Mrs. Luo Qing turned around suddenly, her eyes were hazy, during the time when her son left, in addition to her husband's support, he was her son, but he was also gone, he was lonely and helpless, and his pale face and weak facial features were so far from her usual image of a fierce woman.

"It's you ......" The people of Luo Qingfu saw Xiaoyu for the second time, holding on to the bed, insisting on sitting up, their eyes were full of disgust and rejection: "You, you tempted my son, and you dared to appear in front of me." ”

"Mrs. Luo Qing." Xiao Yu's body luggage ushered in Luo Qingyi's worried gaze, he was afraid that he would finally find Xiao Yu and be slandered by his mother again.

"I saw that your face was colorless and your lips were pale, which must have been caused by the weakness of your body, the lack of essence and blood, and the accumulation of blood in your depression and heart." Xiao Yu stepped forward, casually pulled out a trace of gold thread from the gauze tent, and deftly tied it to the wrist of the Luo Qingfu people, and at the other end, Xiao Yu's fingers were provoked, feeling the pulse.

"Madame eats very little on weekdays, so she drinks less tea and eats more bones and vegetables."

Mrs. Luo Qing looked at Xiao Yu in a daze.

"Get enough sleep and your face will be radiant and get rid of delicate wrinkles and blemishes."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Luo Qing subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, and she really felt that her skin had loosened a lot.

Luo Qingyi smiled lightly and looked at Xiaoyu, there was really a set.

"That'...... Then my face ......" Mrs. Luo Qing's eyes were a little anxious.

"Xiaoyu will make you some tonic soup to ensure that you will have an effect in three days." Xiaoyu put away the gold thread.

"Okay, good......" Mrs. Luo Qing said three times in a row.

Luo Qingyi smiled, it seemed to be changing too fast.

Kitchen Xiaoyu stood in front of the soup pot with her sleeve pipe, wiped her sweat and said to herself: "Angelica is sweet, spicy, and warm; It returns to the liver, heart and spleen meridians, and has the effect of replenishing blood and invigorating blood, removing stasis and regenerating new ones. ”

"Chicken soup...... Chicken soup ......" Xiaoyu shook her hands and went back and forth in the kitchen, and the maid stood aside, unable to intervene.

"The chickens are here." A maid came with a deflated hen in her hand.

After tossing all morning, the soup was ready, and there was a lot of pot ash on the face, and when it was served to Mrs. Luo Qing, Xiaoyu put it on the table and introduced: "Angelica hen soup has a good effect on poor complexion caused by blood deficiency. Long-term use of angelica can restore the rosy color of the facial skin. ”

Mrs. Luo Qing glanced at Xiaoyu suspiciously, got up and tasted a small bite, the entrance was docile, the taste was not salty or light, there were not too many cooking materials, the list was refreshing, and after entering the stomach, the mouth was fragrant, which made it difficult to give up.

"Eniang......" Luo Qingyi has long followed Xiaoyu, from the busyness of the kitchen to the pot to this exquisite jade porcelain bowl, he did not miss a single thing: "Xiaoyu not only understands medical skills, but also knows how to stew soup for her mother, is it a hundred times better than Princess Qingyang?" ”

Luo Qingyi smiled heapedly, looked at his mother with satisfaction, looked at Xiaoyu dotingly, raised his hand to pull her, and gently wiped the pot ash off her face, who knew that this time, there was more black ash on her face.

Mrs. Luo Qing's face changed instantly, and she put the soup bowl on the table, she also knew that Xiaoyu was more intimate than Qingyang, but it was strange that she was not a relative of the emperor.

"Eniang, what's wrong?" Luo Qingyi looked at the half-drunk chicken soup.

Xiao Yu also looked at the chicken soup in a daze, but she added a lot of secret recipes to ensure that it would be effective in three days, and then looked at Mrs. Luo Qing, Xiao Yu seemed to know what she was thinking, and quickly stepped forward and said softly: "Mrs. Luo Qing, you also see that at this time, the country and the people are safe, and when the emperor and the saint today must have a set of wisdom for governing the country, why bother?" ”

"What's more, people are gone, even if they avenge their father's revenge, people can't be resurrected after death." Xiaoyu said frankly: "What's more, aren't your mother and son living comfortably with plenty of food and clothing?" Uncle is a general, and he goes in and out of the battlefield all day long, and it may not be a relief for him to see that your mother and son are safe and sound at this moment, so why bring up the past, if Luo Yi has any three longs and two shorts, the uncle will not be blind. ”

"Don't say it......" Mrs. Luo Qing burst into tears, not wanting others to see it, turned her face to the side and turned her back to Xiaoyu.

"Eniang, what Xiaoyu said makes sense, in the future, wouldn't it be better for one more person to honor you? Maybe there's a grandson to relieve your boredom. Luo Qingyi knows her mother best, she never cries in front of people, even if she turns her back to herself at the moment, but her sobbing shoulders tremble slightly, it can be said that Xiaoyu knocked on the door of her heart.

Xiaoyu glared at Luo Qingyi angrily, and the children were all on the table first.

Xiaoyu turned around and walked out of the house, the peony flowers in the garden in front of the door were blooming, some precocious petals were dancing with the wind, a little beads and emeralds fell, standing in the peony flowers, her heart was hurting, very subtle pain, blue eyes, face like a knife, long hair shawl, nine-foot figure vividly, he was serious and cold, his eyes were like the eternal cold pool autumn water, but there was an unexpected childishness.

"Dressed ......"

"Smack......

slapped over, his smooth body was clearly seen by Xiao Yu, under the mask of indifference like frost, he was indeed a childlike sleepless, how lonely he was.

"Xiaoyu ......" Luo Qingyi stepped out of the threshold and hugged Xiaoyu in a circle: "My mother agreed, we can get married one day." ”

Xiaoyu suddenly woke up from her dream, smiled lightly, and was held in place by others, with an indescribable feeling, just like a folk child being stopped in the arms of his parents, thrown up vigorously and then caught.

"Put down my ......" Xiaoyu shouted, the waist that was held was itchy and unbearable, and the peony flowers in the toss yard fluttered in the wind, and for a while they were purple and red, but they felt particularly sad in Xiaoyu's eyes, and the petals that left the mother body disappeared with the wind, but after all, the scene of the leaves falling back to the roots, the petals were rolled up by the wind and floated into the distance.

"Don't let go of ......" Luo Qingyi was childish as if he was ten years ago, splashed up, turned Xiaoyu dizzy, and when he landed, he almost didn't stand firm, Luo Qingyi stopped Xiaoyu and kissed Xiaoyu's lips.

Xiao Yu's shoulders trembled, but instead of refusing, she closed her eyes, her lips were so similar to the feeling in the dream, like fire, like snow.

At this moment, Jun Mo squatted on the wall, looking at this scene with disdain, with a dogtail in her mouth, this girl seemed to like to be close to people, and it seemed that she was terminally ill.

Xiao Yu suddenly opened her eyes: "Who ......?"

Luo Qingyi still let go of Xiao Yu, and looked at Xiao Yu's eyes, but found no trace of anyone.

"Leave me ......" Xiaoyu walked lightly, stepping on the peony vine and rushing straight up the wall.

The maids in Luo Qing's Mansion who watched were all dumbfounded, what kind of kung fu is this, they are as light as a swallow, and their chins are about to fall on the upper of their shoes.