Marriage Under the Heavens

In the dark night when everyone is asleep, she is used to being awake.

Struggling to get up from the bed, groping to light the candle on the candlestick. The faint candlelight illuminates the loom in front of the screen and half of the unfinished brocade.

She raised her hand, and dozens of silk threads flew out, colorful, reflecting the iris of seven colors in the dim candlelight.

She jacquard with one hand and weave with a machine.

The voice of the machine, in the dark night, chirps and chirps again.

On the screen, she was reflected like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, only her hands were constantly dancing in the air, still a bit of agility of a living person.

The figure of a pair of mandarin ducks gradually took shape on the surface of the brocade. One drew his neck to hit the water, and the other stretched out an orange mouth to carefully groom his partner with gorgeous feathers.

Dry eyes stared at the brocade, the appearance of mandarin ducks was sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy, and gradually turned into a pair of men and women facing the waves.

The bubble of memory floated up like a fish under the water.

That day, he walked over and dispelled the mandarin ducks in the pool, in exchange for her full of anger. He hugged her waist from behind, bowed his head to her ears, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it mine for the pair of mandarin ducks to disperse? How about I pay you?"

She looked back and saw his dark and clear eyes, like the best gems, shining brightly. She was scalded by him without warning, she pushed him away, stretched out her hand and said, "Then you pay me."

He looked at her with a smile, and the light in his eyes seemed to fill the world. "Aren't we?" He said lowly, "I would like to marry Qing as a mandarin duck."

"The phoenix trees are old and old, the mandarin ducks will die both. If I die, will you follow me?" She chased the pair of mandarin ducks in the pond and asked with a smile.

He followed her step by step and said sternly: "If one of us wants to leave first, it must be me. With me, you won't die first."

At that time, she looked at the slender and tall figure of the man next to her, and suddenly felt that even if there was no amount of wind and rain, as long as the man was there, she would definitely not be blown on her.

But who could have expected that the wind and rain that brought it was not someone else, but he.

Those she thought, the beautiful past, turned out to be nothing more than a mirage hanging in the air, and it collapsed into ashes after only a shake.

There was a loud noise outside the window, and the night owl on the plane tree rose into the sky. The sound was like a sharp needle, piercing the bubble of memory.

The candlelight inside the house flickered violently, erratic and almost extinguished.

She looked back in astonishment as she felt.

In the door opening and closing room, two people were already standing in the shadow of candlelight.

These are two soldiers in uniform. They wore black corsets, dark red cloaks, and long knives around their waists. The wind rushing in from the crack of the door waved their black clothes, and the spreading shadows were reflected on the screen like a crowd of demons dancing.

She quickly recognized who they were from the clothes. She stroked the messy hair on her forehead and smiled coldly: "What did he send you to do?"

Sen Leng's eyes circled around her body. The two of them did not speak. One of them took two steps and took out a piece of paper from her arms and threw it at her feet.

She recognized at a glance that this kind of paper was an imperial edict posted at the gate of the city to announce to the world, and her heart sank suddenly.

The wind was loud outside the window, and the whimpering wind sounded like countless souls crying. The room was terribly quiet, even the sound of breathing was not heard.

She picked up the imperial edict and first looked at the vermilion seal in the lower right corner to confirm that it was true and correct, and then she went to read the above. Looking past the familiar titles, her body suddenly trembled like the last leaf in the cold wind.

It seemed that a heavy hammer hit her chest suddenly, and the sudden pain made her breathless. After that, there seemed to be a knife, starting from the inside of the bone, and faintly, little by little, cut and tore her whole person from the inside out.

Suddenly she tore the imperial edict desperately, tearing it frantically, while hissing: "Fake, all fake. Don't think I don't know the seal of the Lord, it is fake!"

"You know it is true!" The speaking sergeant said coldly, with a hint of sympathy in Sen Leng's eyes. "When he came here, the son asked me to tell you that he never liked you. He has someone else in his heart. He can't help you, if there is an afterlife, he will return you."

She stopped tearing and looked at the sergeant with her pale face.

Suddenly, laughter rang out from the deadly room, and the sound of the siege was like Ye Xiao's cry.

After a long time, she realized that the sound was coming from her mouth.

How ridiculous!

It turns out that her infatuation, her love, she begged like moths into the fire, but just use it.

The beauty that she thought was nothing more than a small dust to him, and there was no trace with a single touch.

Repay her in the afterlife! ?

She only felt the blood flowing backwards all over her body, and her anger was pouring out like the tide opening.

"Go to his mother's afterlife, you tell him that I will pay for him in this life!" She yelled, never expecting to curse someone for the first time in her life.

"I am afraid that in this life, you have no chance!" The sergeant's sympathetic eyes burst out with murderous intent. "There are so many relatives on Huangquan Road to accompany you. It must be very lively. It's a good walk!"

It turned out that he wanted her to die!

It's really similar to the vulgar drama in the script. The infatuated lady encounters a beautiful boy and is used by the lover, throwing her away like a rag. Even he didn't bother to do it himself.

She struggled to get to the loom, the tightness in her chest made her move a little sluggish.

She took off the brocade from the loom and walked to the sergeant with her hands.

"I promised it to him. I went back and told him that even though he had lost me, I wouldn't owe him anything after death. Tell him again, in the afterlife, I don't want to have anything to do with him!" She gently Said quietly, without any love or hatred, just like narrating a very plain thing.

But the two battle-tested sergeants couldn't help but feel sour.

After she finished speaking, she turned around silently and walked slowly to the table.

The skirt draped on the ground with a poignant and luxurious.

The two sergeants spilled lamp oil in the house and then threw out the fire fold. Before the fire started, the two sergeants retreated quickly.

She fell to the ground, her head scratched, her face was red with blood, and she looked terrible.

She watched the flames quickly burned to her clothes and to her body.

This burning like hell, the pain deep into the soul, made her scream.

The smoke came over, and the eyes that could no longer shed tears were smoked out of tears, and they dripped on the smooth ground, turned out to be a bright red color.

She still kept her eyes open, but she couldn't see anything. Except for the blood red, there was still blood red.

The whole world is burning!

There was only a blank in the ear, as if the sound had been taken away, but a sound came through the fire.

"Fear of sin!"