Chapter 570: The Last Night
Taking a deep breath, Yi Ruo glanced at Xian'er deeply, only to feel that a large number of words were accumulated in his chest, but they were all pressed down at the moment of exit, looking at the woman's appearance still full of tears, her heart trembled heavily for a moment, but she still didn't say anything. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
Xian'er's eyes were full of tears, but the corners of her mouth were filled with a helpless smile, and she saluted again: "Miss Yiruo, can I use that small kitchen today...... Make some meals that I like ......"
People who are dying are often more at peace.
And Xian'er is such a person.
Knowing that she was the last day of her life, Xian'er was also a lot bolder, although she still had her own duty as a subordinate when she spoke to Yi Ruo, she still made such a request that was counted as her last wish.
Yi Ruo's expression paused deeply for a moment, looking at Xian'er who lowered his gaze again, and after a while, his voice fell hoarse and shallow: "Okay." ”
"Thank you, Miss Yiruo."
Xian'er's smile became more and more intense, but it became more and more sour, and the last sentence fell with a crying voice, and she was blessed again, turned around, and left lonely.
Yi Ruo's expression was solemn, as calm as her, at such a critical moment today, her heart was also touched very obviously.
With a creak, the door to the side hall was opened.
Xian'er's back looked extremely lonely, and she snorted heavily in a low voice, and stepped forward to go out.
"Slim."
Seeing that the woman was about to leave, Yi Ruo finally didn't hold back the tremor in her heart, and still stopped her.
Xian'er's steps paused, and she raised her hand with her back to Yi Ruo to wipe the tears on her face, and then turned around and looked at Yi Ruo with a smile: "What else does Miss Yi Ruo command?" ”
Taking a deep breath, Yi Ruo rarely raised a smile, and his voice was a little lighter: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you tonight." ”
Xian'er was stunned for a moment, and then her smile became a lot stronger, and she knew in her heart that this was Yi Ruo comforting herself, but her heart was still extremely warm, she nodded heavily, and did not say much, with water in her eyes, but she was still sincere.
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On Chinese New Year's Eve, even if there was such an accident in the palace, it still had a shallow sense of celebration. Throughout the palace, bright red lanterns were hung almost everywhere, and in the larger palaces, red silk was also hung.
But only the Sanshui Hall is deserted.
There was nothing to pack, Shui Muqing found a small package of the red robe, sat in front of the dresser for a long time, stopped for a long time, his hands trembled, stretched out several times to take out some of those jewelry, but he stopped a few times, and the last time, he finally put down his hand and put it on his lap.
The window behind the dressing table is wide open, and you can see the snow white outside at a glance, even on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, the Sanshui Hall is not dressed in any costume, extremely quiet, and extremely cold.
The cold wind blew heavily into the house and onto Shui Muqing's face.
It's cold.
Shui Muqing's eyes were empty, without the slightest light, looking at himself in the bronze mirror, his thoughts had long since drifted away.
With a squeak, the door was opened, and Yi Ruo's familiar voice rang out: "Come out for lunch." ”
Yi Ruo didn't go inside, but stood at the door, through the transparent shelf, looked at Shui Muqing, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, and after saying the first sentence, he paused for a long time before he lowered his voice and continued to speak: "What are you thinking?" ”
Shui Muqing's eyes moved slightly, and her mind slowly returned to her mind, and another cold wind blew, raising her hair that was only low and tightly bunched.
"What's for lunch today?"
The voice was ethereal, and it was cold that Muqing had never felt before.
Yi Ruo's body stood sideways facing the door, his eyes were deep, and he looked at Shui Muqing: "The home-cooked dishes made by Xian'er." ”
Taking a deep breath, Shui Muqing's eyes slowly turned and looked at himself in the mirror.
To tell the truth, Shui Mu Qingsheng is extremely good-looking, if he doesn't dress up, he looks extraordinarily beautiful and beautiful. Evoking a faint smile at himself in the mirror, Shui Muqing moved extremely slowly in his hand, opened a small drawer on the dressing table, took out an eyebrow pencil from it, and began to hook his eyebrows.
"I haven't eaten home-cooked side dishes for a long time."
Yi Ruo's eyes did not flicker in the slightest, he looked straight at Shui Muqing, breathing steadily, and did not speak for a long time.
It took a quarter of an hour, until Shui Mu finished counting his red lips, his body slowly stood up, turned around, looked at Yi Ruo through the shelf, and smiled: "Is it good-looking?" ”
Facing Shui Muqing's eyes that were exceptionally clear at the moment, Yi Ruo took a deep breath and blinked: "It's beautiful." ”
It seemed that he was very happy to hear Yi Ruo's words, the smile on Shui Muqing's face deepened a little, put down the red paper in his hand, turned around, and walked outside.
Picking up the gauze curtain, Shui Muqing finally saw Yi Ruo clearly, tilted his head slightly, his voice was a lot colder, but he still smiled: "Let's go." ”
Then without waiting for Yi Ruo, Shui Muqing's steps took the lead in leaving the main hall and heading towards the front hall.
Yi Ruo's hand in his sleeve clenched slightly, he didn't speak, and he didn't move, until Shui Muqing's footsteps disappeared in his ears, then he gradually turned around and looked at the snow outside, and there was an indescribable emotion in his heart.
In the front hall, Xian'er has already put a lot of home-cooked food, put down the soup in her hand, and turned around to go in the direction of the small kitchen. ”
Shui Muqing's head kept his head down, until he heard the voice of Xian'er, he raised it, and instantly smiled, and responded softly: "Hmm." ”
Xian'er stood where she was, her head down, and didn't leave directly.
Shui Muqing's footsteps were already walking towards the table in the hall, and his smile did not decrease: "All of this, you did it?" ”
The food of the Sanshui Temple has always been sent by a special person from the imperial dining room, and Shui Muqing didn't know that this Xian'er would still make these dishes.
Xian'er was extremely calm: "What Xian'er does is not as good as what the imperial dining room does." I still hope for the mother...... Don't be disgusted. ”
I don't know why, on this last day, Xian'er didn't have the slightest fear of the water concubine Niangniang, who everyone in the palace was afraid of.
"If I don't dislike it, how can I dislike ......"
Shui Muqing's eyes slipped over those dishes one by one, braised fish, stir-fried bamboo shoots, sweet and sour lotus root, chicken soup. It's all very simple home-cooked food.
After pausing for a moment, he turned his eyes to look at Xian'er who was standing at the door, and asked softly, "Do you know how to make barley and red date cake?" ”