Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

He was noncommittal: "You have made a lot of money. How big is Sui Yuancheng? Why are you suddenly so rich? Feel free to inquire, and you can always find out."

I didn't speak any more, remembering that I was still angry with him, and felt that I had to adjust my expression, and then I just decided to apologize to him, I didn't know what expression to make.

He felt uneasy, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table and repeating it again with a serious face: "Afu, remember, you can't draw anymore."

I am a little ignorant: "Why?"

He didn’t answer me, but changed the subject and continued to look at the landscape map on his hand: “Listen to the boss that this is worth four hundred gold baht, then pay me first. After all, you still owe me a thousand gold baht. keep it up."

I was speechless: "You can't be so unreasonable."

The corner of his lips teased me with a smile: "What truths are you telling children, don't you never make sense?" Before I could respond, he already dipped his pen in ink, "The painting is good, but unfortunately there is no inscription. What do you want? What kind of inscription?"

The sunlight came in obliquely, I looked at him in the halo, and suddenly remembered that the night was full of stars, I was bitten by a poisonous snake, I didn't know how to save myself, and I was ignorant.

He urged me lowly: "Afu?"

I looked at him quietly: "For the flowers and the wine, the plum blossoms are sorrowful, and the water is lingering for ten miles."

I thought it would be a reconciliation like this, but this reconciliation is actually very good, but as soon as Mu Yan finished talking about it, Dr. Yu came to him, and a little girl followed behind him, who claimed to be the maid serving the Lianxing girl in the Ban Xianlou. On the girl's order, he asked him to go through the house.

Mu Yan put away the painting and followed the little maid out of the house, walked to the door and suddenly turned back: "I'll be back when I go."

I wanted to endure it for a while. I tried to endure it. Once again I didn't hold it back: "You go and don't come back!"

The little maid covered her mouth for fun. But he seemed to encounter something ridiculous: "What's wrong with me? I'm going to do business. I wasn't very--" He thought for a while, using the word "behaved", "How can I get angry at every turn these past few days?"

I think it turns out that he has already started to dislike me. Sure enough, it was right to leave him earlier, but he couldn't help feeling wronged in his heart, and turned his head to the side.

And he stayed at the door for a while, said nothing, and decisively followed the little maid away. The person I like, he actually doesn’t care about me at all. I used to think I could stay by his side forever. As long as I can look at him, I feel very happy, because he doesn’t like me and doesn’t like other people in front of me. Now like this, now like this, I look at my hand, it's really meaningless at all.

After lying on the table for a while, I felt that it was a sad moment. I tried to remember some happy things to make myself feel less uncomfortable. After half an hour, I finally got better.

Mu Yan has Mu Yan's life, I have mine, his life is elsewhere, but mine should be with Jun Wei, thinking about whether it is time to go to Jun Wei and the others, but I looked up and scared After a big jump, he held his chest for a long time, and it took a long time to greet the visitor normally: "Brother Ying, don't come here without problems."

Ever since she left, I never thought that I would meet this problem again. I don’t know why she came to the door on her own initiative. I just looked at it very different from the purple-clothed woman I first met. There was light in her eyes, but at the moment she had nothing. No.

She looked at me unheard of, and didn't know how long it had passed, and slowly said: "I heard that the saint does not speak falsely. I saw a saint who told me something, but I couldn't believe that it was true. He Say, you are the only one who can help me. You can see things that the world can't see with your illusion. You can help me see everything I want to know, and he asked me to come to you."

There was sunlight coming in from outside the window. I thought of something, but I don’t know if what she is asking is what I think in my heart. After a while, I hold my head and ask her: "What do you want to know?"

Her lips moved: "I want to know my husband," she choked up before the end of the sentence, but was quickly suppressed, "want to know why he let me go, where is he now."

In addition to weaving fantasy, Hua Xuyin has such a function to see some of his past without the presence of the third person. But there must be something that this person particularly loves as the matchmaker, and I use my blood as a guide to create a special yaoqin. It doesn't matter what tune is played.

But even with such a lot of trouble, what you see in the past is nothing more than the past when the person's mind and the medium are connected. It’s like I want to see Mu Yan’s past. I chose his violin as a matchmaker. I put it in my blood for two hours. I played something with this violin in a closed space. There can be scenes of him meeting, knowing, accompanying, and following with this piano at that time, but apart from these, I can't know more.

