Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

The seven days passed in a flash. On May 25th, the night, the moon and the stars were scarce, and I, Jun Wei, and Xiao Huang ran out of the Sifang City from the starry night.

So far, I have done only two businesses, and I have not summarized the qualifications yet, but I can’t help but want to conclude that in the future of my dream sales career, it is estimated that I will never encounter more relaxed errands than Zheng Guo’s trip. Just send a letter from a piano to get everything done, and you can make your life in vain. Of course this is on the bright side.

The downside is that Mrs. Yue, who is a client, has been a vegetarian for many years due to religious issues. This is all right. The key is that she not only eats by herself, but also likes to mobilize everyone to eat together. As guests, we are especially not immune to the destruction of Jun Wei and Xiao Huang.

They wanted to sneak out of the palace and go to a restaurant in the city for a tooth sacrifice, but government agencies like the palace are actually no different from brothels and casinos. They all come in and ask for more money to go out. Although we used to be rich, but He has been fined several times by the government and has become extremely poor. This is also the common trouble of many wealthy people in Da Chao.

Out of yearning for meat, everyone was very happy when Mrs. Yue ran out of King Zheng at night. In order to express his excitement, Xiao Huang, who was so hungry and thin, still hit the ground several times, but he rolled too hard and couldn't get up for a long time.

I patted Jun Wei on the shoulder: "Go and help your son up." Jun Wei said angrily: "Who gave birth to help." I said, "Didn't you and Bailizhen give birth?" Jun Wei turned his head. Look at me deeply: "Go and die."

At the middle of the moon, Jun Wei and I agreed to split the troops. He took Xiao Huang and fled eastward, and I fled westward. Finally, we met in the north.

This means that we must formulate the escape route into an isosceles triangle, and finally reconcile on its vertical bisecting line. Jun Wei did not learn mathematics well. I can already imagine that this plan must end in failure. In the end, he unfortunately lost his way. He was then sold to Goulan Yard by human traffickers, where Israel served for life, and if he was lucky, he was redeemed by the local magistrate to be a concubine or something. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shiver, and I deeply felt that it was a wise move to hand Xiao Huang to him.

Assuming that in a crisis, at least Xiao Huang can work hard to protect him, otherwise it really cannot be reassuring. Although the original intention of formulating this escape plan was that Xiao Huang was too eye-catching, Zheng Pinghou must use it as a coordinate when tracking us. It is simply unlucky with whom...

We infer that Zheng Ping and Hou Rongxun must come after us, based on the fact that half an hour ago, we ended up with his favorite lady in the palace-the legendary Thirteen Moon, Mrs. Yue. What's more terrible is that before we escaped, we also walked along the whole set of gold jewelry that the lady had on her hairpin.

I've read a book before. It says that a woman who lives by fortune-telling has a peculiar illusion. There are many people in the world who have seen her, but no one remembers her appearance. The Thirteen Moon, Mrs. Yue, seen in the Zheng Palace, is like a woman walking out of that book, making people forget when they turn around.

We once studied it professionally, and felt that she would definitely not know how to occult, then this trait can only be related to appearance. It's not that she is not beautiful or dazzling, but that her eyebrows are too light, like the few strokes in the ink painting, without any sense of existence.

Thirteen months was a strange woman. She drank my blood and showed me her Huaxu tone, but she didn't tell me what she wanted. She just put a letter in my hand and whispered: "Master Jun said You can recreate the illusion of the past and fulfill my dreams. But in that illusion, I will no longer remember the things in reality. The troublesome girl weaves the past for me, and then gives this letter to me in the past." Even the voice is faint.

I weighed the fluttering envelope in my hand and asked her, "I don't need me to help you do something else? Do you know what price you have to pay for this business?"

She raised her eyes: "I can't ask for that price."

