C214 'Really live once! '

Cultivating flowers was a meticulous matter. Zhong Miao Yi had never done so before, so she did not dare to sprinkle all of the seeds. Therefore, the gap between the flowers was rather large.

Shun Cheng and Zhong Miao Yi would go to the backyard every day to fetch water and water them afterwards.

Recently, the sun had been high in the sky and the ground had not been dry for long. Even the Concubine Xian had not left her house and sat inside, fanning herself with the wind.

After that day, the crippled lord still often did not see anyone, so the Zhong Miao Yi did not mind and felt that there was nothing wrong.

She had already familiarized herself with Courtyard and her figure could be seen everywhere. At the beginning of Ah Jiu, she thought that Zhong Miao Yi was just following her on a whim, but after so many days, Ah Jiu had already understood that Zhong Miao Yi was following her for real.

Aunt Sun was actually very happy that Zhong Miao Yi was willing to come to the kitchen to help. Although Concubine Xian wanted to eat a lot of delicious food, there were not many things here that she could eat, so she could only do something.

Zhong Miao Yi learnt some, and felt that her cooking skills were even better than the chefs at the side of the palace. "Who did aunt learn her cooking skills from?"

Aunt Sun laughed: "It's my mother. My mother used to cook for people. Her dishes were the most delicious."

Zhong Miao Yi stopped moving her hands. This was a very strange phrase to her, she had never seen her mother before, but everyone around her had told her so.

It was not because of jealousy or envy but because Zhong Miao Yi was pure. She felt that the existence of her mother in her memories should have been a very warm thing.

Aunt Sun did not notice that Zhong Miao Yi had suddenly become silent.

She passed the things in her hands to Zhong Miao Yi: "Esteemed guest, send this over to Madam. Madam has eaten this Jujube Soup Dumplings to replenish her vital energy and blood."

Zhong Miao Yi nodded in agreement, and left the kitchen with quick steps, heading towards the Concubine Xian. When she arrived, she saw that the crippled monarch was actually talking to the Concubine Xian.

He didn't know what he said, but Consort Xian kept nodding her head, looking as if she was somewhat reluctant.

Zhong Miao Yi didn't know whether she should go over or wait.

Since she had arrived, the Cripple Lord had appeared a few times outside. However, he still only looked at her from afar, or it could be said that he smiled and nodded at her. He rarely spoke, and didn't seem to have any special instructions for her.

After hesitating for a while, the Zhong Miao Yi decided to wait until later before heading over. She sat at the end of the corridor with the jujube mud soup still warm in her hands.

She had never eaten this before, the Concubine Xian liked it, but she did not like these sweet and greasy things much.

He thought that he should just sit down and leave, but this time he didn't seem to be the case. After he spoke for a while, he didn't continue speaking. He just sat with Princess Xian and even picked up the clothes she made.

Zhong Miao Yi could not see the expression on Consort Xian's face. No one knew if she was crying or laughing, only seeing her back moving as if she was speaking.

The soup in his hands became cold and the Zhong Miao Yi sighed. She stood up and returned to the kitchen.

Aunt Sun had just finished working, and seeing that Zhong Miao Yi was back with the soup, she asked curiously: "What's wrong? Madame doesn't want to eat it? "

Zhong Miao Yi shook her head, she did not say a word and only passed the soup to her aunt.

Aunt Sun took it and frowned: "It's already cold. Let me warm it up a little more. Is your honored person alright?"

Zhong Miao Yi still shook her head, looking a little tired: "I still need to trouble aunt to send it over, I suddenly feel a little tired, I want to rest."

Aunt Sun put down the spoon in her hand and quickly walked out: "Ah Jiu!"

Ah Jiu was drying his wares not far away, but when he heard Aunt Sun call her, he put down the things in his hands and came over.

"My lord is not feeling well, help him rest." Aunt Sun called out, thinking that perhaps he had overworked himself these past few days, and his body was unable to bear it.

Ah Jiu also had the same thoughts, he helped Zhong Miao Yi up, and after thanking him, he supported him back to her room to rest. "Sir, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zhong Miao Yi did not speak, as she was panting heavily along the way.

For some reason, she didn't like the thought of the wastrel getting close to the Concubine Xian.

Ever since that day, she felt that the treatment of Concubine Xian by the crippled monarch wasn't the same feeling she had before.

Concubine Xian must have been difficult to bear in the beginning, as she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She had experienced that kind of feeling before.

The reason she didn't ask Aunt Sun so many things, was probably because she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on.

Everyone knew that she had poison in her bag, and that she was prepared to sentence Concubine Xian to death the moment she gave birth to her child.

However, everyone was trying to escape from this matter because they wanted to forget that she was the "killer" sent by Su Zeyi. Everyone was trying their best to live their lives;

This was also the reason why Zhong Miao Yi had to do these things herself.

She wanted to experience what it meant to live, to live a good life for herself, to live for the Zhong Miao Yi. Not for anyone, but simply to live.

She did it.

But she was really tired, because she knew that it was fake. It was short, and soon she would go back and live a life she didn't even want to live.

to become his own Zhong Miao Yi, to begin with.

She was so weak now, she didn't even have the ability to die together with Su Zeyi.

Zhong Miao Yi took a deep breath and held onto the door frame as she walked in.

The room was small, only a dozen steps from the door to the bed.

Zhong Miao Yi lied on the bed, allowing her entire being to relax. She didn't know why she suddenly felt suffocated when she saw the abandoned master and Concubine Xian talking to each other.

She didn't want to get closer. She was afraid.

She was afraid that she would hear something different, afraid that her emotions would break down at a certain point, afraid that she wouldn't be able to be released for the rest of her life, afraid, perhaps, of that familiar and unfamiliar face.

There were some things that could not be changed, so they could only change themselves.

If you need to laugh, you should laugh out loud. If you need to cry, you should be sad. This was a very mysterious skill that Zhong Miao Yi had learned well, and Su Zeyi had taught very well.

However, when it was really used, it was really very tiring and difficult to use.

But tomorrow, Zhong Miao Yi knew that she would still be the same as today. She would bring along a smile, bring along everything she had, do what she wanted to do, and live to become what she wanted to become. Then, she would truly experience what it felt like to live once.

She would remember this feeling in her heart forever. In the future, when she thought about it in her despair and helplessness, it could also be considered as the only comfort and light.

But today, she was tired. She was really tired, so she decided to take a rest.