Moreover, it takes a lot of energy to do so, and unlike the Huaxu Fantasy Realm that can help the Shark Orb cultivation, it only consumes the Shark Orb's mana, and the mana consumed once...converted to my lifespan is almost a year or two.

Occasionally gossip can increase your spirits, and for the sake of gossip, you don't even care if you are suffering from mental illness. After all, I am not a saint. I can’t understand the suffering in her heart. I just feel that everyone in the world suffers and I suffer. This is really not helpful. I plan to use threats to persuade her to leave. After organizing a few words, I said to her: "Do you think Ask me to use illusion to help you. I don’t know if it counts as helping you. What my illusion can do is to sacrifice your body to me. I will use your bones to make a guqin. Play the scene that reproduces your husband’s past. As you know, I can see everything in the scene, but you can’t. If your husband is still alive in this world, I can make it out of your bones Give him this violin. If he is no longer in this world, I will send you to be buried with him. If you are willing to do so, then I will help you."

Her pale face was even paler, and there was no expression in her thick black eyes. Who would like to exchange her life for a result that cannot be known. I got up and said, "I won't give away the girl, I..."

The words are not finished. She was gently interrupted: "I am willing."

I looked up: "What did you say?"

She stroked her forehead, her voice was cold and calm, and she could still hear a depressed tremor: "Recently, I have been thinking a lot of times, I am like a tree, trying to pull myself out of the soil. When I came out, I wanted to find another tree, but I couldn’t find it, and I didn’t know how to plant myself back. I could feel that the roots of the tree had begun to wither, and slowly dried up until the leaves, maybe it was about to die. You don’t know. This little bit of death. I didn’t know it before."

She paused for a while, and gradually calmed down, "If it could be made into a piano, it would be great. It would be better than just dry and die like this. You can still be with him, and you don’t have to do this again. No matter what. Look for him everywhere without knowing."

This is the first time I have heard Brother Ying say such a long passage, which is more relaxed and heavier than anything she has said. I looked at her in silence for a long while, and said, "I was joking with you. Your hair is very long and beautiful. I don’t want your bones. Just give it to me. Use it to make strings, and you can make a string. The piano I want."

I didn't sympathize with her, but just thought that if one day I get separated from Muyan and I want to see him again before I die, I have accumulated a little bit of virtue today, and I hope someone can help me in the future. When I thought of this, I didn't remember at all that I was sad for him not caring the moment before.

What is needed is a secret room, a stringless piano, a basin, and a knife.

auzw.com Two hours later, I fished out Brother Ying’s hair from the small bowl containing half a bowl of blood, like a handful of dried noodles, spread out in my hand like a piece of To cut the red satin of the wedding dress.

The blood beads are tightly attached to the hair, even if they are pinched and scratched, they can easily be twisted into seven strings and placed on the frame of maple wood. The red string shone cold under the shadow of the lamp. I couldn't smell any smell, but imagine that every inch of the air in the black cloth surrounded on all sides should be full of blood.

But what is a secret room? It is not enough to close the door and windows and surround a piece of black cloth. At best, it can only be said to be a small dark room. Brother Ying and I discussed that I can’t do this, because the main reason for the secret room is that I can’t be disturbed. Once the string is played, I will be interrupted in the middle and I will give up my work. It is not easy to do it again unless I prepare all the equipment again. The problem is that even if I You can put another half bowl of blood right away, and give Brother Ying some time to let her grow hair.

Moreover, this is different from Huaxu's illusion after all. It cannot weave the void that is free from the world. As long as you enter the room, anyone can see the scene I played.

Do you think that in such a twilight, there is a strange sound of piano in the desolate room of the Chinese Medicine Museum of the city, and you open the door to see that it is snowing in the room. There are still a lot of people sitting or standing in the air to discuss how the weather will be today at the end of the year. Double salary... That's all, the next door is actually a coffin seller. It's really hard to scare people to death.

We were worrying, but the door was knocked twice. I can tell who it was from the style of knocking on the door. I ditched to open the door. When I walked halfway, I realized that the problem could actually be solved, so I speeded up and opened the door. On the door latch, Mu Yan stood at the door, gazes behind me, looked around and took it back to look at me: "What is this doing?" I glanced at him, biting the corner of his lips and turning away his face: "Give you a Do you want to have the opportunity to commit crimes and meritorious service?" He shook his head calmly: "No." I choked and stared at him anxiously: "You don't want to take the initiative to reassure you, you must do it!" He sighed, "Okay, I want it." "

With Muyan guarding, the little black house is not an ordinary little black house, it has been sublimated into a secret room, I feel relieved.

