The clouds pressed against the sky, Dong Hui stood in the corridor, rolled up her sleeves, and reached out to pick up the rootless water.
“Hui’er, what are you doing?”
A male voice suddenly sounded behind him. Dong Hui heard the sound, her eyebrows and eyes were curved. “People say that if you can fill a whole bottle of rootless water and send it to the Great Buddha Temple to pray for blessings, you will be able to achieve your wishes!”
“What do Hui’er’s wishes?”
Dong Hui’s cheeks were slightly red, she closed her arms and looked back, her bright eyes slightly raised, and her eyes shone brightly.
Fang Zhuoran was stunned.
In front of Zhuoran’s burning eyes, Dong Hui’s eyes fluttered, and she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, “Why don’t you try it too, I have an empty bottle here!”
Fang Zhuoran nodded with a smile, “Then I will also take a bottle, and I will send it to the Great Buddha Temple tomorrow to see if I can make all my wishes come true.”
Dong Hui smiled and turned around, holding her own bottle of water away.
Fang Zhuoran looked at Dong Hui’s back, with tenderness in his eyes, “Don’t you want to know what wish I want to make?”
Although he left, Dong Hui couldn’t bear to take it seriously, “I don’t want to know.”
“I want to marry Hui’er home quickly!” Fang Zhuoran smiled sweetly.
It was not until Dong Hui’s goose yellow skirt disappeared at the corner of the corridor and disappeared completely that Fang Zhuoran turned his head and reached out to pick up the rain with a pious look on his face.
Every time I receive a handful of hand, I have to think quietly: I want to marry Dong Hui as my wife.
Until a white porcelain bottle was filled, Fang Zhuoran held the bottle and left carefully.
Dong Huili was on the corner of the corridor, blushing.
The little maid smiled, “Miss, Master Cousin has gone far away.”
Dong Hui glanced at her, and looked at the place where Fang Zhuoran had just stood. Her butterfly-winged eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness.
Fang Zhuoran is her cousin and has lived in Yongning Hou’s Mansion with her aunt since childhood.
Although the marriage between her and Fang Zhuoran has not been decided, the two adults have agreed, and everything is waiting for Dong Hui and the hairpin.
After seeing the empty corridor, Dong Hui couldn’t suppress her flying smile on her face, holding the porcelain white vase in her hand, and returned to the boudoir.
As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked by the suppressed atmosphere in the room. He turned around and handed the vase in his hand to the maid on one side, and asked in a low voice to a little maid in the room, “What’s wrong?”
The little maid glanced at the inner room and said softly, “Miss, go in quickly. Madam and uncle are both in the room. It seems that something big happened, and I don’t know much about it.”
Dong Hui’s heart shrank, her eyes were full of surprise and suspicion, and she headed into the room.
The maid raised the pearl curtain. Before Dong Hui could lift her feet into the house, she saw a figure rushing towards her. She was stunned and couldn’t help but be stunned for a step back, and then she saw that her aunt was already two.Kneeled in front of her, her eyes full of tears, and her eyes were swollen, “Hui’er, please save your cousin.”
Dong Hui was immediately frightened by her aunt’s actions, and hurriedly bent down to help her, “Auntie, get up quickly, what’s the matter? Let’s say it.”
My aunt cried so hard that she refused to get up. Tears fell one after another on her sallow face.
While trying hard to help her aunt get up, Dong Hui looked up at her mother.
Mrs. Yongning sighed, stood up and walked to Dong Hui, lowered her head to the person kneeling on the ground and said, “What are you doing like this? Isn’t this forcing Hui’er? What do you say? First, please explain clearly to Hui’er. Whether you agree or not, you always have to decide for yourself. If you kneel down like this, I will not be able to force her like this.”