Everything went as she wished. Three days later, I played the Huaxu tune and handed the tightly sealed letter to Thirteen Moon in the fantasy world. Because I had never heard her story, it was very easy to go to her fantasy world. It’s hard to know what year and year. It’s just that she still frowns in the illusion, and judges that the past reappeared at this time is actually not very past because this business is strange inside and out, and the parties seem to Deliberately making it very mysterious, it easily aroused my heart of exploration. After the letter was delivered, I did not leave immediately, but lay on the beam in the thirteen month house and insisted on waiting for an ending, wanting to see What dream is she trying to realize? The advantage of this is that even though I am a dead person, I have a curiosity, and I am not without desires and desires, and I am still very pursued. The downside is that it looks like a pervert.

After lying on the beam for two days, I finally waited for an exciting scene.

Just as the morning light appeared, the snow and wind outside the window blew off the white pear petals, spreading a thin layer on the yard. The black-haired and purple-clothed man stepped into the thirteenth month's sleeping quarters with a chill. The man had a handsome face.

I held my breath for fear of being discovered. After holding it for a long time, I remembered that I didn't breathe at all, and I was completely dressed in pitch black. It was easy to merge with the dead objects like the beams of the house, so I didn't have to worry.

And when I was stunned, the man had sat in front of the mirror, and the bronze mirror reflected his black hair. He had a smile on his face and said: "I was not careful to be hung up by the pear tree in the courtyard. Tie me a tie."

Thirteen months paced slowly, and from my perspective, I could see that she was holding a half-length dagger in her hand, her expression on her face was fragmented, and her body trembling slightly. The man didn't notice, he reached out to the bronze mirror and took off the hair towel of the same color as his robe. But even if the man is not at all vigilant, in my imagination, at the level of the thirteenth month, it will be difficult to assassinate him. It is more likely that he will find and hold the knife when he shakes his hand. The man said, "You Want to kill me?" Shisanyue shook her head without saying a word, and the big teardrops came down the corner of her eyes, and the two of them cried. I was thinking about it. Suddenly, I heard the man hum. Dingqing saw that the knife had been pierced smoothly, and it was facing the heart, passing it from behind. It was really accurate and ruthless.

I guessed the result but missed the beginning. Thirteen Moon was indeed crying, but while crying, he held a dagger and plunged deeper into the man's vest.

The man lowered his head to see through the long dagger passing by his chest, and slowly raised his head. His expressionless side face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and red blood dripped down the corners of his lips. He turned his head and asked her: Why? "

She couldn't see her tearful eyes from that angle.

And she slid down the tall sandalwood chair, exhausting her strength like that thorn.

She buried her head in her arm and cried out: "My sister is dead. You killed her. No, and me. She was killed by us together. Obviously I should hate you, but why, why... …" She held his sleeve as if grabbing a straw, "Rong Xun, why do you want me to fall in love with you?"

I was so scared that I almost fell off the beam. Rong Xun, the king of Zheng, Zheng Pinghou.

Only then did I recall that the man's gestures were indeed the style of the royal family that I used to see.

A blast of cold wind blows into the carved window lattice, and a few cooked Xuans spread out on the table are lifted. Rong Xun seems to be unable to support his whole body, leaning into the large seat, but when he closes his eyes, he whispers: "Jin bird."

Shisan Yue's thin shoulders trembled, and suddenly burst into tears: "Rong Xun, we are sorry for her, I'm sorry Shisan Yue..." After shaking his hands, he pulled out the dagger that pierced his heart. It pierced into his own heart, the faint eyebrows were full of tears, but the tight lips were loosened. Sighed slightly.

The blood was over the heavy white clothes, and I covered my eyes.

I really didn't expect that the fulfillment dream that thirteen months requested would be like this.

Although I have never read the letter she gave me, I can already imagine the content of the letter. She understands everything, writes down everything she knows and gives it to herself in the illusion who does not know the truth. This letter is a letter she gave to herself Assassination warrant.