When I started the string, I saw that Ying Ge shook, and the strings made of hair embodied most of Rong Yuan’s spiritual knowledge about her. She could not only see those in the past, but also know what Rong Yuan thought in his heart. Of course, I can also know who played this twilight scene.

In mid-air, what gradually appeared was the wedding night at the Zhaoning West Hall in the Zheng Palace. The pear blossoms outside the hall were snowing, and the thin cherry blossoms were promised. We used to see one side of the story but didn’t know the other side. Until this moment, it finally appeared. A clear outline reveals the appearance that will gradually become clear, and the story of Rong Yuan that can be seen, everything starts when he first sees Brother Ying.

When he first saw Brother Ying, Rong Yuan didn't know that the purple-clothed woman who was bending over to tease the snow leopard beside Xi's bed was not the girl he wanted to marry. This is nothing to say, his impression of Jinque was actually faint, and he didn't take a close look at the hunting ground. He only remembered that her hand was shaking when she handed the injured little snow leopard to herself. With slender, white hands, without the hardened calluses of a sword, he will not be an assassin with a deliberate heart.

Not to mention that Yingge and Jinque have a pair of faces, even if they are completely different, he may not be able to tell them apart. The reason for marrying Jinque was that the hidden queen mother heard Wu Zhu's advice and thought that on the day of the hunt, he would meet a girl who was destined to be involved.

And it wasn't until the wedding night, half of the Zhaoning West Hall, that he first seriously looked at this woman who was going to be his wife. She has a pair of slender eyebrows and thick black eyes. Her eyes rippling softly under candle light, but faintly cold, like the crisp mountain made of ice at a dinner party, and the sweet-scented osmanthus plum soup poured outside makes the whole dish It looked steaming, but it was frozen three feet away.

He held her hand and saw the fleeting panic in her eyes, thinking that she must be afraid in her heart, but even if she is afraid, she looks calm, stiff body means resistance, but there is no half-struggle in her hands, forceful pretense You have to be gentle and obedient, but you don't know that true gentle obedience is not calm acceptance, it is to show all your anxiety and fear to the people in front of you.

As the prince of a country, although he has seen few women, he has never met a girl who has such a huge contradiction from the outside to the inside. When he kissed her lips, he opened his eyes wide. Those are beautiful eyes, especially dark when looking at him intently. Then, he saw a layer of water mist slowly floating in these eyes. He left her, but his fingers seemed to consciously stroke her eyes, touching a trace of water. she cried.

she cried. This is good. For a moment he felt that he liked seeing her like this, just like the face of an actor whose oil paint had been concealed, and those joys and sorrows were truly revealed.

The corners of her eyes were red, as if she had been wronged, her expression was tight but pretending to be calm, and she looked very pitiful. He intends to let her go. But as soon as the words of forgiveness were over, she knelt down on him, half undressed.

In this kind of thing, he has never been inferior. He instinctively wanted to get up and take the initiative. Taking into account that he was a weak woman with no hands on him, her strength was much smaller, but she was also able to reverse her position. Pressed under the body. But the fact is that he could not get up, but he could feel how the body that clung to him was trembling. He thought, she must be very nervous, so nervous that he did not realize that a weak female stream could explode so much strength. .

Her hair is really long, there is no knife cocoon on her hand, and no other cocoons, even the seven wives of orthodox noblemen in his harem. But unless a newborn child, who could have such flawless and natural hands, not to mention that she liked doing housework when she was in Rongxun's Mansion.

Her hair tickled his ears and heard her say in his ear: "There will always be a day to be like this with your Majesty. That night is not as early as the other day. Your Majesty said, isn't it?" He thought, this girl really is Fragile and strong, forbearing and reckless.

The spy wasn't just playing for nothing, and how this matter was quickly understood. The result is as expected, it turns out that Golden Sparrow is not Golden Sparrow, it is Ying Ge, Killer Thirteen Moon. He thought of his nephew, who was the most meticulous and prudent in doing things, so he didn't know how the paper couldn't hold the fire.

