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Chapter 118. Reinvigorate

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    Early the next morning, Liu Shu couldn't help but feel both surprised and happy when she saw Chuyao return to her usual appearance. She called out with a choked voice, "Miss"

    Chuyao looked up at her, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Come here and help me comb my hair."

    Liu Shu hurriedly nodded and walked over, picked up the horn comb, combed her hair with reddish eyes: "Miss, what kind of bun do you want to wear today?"

    She still can't believe that the crazy person yesterday is completely healed today. How afraid she is that this is a dream. To her, Chuyao is not only a lady, not only a benefactor, but also a sister-like existence.  is her only relative.

    "Liuyun bun, white cloth rope." Chuyao smiled softly, looking at herself in the Linghua mirror: "Isn't today the day of mother's burial? I want to go beautifully, so that mother can rest assured."

    Liu Shu was surprised that she was able to face Ye He's death, but at the same time, she was sure that she was really well.  Liu Shu carefully combed her hair and tied it into a bun meticulously.

    Putting on an all-white filial piety dress, tied with a black belt, black hair hanging like a waterfall on the waist, a sickly and pale face, in the middle of this white and black, looks extraordinarily charming.

    Chu Yao looked at himself in the mirror, raised his hand to stroke his cheek, and said, "Is my complexion bad?"

    "Miss has not recovered from her serious illness, and it is normal for her complexion to be a little unwell. The imperial doctor told me that as long as I cultivate myself well, my lady will still be as beautiful as before."

    Chu Yao reached out to take the rouge on the dressing table, and dabbed a little on her lips, giving her pale lips a tinge of blood.

    Tang Qisheng buried Ye He today in the name of his dead wife. Chuyao had no objection to this. Ye He and him had missed each other for nearly twenty years, but they met again but were separated forever. Compared with her, Tang Qisheng would never feel the pain in his heart.  few.

    Chuyao walked into the mourning hall in plain clothes, just as she was about to lift the lid of the coffin, she walked quickly to the front of the coffin, leaned on the coffin, and looked down from above.  Ye He was wearing a dress with lotus patterns that she had always loved the most, with her hands folded on her belly, her face was serene, and the makeup on her face was exquisite.

    "Yaoyao will definitely live happily in the future, mother, don't worry." Chuyao caressed Yehe's cold face, and the corner of her mouth curled into a slight smile.

    Knowing that she was leaving for Ye He's peace of mind, Liu Shu also smiled and said to Ye He: "Ma'am, I will take good care of Miss."

    Ye Mao had no parents since he was a child, and Ye He treated him extremely well, allowing him to enjoy the rare maternal love. No matter how he tried to hold back his tears, he couldn't stop his tears, sobbing, "I will protect my sister."

    Tang Qisheng came over, patted Chuyao on the shoulder, and said, "The time has come, let your mother be buried."

    Chu Yao backed away, still with a smile on her face, watching the lid of the coffin close little by little, and slowly Ye He's face was hidden in the coffin.

    Chuyao didn't follow during the funeral, she walked aimlessly on the street, Ye Mao and Liu Shu didn't follow, but there were probably a group of hidden guards such as Jiang Li behind her.

    After self-stabbing, Rong Shaoyang stepped up his covert protection of Chuyao, Jiang Li's only task now is to protect Chuyao's safety.

    Chu Yao walked on the downtown street for nearly an hour, and Jiang Li followed about ten meters away for an hour.

    I don't know how long I walked, Chuyao stopped, turned to look at Jiang Li, Jiang Li didn't hide, and stood there far away.

    "Come here." Chu Yao sternly said to Jiang.

    Jiang Li stepped forward.

    Chuyao took his wrist, walked into a nearby restaurant, and sat down in the lobby as soon as he entered.

    She was dressed in filial piety, and her stunning appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people, but Chuyao didn't seem to see her. After sitting down, she yelled at Xiao Er: "Shitan daughter is red."

    Jiang Li looked at her, but did not stop her.

    Xiao Er saw that they had a good temperament, so naturally he didn't dare to neglect them, and after a while, he made Shitan's daughter famous.

    Chu Yao turned over a large bowl, lifted the jar and poured the wine into his mouth.  Her gestures are rude, but they are not aesthetically pleasing, but arouse pity.