This shows that she wanted to commit suicide in the first place, but she didn't want to kill herself anymore. Before she died, she also wanted to back up her back, but she didn't really want him to back up, so she summoned me from a thousand miles away and dragged Rong Xun to die together in imagination.

She still loves her after all, wants to kill him, but is reluctant to kill him, so she has to kill him once in her imagination.

Such behavior is really incredible.

Until I walked out of the illusion of thirteen months, I was still pondering the reason for her choice of such destruction. After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with three possibilities. One is that her sister loves Rong Xun, and she also loves Rong Xun. Her sister felt that she could not compete with her, so she committed suicide. She felt sorry for her sister and invited Rong Xun to commit suicide. The other was her sister. She actually loved Rong Xun, but she fell in love with Rong Xun. Her sister felt that Rong Xun was not in competition, so she committed suicide. She still felt sorry for her sister, and the ending was the same. Third, when she was a child, her mother taught her that women should treat themselves better. When I accidentally listened to Cha, the woman was going to be cruel to herself, so in the end she was cruel to herself.

I told Jun Wei about these three inferences. He said that my logical reasoning ability had improved a lot, but there was one thing that I didn't quite understand why Rong Xun seemed so innocent in every kind of inference. I didn't bother to answer him. Gong Dou's text is a story about women and women. The man in this background is actually a prop. In order to save space, we generally don't do much description.

After that it was fleeing.

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Farewell to Jun Wei and Xiao Huang, it is a bit lonely to run away alone.

This is not the main thing. The most important thing is that Jun Wei forgot to divide Shun’s gold jewelry into half when he left, leaving me penniless. The only valuable thing in his hand was the jade finger that Mu Yan mortgaged to me. I put it on a red thread and hung it on the place closest to my chest. Maybe I won’t see it again in this life. And this is the only thing he gave me. I must cherish it. Even if someone takes a knife and intends to dismember me, I won’t Take it to the pawn.

I really miss him.

But is there any way.

The moon was shining in the sky, I put my fingertips into the neckline, patted it with my hand, thinking, what else can I do.

Fleeing along the established route of the isosceles triangle, ten days later, he arrived at the border of Chen Guo. In fact, I didn't know this was the route home at first, and finally returned to Bishan, which shows that it is destined in the dark. More than a month ago, I met Mu Yan again here.

After being bitten by a snake when I was fourteen years old, Master taught me the rule of survival in the wild, that is, never go out at night...

It was inevitable to go out at night because I didn't have the money to stay in the store. During the ten days of fleeing, I squatted on a tall tree every night to escape the sight of some lethal wild animals.

But tonight, I want to hurry, want to see the sea of ​​flowers on Bishan where Muyan reunites. Actually, this thing can be done tomorrow, but I just can’t wait for a moment when I get this idea, as if I’m going to see Muyan. Myself. Then I thought about it and felt that in case he was really waiting there, he was very happy immediately, and then I thought about it again, in case he was waiting for other girls, he was immediately very sad and angry, I really don’t know if he was there waiting for good or not Waiting well.

I struggled with this problem all the way. I was upset and worried. I didn't realize how dangerous the external environment was at this time. I suddenly heard an "Oh" behind me and was shocked. I was about to turn my head to observe what the situation was, but I was violently pulled, and my body fell backwards involuntarily. After I finished thinking, I had to wash this white skirt again, but my waist was stabilized by one hand at this time. Hold firmly.

I hit some hard object on my back, and I can't feel its temperature, but I know that it is a broad chest.

I froze for a moment, my throat tightened.

A familiar joke sounded on his forehead: "Would you not be careful when you walk the mountain road in the middle of the night?"

I opened my mouth several times, but I couldn't speak, Mu Yan, obviously I had said this name in my heart thousands of times. I was too anxious to cry, and for the first time in my life felt the sadness of not being able to do what I wanted. I want to say a good word that will impress him, but I can't even call his name.

