Chapter 55

Looking at his performance, sun was completely disappointed. He faltered twice, as if he had lost all his strength.

"I see," Sun murmured. Her face was so pale that people could not help wondering whether she was still alive.

Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth and comforted her in a low voice. "Don't worry about it. The second lady is still young. Maybe she doesn't know what you are going through now."

Sun looked at him with a weeping smile, which made Mrs. Zhao immediately unable to say those words for Zhou Ruoyan.

After a long time, he sighed, his eyes mixed with deep helplessness and heartache for sun.

However, sun was only stunned for a while, and soon restrained all his expressions. His weakness was carefully covered and hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

"Let people tell the second lady that if he wants to be the third prince and concubine, he should not use those shady means behind his back," Sun said in a low voice, with a calm expression.

Mrs. Zhao nodded, her eyes were a little red, and she felt a little resentful for her father, even for Zhou Ruoyan.

"If she still thinks I'm a mother, let him come and see me," Sun said in a low voice after a long silence, and his eyes were a little dazed.

All of a sudden, she didn't know what she had wasted half of her life in this courtyard for, for her feelings? For status? Even for money?

But now what has he got? Living in this small Buddhist hall, his daughter also left her heart. It seems that Mrs. Zhou is the only one who can support him.

With that, sun didn't see what reaction Mrs. Zhao had. She raised her hand and gently lifted her sleeve, and began to copy Buddhist scriptures little by little.

"Let the maid copy it for you," suggested Mrs. Zhao in a low voice.

"No, since it's for the sake of the Empress Dowager's blessing, every word must come from her heart," Sun said without raising his head.

Looking at Sun Shi's stubborn figure, Mrs. Zhao said nothing more. She sighed in her heart and turned to walk out.

"Take good care of your wife," Mrs. Zhao warned with a cold face.

Those maids who used to talk in groups scattered one by one. Looking at Mrs. Zhao's eyes, they were flattering.

"We understand," they said with a word of you and me, chirping like birds on the branches in the morning.

Mrs. Zhao didn't say anything more. Now he went to see Zhou Ruoyan in a hurry, and soon disappeared at the gate of the yard.

Zhou Ruoyan has been unable to accept the news that he was going to the Buddhist hall. Because of this, he kept beating things in the room, trying to vent his inner depression.

However, the sound of objects colliding with each other kept ringing, but Zhou Ruoyan's mood did not get better at all.

Zhou Ruoyan screamed hysterically. She was so tired that she couldn't lift her hand. Then she slowly stopped. She sat quietly on the stool, with her head hanging down, covering her ferocious and deformed face.

The servant girls stood outside, watching Zhou ruo'an's movements carefully, imagining his current mood in their hearts.

Because Mrs. Zhao had been waiting on sun's side, other people in the yard unconsciously respected her.

"And the young lady?" Mrs. Zhao's eyes swept quickly around her. Then she dropped her eyelids and asked in a low voice.

Those people can't guess the reason why Mrs. Zhao came here. They look at each other and point to the direction of the room with their hands raised.

"Miss, stay in the room." He said softly, reminding, "miss is in a bad mood now. You should be careful."

Mrs. Zhao took a deep look at him, then nodded slowly and went to the room.

"Two young ladies," looking at the figure lying on the table, Mrs. Zhao called in a low voice.

Zhou Ruoyan turned a deaf ear to the voice beside him. Not only that, he even deviated in the opposite direction, showing his mind of refusing to communicate clearly.

"Two young ladies," Zhao Niangzi in the heart is very helpless, pushed his arm, softly call a way, "the old woman son brings a word for madam to you."

Zhou Ruoyan suddenly raised his head. He seemed to suddenly think of something. His eyes were so bright.

"Mother? yes! She can help me Zhou Ruoyan said to himself that he was in a hurry to turn around and leave.

Zhao Niangzi was stunned for a moment. She raised her hand and grasped Zhou Ruoyan's arm.

"Miss!" Zhao mother-in-law's son increased voice to shout a way, this just fell into the Zhou Ruoyan of own thinking to wake up.

He stopped as he walked out, bowed his head deeply, and said in a weak whisper, "it's my gaffe."

Although Zhou Ruoyan seems to be back to normal, Zhao is still worried about him. She carefully explores Zhou Ruoyan's emotional changes and slowly releases her rough hand.

Zhou Ruoyan turned his wrist uneasily and looked at the crimson fingerprint on the white skin without expression.Zhao's eyes quickly across a trace of chagrin, raised his hand heavily patted on the back of his hand, repeatedly pleaded guilty.

Zhou Ruoyan looked at him uneasily and said impatiently, "nothing."

Looking at Zhou Ruoyan's awkward appearance, Zhao Ruoyan's heart softened, and her resentment for Zhou Ruoyan disappeared in an instant.

In the end, she was just a child. Mrs. Zhao sighed in her heart and looked at him with soft eyes.

"Madame said, don't use those little hands behind your back." "Sometimes the more means you use, the more embarrassing the answer is," she whispered

"Do you want me to watch Zhou ruo'an marry the third prince? Let me salute him every time I meet? " Zhou Ruoyan just said such a scene, she felt a little out of breath, she breathed, angry eyes.

"No way!" Zhou Ruoyan gritted his teeth and stressed that his tone was firm.

Looking at the faint red of Zhou Ruoyan's eyes, Mrs. Zhao sighed helplessly and said in a low voice, "Zhou Ruoyan and the third prince's marriage is still far away, not without any room for relaxation."

"My wife loves you so much that she will arrange everything for you. I just hope you don't dirty your hands." Zhao's mother-in-law watched Zhou Ruoyan's expression change, and comforted her.

Zhou Ruoyan seems to believe his excuse. His expression is as stiff as ice, but he still refuses to nod.

Looking at her tight lips, Zhao only felt a headache, for Zhou Ruoyan stubborn at this time is helpless.