The faces of the nanny and maids serving around changed slightly, but soon everyone stopped their strangeness, but they looked at her more respectful eyes. Bo Ruoyou's heart was beating when he heard it. He was looking at Huo Weilou suspiciously, but the eldest princess showed joy, "Look, I have never remembered it wrong! Since that's the case, you should call my mother. Come and paint with me-"

She held Bo Ruoyou, and the moment she touched each other, Bo Ruoyou went to see her hands. Her hands were well maintained, as if they were as delicate as white porcelain, but she found that there were several bulges in her palm. When she took her to the desk to let go, Bo Ruoyou indeed saw a few scars on her hands. Her heart tightened slightly, and when she looked at the smile in front of her, her heart was a little heavy.

Seeing that the eldest princess was getting better as ordinary people, she lived in the illusion that everyone woven for her. At this time, she also entered this illusion. She couldn't help but feel anxious, afraid that she would say the wrong thing and break the illusion.

At this time, she heard the eldest princess smile and said, "Do you know how to paint?"

The room is full of paintings, mostly ink paintings with sharp pen tips and magnificent patterns. It can be seen that Zhao Lingxiao loves this very much, has a very high spirit, has a broad mind, and is good at exquisite techniques. Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "I don't paint well..."

"Not hindrance, I'll teach you, look at my painting-"

After she said that, she walked around the desk and raised her hand to put the pen down. Bo Ruoyou looked along the tip of her pen, and her expression changed instantly.

The paper was only more than ten inches in size, but at this moment, a red woven gold embroidered phoenix pattern was painted on it. The swagger was a cute baby, who looked only one year old, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and he looked like a girl.

She instantly realized that this was the eldest princess's dead daughter and Huo Weilou's own sister.

However, what surprised Bo Ruoyou even more was the brushwork. She painted soft and freehand lines, and used bright and bold colors, which was completely different from the ink and water landscape paintings hanging around her. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she felt confused, but Huo Weilou stood behind him. He also saw the painting on the desk, but there was no surprise.

The eldest princess was immersed in painting. She said she wanted to teach Bo Ruoyou the moment before, but the next moment she forgot. She only had a soft smile on her face and was relaxed and at ease. If it weren't for the wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, Bo Ruoyou even felt that she was a little naive, so Huo Weilou pulled her back two steps.

"She couldn't remember things and was also very forgetful. This place used to be her father's painting pavilion. Later, she got better from some time. So she treated this place as her own place. She didn't care about seeing her father's things. Only at this time can I appear in front of her, otherwise, she would have to hide from afar and not let her see it. She probably remembers that my sister is still alive."

A person suffering from madness seems crazy and confused, but he also has his own set of cognition and composition. However, the eldest princess is ill for a long time and is extremely ill. It is not easy to maintain superficial peace in this way.

Bo Ruoyou felt heartbroken. He thought that what Eunuch Fu said was that she was already as conscious as usual. "If you can be so relaxed and happy, that's great. Just be careful to serve the people around you."

Living in a confused and chaotic world for the rest of my life, as long as there is no trace and someone to serve her, it is better to remember all the disasters or to be sober and understand. Bo Ruoyou looked at the eldest princess and felt especially sorry for her.

The eldest princess really painted alone. Huo Weilou and Bo Ruoyou waited for a long time, but waited for her to finish the last stroke. She sighed tiredly, and Huo Weilou said, "Mother, I'll come back very easily, let me accompany you for dinner."

"Okay, okay, you are going back to the North again." She looked at Huo Weilou with sorrow, and no one corrected her again this time.

There is also a lot of summer nights. Dinner is placed in the side hall of the Shui Pavilion. The window sashes on both sides are wide open. The cool breeze with lotus fragrance comes in slowly. Ruo Princess's words have never been confused. Bo Ruoyou thought this situation was very good.

She tried her best to cooperate with the eldest princess to laugh. Anyone who didn't know how to answer, and Huo Weilou helped her. She only felt that she had entered the script, singing, reciting and fighting, but she could distinguish between fantasy and truth. Only the eldest princess was the one who was deeply involved in the play. A group of people sang a play with her, and no one dared to wake her up.

Bo Ruoyou thought that as long as they could finish the dinner smoothly, when they said goodbye, the eldest princess could continue singing the scene without the disturbance of strangers, but she did not expect that the eldest princess would wake up before the dinner was used up.

It was a lotus leaf lotus seed soup, a soup snack for the meal. The sweet aroma made Bo Ruoyou Xinsheng like it. She felt that the eldest princess must also like the sweet taste. But the moment the soup was put down, the gentle smile on the eldest princess's face instantly closed. She frowned a few times, her pale face twitched strangely, and then slowly stood up. When Huo Weilou realized that something was wrong, she raised her hand and smashed the soup cup to the ground!

The sound of porcelain pieces shattered and the boiling soup splashed everywhere. She looked as if she had changed her face. She turned around and saw Huo Weilou at first sight. Her heart-warming hatred burst out from her eyes. She stared at his eyebrows and suddenly screamed in anger. The teacups and chopsticks beside her were swung to the ground by her, and she retreated like a monster hating!