He let go of the hand that was holding me, put me upright, and looked at me from top to bottom, with a smile in his eyes: "I haven't seen you in a month, but Miss Jun doesn't recognize me?" The smile was faint, about to scratch. My eyes, I feel happy. I want to make this happy longer, but I don't know what to say. After holding back for a long time, he said: "Twenty-five days." Then he said, "Afu."

In the moonlight, his eyebrows were still the same, he was wearing a black shirt and holding a soft sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was dyed with two drops of bright red, and the jade ornament on his waist glowed with soft blue light in the night.

I looked at him, this handsome son, he is my sweetheart.

I wanted to see him a moment ago, and I really saw him the next moment. I was very happy, but when I looked down and saw the embroidered shoes full of black mud and the skirt full of dust, I immediately wanted to pretend to be a stranger who didn’t know him. .

He raised his eyebrows: "Twenty-five days? Afu?"

I shrank my feet under the skirt and replied: "I mean, we are so familiar, you don’t need a girl to come to a girl. Just call me Afu. Also, we haven’t been apart for a month, we just separated. Twenty-five days." No one answered for a while, I quietly raised my head and glanced at him. I didn't see any special expression on him. I guessed that he probably didn't believe it. After thinking about it, I broke my fingers and calculated with him: "You are in early May. Ten days away, today the fifth day of June, you see, it really is 25 days..."

He interrupted me: "Afu."

what did I say?"

He smiled and said, "Didn't you let me call you by this name?"

Everything in the mountains is silent, only his voice, and occasionally I can hear the chirping of Xia Chong, which is ignored by me. I think my face must be red, but luckily there is a mask blocking it. But when I thought about it, I felt that this idea was wrong. If there was no mask, he might be able to make him guess what I was thinking. Although it is destined to have no results, if there is such an opportunity to let him know, maybe it will be good.

He looked down at me, as if waiting for my answer. I coughed and glanced back uncomfortably, just about to say "um". But this glance scared me almost to the ground.

On the endless black mountain road, a wolf corpse was lying obliquely behind me. The green eyes were wide open, and there was no brilliance, and blood was emerging from the neck.

Seeing my expression, Mu Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Don't you never notice a wolf behind you?"

I nodded and said that I did not find it, and my legs and feet trembled, and I couldn't move by myself. He pulled me away from the corpse of the wolf a little bit: "Then you didn't hear it screaming in your ear when I stabbed it with a sword?"

I imagined a wolf who followed me drooling for a long time. If I didn’t say anything, I would have fallen into the wolf’s belly and collapsed instantly. My eyes were red. I was afraid of saying: "Then I must have heard it loudly. I want to go back and see what is called..."

He patted me on the back: "Don't be afraid, I have already killed you, what are you afraid of?" After the filming, he frowned, "What about Brother Jun and the tiger you raised? Why didn't you follow you? , Telling you that a little girl is still dangling in this mountain so late?"

I wiped my eyes: "They eloped."

Mu Yan: "..."

This is how I met Mu Yan. Although my heart was full of romantic feelings, I actually understood that he appeared in this incomprehensible place at this incomprehensible moment. It is definitely not something that can be met by a thousand miles of fate. Good reasons to explain things.

I had many things to ask him, and when he leaned over to look at the wolf corpse, I made a draft in my heart. Just as he was about to speak, two or three nightbirds suddenly startled in the forest.

Seven men in black suddenly appeared before our eyes, as if they had drilled out of the ground.

I think this is really a repeat of history, and Daeqing is here to chase Mu Yan again, and is about to take a step back, take a step back, and take another step back. Before I successfully retreated behind Mu Yan, the people in black in front of me reached the ground with their swords and knelt in front of us on one knee: "It's too late to come down..." The voice is uniform, as if this line has been experienced. Many rehearsals, and complementing this, everyone has an expression of shame on their faces.

I gathered up my surprise and turned my head to look at Mu Yan. He had put away the soft sword in his hand, his face was faint, and he ignored the people in black and asked me, "Can you still walk?"

I looked at him blankly.

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