Fighting for the crime of deceiving the emperor and unwilling to send in the real brocade, it must be the love in my heart. Since ancient times, the kings of Shengming have been the most taboo and robbing of two things, both wealth and women.

If the minister is unfortunate enough to break his sleeve, he can't grab the man yet. He casually looked up from the scroll and glanced at the guard who was kneeling on the ground:

"Today, I didn't hear anything." The young guard buried his head honestly: "Your Majesty said yes, his subordinates did not report anything today." He nodded and motioned for him to go down, but the little guard retreated to the door. Shi stopped him again: "You just said, how did Rong Xun get rid of the scars she left when she was a killer?"

The little guard paused, and couldn't bear it: "Change the skin." The tea in his hand was accidentally spilled on the scroll, and he lowered his head to see that the red note was moistened by the water, thinking, at that time, she must be in pain.

This night, the documents accumulated before the approval of the case were nearly three changes. He didn't have much sleep, walking along the Yujingyuan, and somehow strolled to Zhaoning Hall where she lived. There was no one left in the East Hall, and it looked deserted. Two cherry trees were planted in front of the West Hall. A small inner prison dozed under the tree.

There was a light shadow in the hall. He slowly walked over and stopped five steps away. The awakened little inner supervisor hurriedly wanted to sing and shout, but he raised his hand to stop. From that angle, the scene in the house can be seen through the open carved window. The woman in purple sits on her knees under a small burning bamboo lamp, holding a peacock feather shuttlecock halfway in her hand, turning to the lamp while looking curiously.

This kind of shuttlecock, no girl had a few when she was young, even if it was not tied with peacock feathers, the way of fun is always the same, nothing surprising. But she was holding the shuttlecock, as if it were such a rare and precious thing. She quietly looked at it for a long while, and suddenly threw it high. The sleeves of her sleeves fluttered the lamp. When the shuttlecock fell, she got up and raised her ground. The skirt lifted her legs gently, and the colorful peacock feathers swung an arc from low to high, steadily flying up to the beam, her expressionless profile suddenly raised a smile, which seemed naive at first glance. .

The peacock feather flower shuttlecock in mid-air slowly fell on her knees, and she was softly tipped on tiptoe, and then stood on tiptoe again in the air. She turned her back to catch it with her heels, but with a snap, the falling shuttlecock fell crooked. He looked back at her in surprise. Opened his eyes and stared tightly on the ground, with a serious expression that made people laugh or cry, stared for a while, and moved his lips to call the maid. He has very good ears, hiding in the shadow of the cherry tree, and listening to her cold voice: "Throw this thing away."

The maid stunned: "Throw it? The lady said, don't do it?" She turned and stepped into the inner room: "Throw it, I don't like my thing, and I don't like it either."

The bamboo and wood lamp in the hall was quickly extinguished, and the past of Ying Ge that I heard in the day appeared in my ears, how she was raised, how to learn to kill, how to step on the blade to live to the age of twenty, and how to get her body wounds, How was Rong Xun given up, and how was he sent into his palace as a substitute for his sister.

He couldn't distinguish the beauty of a woman, but he felt that Ying Ge, who had just walked down with the tiny light and flew like a purple butterfly, was amazingly beautiful. Indifferently asked the little inner jailer a few words. He turned and returned along the original road. The autumn breeze was indifferent. Haitang was troubled. He thought, it was silly to give up her Rong Xun, but he gave up her and sent her to the royal official. It's fate to fulfill yourself.

He did not fall in love with her at first sight. From pity to liking, it took three days to fall in love with her. Some people think that three days is too short, but only those who really understand understand it. For the person destined to fall in love, it takes three days to fall in love with her. Too long, let alone three days, let alone so many eyes. He loves her very much.

After that, everything was just like the dreams of Brother Ying. Rong Yuan asked her if she knew what the love of the king was, and she answered him that the love of the king is great, love is in the world, rain and dew are withdrawn, and Ze is born by the people. But he couldn't agree, thinking that how could it be regarded as love, it was just a natural duty that the king should perform to the people.

Those monarchs who only understand the so-called great love, he is different from them. The heights were overwhelming. When he saw her, he thought that there should be someone to accompany him. At that location, three people were too crowded and one was too lonely. He only wanted the only one, who was weak and strong, forbearing and reckless. Used to be a killer and married him by mistake.

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