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The night of autumn rain had soaked through the warm soil, and it was fresh and mixed with a strong earthy scent that suffused the cool wind. The originally tender yellow rose could not endure the destruction. Not only was it broken, its petals were scattered all over the ground. The few thin petals that were accidentally left on the broken branches also appeared to be trembling and weak like they were not even in the wind.

At times like these, people would always feel inexplicably helpless and panicked. Four hours of change, the summer came and went, and many things were like this, which people could not like or forbid. Li Huaiping slowly walked along the corridor, her heart slowly filled with the loneliness of late autumn, and she had to hide her smile more and more.

"Little Branchet?" Looking at the person who was walking over, Li Huaiping called out to him. Seeing that Geng's Ge Ge was personally carrying the Yellow Poplar's food box, he could not help but be surprised: "What are you doing? Why didn't he ask Fang Yan to follow him? However, even though I have done my own work, I am not afraid of tiring my body. "

Geng Youzhi nodded and slowly spread out his body as he followed the Li Sai Fu Jin through the corridor and headed towards Nian Cefujin's room.

They were both flowers, but the flowers in the backyard were all ruined by the autumn rain. But the things that were happening outside of Nian Cefujin's room were still dazzling and radiant. Li Huaiping looked at those white or pink, red or yellow flowers, and the corner of her mouth slowly turned into a smile. Look, sister, the flowers here are much more beautiful than those in the backyard. "In the end, even the flowers have been tainted by the blessings of the master, being doted on by the prince."

"Nian Cefujin likes flowers, the gardeners are naturally more attentive." Geng Xiaoqiao didn't talk much, but he could hit the nail on the head.

Le Yao heard the voice coming from outside the door, her brows knitted slightly, and lightly reminded him: "Ce Fujin, there seems to be someone outside."

Qing Huan leaned on Yun Jin's cushion and slightly opened his eyes: "Send them off, I don't want to see anyone." These two days, she had been cooped up in her own room, from morning to night. Without saying a word, she didn't have the slightest bit of appetite. When she thought of the miserable circumstances of her past life, her heart would ache indescribably. It was one thing to be poisoned to death by the person she loved, but she was also tricked by him to the point of losing all the children she had painstakingly conceived in the past ten months. How could she tolerate that?

"Hurry up and get rid of him." Thinking about all these, Qing Huan couldn't help but feel a lot of hate. Why is it that I can only get such a return for loving him with all my heart? "Is it just because I'm the daughter of the Year Home?" I won't see anyone these few days. "

"Sister Nian, do you feel better now?" Li Huaiping did not recognize anyone as she pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Le Yao walking over to welcome him, her smile became even more radiant. "I'm not an outsider anymore, why are you being so courteous, little sister? Don't I always have to come and talk to you all day long? "

"Greetings to Ce Fujin, greetings to Gengue." In the end, Le Yao's personality was still gentle, unlike a zither. She didn't dare to lower her face and kick him out of the room. She could only look at Nian Cefujin who was on the sickbed with difficulty.

"Le Yao, serve tea." The middle-aged Qing Huan slowly sat up straight and looked indifferently at the two women with different expressions. I felt much better, and there was nothing more wrong. "It's hard for you to get away from the rain."

"You're being considerate." didn't give her any face, not because he detested her feigning ignorance. Instead, she didn't even know how to face what had happened after her death.

When Le Yao heard that the Gengue cooked a small delicacy personally, a smile blossomed on her face. Who in this house doesn't know that the Gengue's culinary skills are the most exquisite? It just so happens that Ce Fujin has not used breakfast yet, why not take advantage of the heat and try out the good workmanship. "

"Sure." Qing Huan didn't want to give the Geng's too much face. After all, living under the dignity of the Imperial Family, every person had their own reasons for doing so. So she nodded.

"Let me handle this." Seeing Ce Fujin nod his head, Le Yao happily walked forward, bent his knees, and opened the yellow poplar box. The moment the box was opened, Le Yao screamed uncontrollably, and he threw the lid onto the ground.

Geng Xiaozhu was shocked as he looked at the box. His soul nearly flew out of his body, "Ce Fujin, forgive me, Ce Fujin, forgive me. I don't know either, how could there be a …"

Li Huaiping sat a little further away, so she was surprised that she did not see what was inside the box. "What's going on? Everything's fine, why are you so scared?" "She walked up to him, and with a single glance, her face darkened." Everything was fine, how could there be this? Wasn't this the same as touching on bad luck? Geng's, you were too careless! "

"Li Sai Fu Jin, I really don't know what's going on." Geng Xiaozhi's eyes reddened with fear. It was originally a good intention, how could it be so self-defeating.

Qing Huan scoffed, her mouth filled with a bitter smile. The baby in my stomach was almost unable to hold on because of the water. It has only been two days of hard work, and you already can't hold it in anymore? "

"No, Nian Cefujin, please forgive me, but I really have not …" Geng Youzhi shed tears, "I woke up early and got someone to pick fresh lotus roots and grind them into a powder. I personally made this lotus root soup with exquisite pastries for Ce Fujin to enjoy. Do not know why I would not dare to curse Ce Fujin and your flesh and blood, even if I had the guts to do so. Please explain. "

"Rather than listening to your crying and justifications, I'm more interested in knowing who it is that has the guts to do so." Qing Huan felt wronged for his own child, "Using a red infant mouse to eat the soup, are you going to curse my child that he will not be born, and that he will die in childbirth?"