them from outside, but later he set his sights on the servants in the mansion.
Until he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he and his friends had touched almost all the pretty female slaves.
And because of her good cooking skills, she was picked out by the lady early in the morning, so she survived.
After he came to Huizhou Qinglong City to take office, because the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, Peng Yongming's power overwhelmed the sky with one hand, so he became more and more intensified and unscrupulous.
Wanyao can understand this point.
Ms. Peng's illness does not need to be treated any longer, and she mostly stays at home for the rest of the time. After that, almost five days passed, and Qingyu gradually began to lethargy.
Such a constitution is pregnant, and it is almost impossible to eat well, so it is not so uncomfortable only when sleeping.
Mold sores are like blooming flowers, getting worse day by day, covering almost all of her skin. And the child passed away silently on the seventh day. It was less than three months old and hadn't yet formed. She didn't even open her eyes, so she didn't have the chance to see the creature conceived by her own flesh and blood.
On a rainy and snowy day in the middle of winter, the wind outside the window blows in gusts.
Wanyao's house was full of burning wormwood and calamus, and she woke up slowly in the faint smoky smell, her dark and heavy eyelids could only open a small crack.
The sight is the cold rain with snowflakes outside the window, wintersweet swaying in the wind, it is the beauty of the world.
"You're awake." Wanyao curled up the corner of her mouth with difficulty, and lightly held her vaguely festered palm without hesitation, "Is there anything else you particularly want to eat? Orsomething you particularly want?"
Sapphire's retracted lips moved silently, she put her ear to it, and it took a long time to hear it clearly.
"Candy gourd"
"Candied haws?"
Qing Hua, who was kneeling under the bed, suddenly froze for a moment.
Xiang Huan, who was standing outside the door, immediately said, "I'll go buy it."
? The drizzle was as light as a cow's hair all over the city, and the chill caused pedestrians on the street to retreat one after another. In the past, there were only a few stalls in the bustling market. Braving the biting cold wind, he shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city, and finally bought a few bunches in a hurry from a hunchbacked old man.
When I got home, this candied haws really lived up to its name.It was like a mountain torrent that broke its embankment, and it collapsed in an instant.
Wan Yao stretched out her hand and pushed his chest recklessly, "It's you who think I'm annoying!"
"It's you who think I'm useless!"
"It's you who think I'm of low birth!"
She pushed him directly onto the official road, and asked with red eyes, "I've let you say everything, what else do you want!?"
Xiang Huan had never seen her cry like this before, as if he had accumulated hundreds of grievances and resentments, he was filled with countless apologies, and stood there at a loss for what to do.
"It's my fault, my fault." He had no choice but to grab Wan Yao's wrist and paste it on himself, "Come and beat until you get out of breath, okay?"
She buried her head deeply, sobbing and shaking her head.
"Then" Xiang Huan didn't know what to do for a while, so he said incoherently, "Then don't talk to me anymore, just leave me here, and you go back to the capital and become the eldest lady."
She cried sadly and weakly amidst the rustling sound of the mountain wind blowing in the woods.
Xiang Huan desperately hoped that she would be happier, but he also thought that she might feel better if she cried like this.
He hurriedly lowered his head, gently cupped Wanyao's face with both hands and wiped away her tears, more and more.
The fingertips were soaked in moisture, hot intermittently, always falling endlessly.
Xiang Huan stared at those bright eyes, frowning lightly into a ray of inexpressible emotion, finally let go of his hand, and suddenly hugged her tightly into his arms. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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