Bo Ruoyou's shocked breath was shut.

How gentle and elegant she was a moment ago, how hysterical she was now, and she stepped back step by step on the porcelain soup, and was about to fall into the porcelain pieces all over the floor—

Huo Weilou was already beside her. He quickly stepped forward and held her arm, shouted out, "Come on—"

It was a rare scene of harmony, even Eunuch Fu was guarding the door. When he heard the movement, everyone immediately flocked in, but at this time Bo Ruoyou exclaimed, "Be careful, marquis—"

Huo Weilou turned his head and saw a cold light flashing in front of him. He grabbed the eldest princess' arm, but in order to struggle, the eldest princess actually pulled out the silver hairpin from her bun with her empty hand, and then stabbed it hard at his arm!

Huo Weilou had the opportunity to hide, but he did not dodge. In the blink of an eye, the sharp silver hairpin entered the flesh and blood immediately spread out. He did not let go, and waited until the elder Fu and the nanny grabbed the eldest princess before he retreated.

The eldest princess stared at him, and hatred fell on Huo Weilou like a cold arrow, wishing she could eat her flesh and blood. The sharp screams echoed inside the house, and Huo Weilou turned around and walked out of the house quickly.

Bo Ruo stood there froze. She watched the bloody hairpin slip out of the eldest princess's hand. The moment she fell to the ground, she felt that her arm also hurt, and she hurriedly chased her out.

After leaving the door, the eldest princess screamed and fell down. Bo Ruoyou walked along the corridor. After a corner, he saw Huo Weilou standing under the wind lamp. He stood straight and was instructing the attendants of the Hou Mansion: "Go and call Ming Guilan--"

The attendant left with a sound, and the dim warm light fell on him, but could not dispel the chill in his eyes. A bloody color flowed down from his wrists and fell on the wooden boards of the corridor beneath his feet.

"Mr. Marquis——"

Bo Ruoyou quickly stepped forward, lifted his sleeves and looked at the injury. The hairpin stabbed his forearm. Because of the extreme force, a blood hole was pierced. Bo Ruoyou felt his heart tugged, but he didn't know where to find something to stop bleeding. The noise in the water pavilion did not stop, and it was obvious that the eldest princess had not been comforted yet.

She had no choice but to take out a scarf and handkerchief from her sleeve, and then tied the wound neatly. Huo Weilou looked at her anxious look and his voice eased, "No obstacle, just a minor injury, is it scary?"

Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "Okay, why is it wrong all of a sudden?"

Huo Weilou sighed, "She has no fixed disease. She has come to the Water Pavilion many times these days, and she thought she would have a better time."

While talking, the two nannies carried the eldest princess out together. Eunuch Fu walked in front and quickly walked up to him, "How is the Marquis' injury? Do you have to go back to the Marquis' Mansion first? The old slave stays and will go back to tell you when they are settled."

Listening to the sound of footsteps, Huo Weilou also came to the direction of the mansion gate, for fear of irritating the princess again.

After walking a little further, Huo Weilou turned around and saw more than a dozen servants heading towards the main courtyard. Soon, the figure disappeared behind the tower. The silver moon was in the sky, and the clear light flowed on Huo Weilou's shoulders, as cold as water.

Huo Weilou pursed his lips and his eyes were sunken. Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but say, "Mr. Marquis, do we want to go back to Marquis' Mansion?"

Huo Weilou nodded and took her out. He had grown up in the eldest princess's mansion, but now because of his mother's disgust when she was sick, he was like an outsider. Bo Ruoyou thought of the princess' hatred expression just now, and he didn't want him to stay here for a long time. She couldn't help but step forward and hold Huo Weilou's hand.

Huo Weilou looked at her side, held her back, and went out to get on the carriage.

The carriage was cramped, and the blood on Huo Weilou's arm had not stopped. It was soaked in a white towel. Bo Ruoyou knew that the injury was nothing to him, but the first time he saw him being injured and blood was really distressed. Thinking of the princess's appearance before leaving, he felt depressed. The hysterical and madness-like appearance was quite hurt. The hatred in her eyes was as deep as she was immersed in such bitter hatred and despair all day long, it would be a hellish torture, and it would always be exhausted until the oil was exhausted.

She looked at his wounds through the light that penetrated through the curtains. Seeing that the blood from the silk squid was getting more and more, the anxious look on her face became heavier. Huo Weilou looked at her like this and couldn't help but raise his hand to gently stroke her hair, "No obstacle."

Bo Ruoyou looked up at him, "It must be very painful."

Huo Weilou pulled the corner of his lips, "It used to be a hundred times worse than this injury, so it's really nothing."

Bo Ruoyou felt his throat was so stiff that he could not be relieved by him. He thought that there was no sight on the battlefield, and that he had the habit of sleeping with a pillow when he went out. I don’t know how many moments of life and death, but I felt that there was a heavy feeling in his heart.

She didn't say anything, and Huo Weilou took her into her arms with her uninjured hand, "Has I ever deceived you? My mother... that's it, and I don't know when this disease will be cured. Anyone may care about my marriage, but she doesn't."
Chapter completed!