    Just like that, Chuyao poured two or three jars of wine into her stomach by herself, her face began to flush slightly, she half-closed her eyes, smiled at Jiang Li, took another big bowl with unsteady wrist, and carried  The wine jar was picked up and poured down, the wine poured out, spilled a lot, and wet Chuyao's skirt.

    She blushed, her lips raised a smile, and handed the wine to Jiang Li, her tongue was a little knotted and said: "You drink with me!"

    Jiang Li saw that she was too drunk, took the wine off her wrist, and said, "You shouldn't drink any more."

    He and Chuyao spent more than a month with Chuyao from Danbul City to Yezhou to Yuncheng.??, she was calm and calm, but she never thought that she was such a fragile person.

    "No, you drink with me." Chu Yao insisted on handing the wine to his lips again.

    "Miss Song, you are really drunk, let's go back." Jiang Li got up to help Chuyao.

    Chuyao frowned, threw him away, embraced the wine jar, and said inarticulately: "No, I'm not drunk!"

    "Oh, this little lady said that she is not drunk, so don't meddle in your own business." A big man with a black beard approached them, hugged a wine jar and said, "Little lady, if he doesn't drink with you, I will accompany you."  drink."

    As he spoke, he wanted to put his hand on Chuyao's shoulder, but Jiang Li twisted his arm half a foot away. He let out a scream, hugged his arm, and rolled to the ground.

    Chuyao was still watching all this with a silly smile, Jiang Li threw away the wine jar she was holding, dropped the silver, picked her up and walked out, no matter how much Chuyao beat him on the back.

    All the way forward, when she was carried into the palace gate, she was also tired, and fell asleep limply.

    As soon as he entered Fengxia Palace, he saw Rong Shaoyang standing there with an unpredictable expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to take Chuyao over, glanced at Jiang Li, and said, "You've worked hard, go down!"  .¡±

    Jiang Li bowed his head and stepped back, Rong Shaoyang turned around and entered the hall with Chuyao in his arms.

    "I'm not drunk." Rong Shaoyang put her on the bed, and she suddenly opened her eyes, the black and white eyeballs looked very sober.

    "Okay, you're not drunk." Rong Shaoyang put the brocade quilt on her body and replied in a low voice.

    The corner of Chuyao's mouth suddenly curled up into a smile, her eyes were half-closed, she stretched out her hand from the brocade quilt to hold Rong Shaoyang's hand, and said with a smirk, "Drink with me."

    Rong Shaoyang saw blood oozing from the gauze on her wrist. It must have been caused by the struggle on Jiang Li's back just now and the wound opened. He frowned and said softly: "Okay, let me go first.  I'm going to get a drink."

    Chu Yao looked at it for a while, then let go of his hand with a chuckle, Rong Shaoyang turned around and took out the gauze and gold sore medicine from the cabinet, and walked back to the side of the bed.

    Rong Shaoyang put her hand on his lap, trying to remove the blood-stained gauze, Chuyao frowned and struggled to withdraw his hand. With this force, the wound on his hand was torn apart, but she didn't do it at all.  It feels like it hurts.

    "Hand, give it to me." Rong Shaoyang said with a downcast face.

    Chuyao shook his head, dissatisfied: "You lied to me, there is no wine." His tongue was still tied, and he could not speak clearly, but his voice contained infinite grievances.

    "Song Chuyao, this is the last time you will be crazy about your mother, and you will never allow it in the future!" Rong Shaoyang pinched her chin, raised her head slightly, just looked into her eyes, and said word by word  .

    Chuyao looked at Rong Shaoyang with dazed eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and her breath was blue. She approached Rong Shaoyang a little bit, raised her arms, and wrapped them around his neck.

    Suddenly, with a strong body, Rong Shaoyang was pressed down on the bed, and she leaned on top of him, breathing deeply, her face was close to his, and stopped when the tip of her nose was pointing, she looked at Rong Shao in a daze  Yang said, "Do you like me?"

    Rong Shaoyang stared at her misty eyes with deep eyes, without any expression, he said: "Get up."

    Chu Yao chuckled, the smell of alcohol spilled on Rong Shaoyang's face, she raised her hand to caress Rong Shaoyang's cheek, and said foolishly: "You look so good-looking."

    After finishing speaking, Chu Yao lowered his head and pressed his lips to Rong Shaoyang's.

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