Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

Brother Ying and I have the same minds, and naturally know that she is here, Mu Yan expressed understanding, just a little amazed at the magic of this dream.

Not long after, there was a kick of footsteps outside the house, and the wooden door creaked open. The man who came in was dressed in a black satin robe and had an ordinary face. He seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol and staggered.

Brother Ying, who was lazily leaning on the edge of the bed, removed the tuan fan, his dark eyes moved slightly upwards with the corners of his eyes. Only this one action revealed a thousand amorous feelings. He looked familiar with Fengyue, as if he was born in a flower house. .

The man squinted his eyes and caressed her thin white neck with a pair of well-maintained hands: "I heard that you are from Lou Guo? The woman in Lou Guo is naturally fat, so let me see today..." With a flick of her velvety quilt covering her belly, she leaned down rudely and bit her white shoulders: "See if you are also very skinny." The man's kiss was about to cover her face along the shoulders and neck. , But suddenly stood still.

I stared at the short knife inserted into the man's vest with admiration, and asked Mu Yan: "Did you see that Brother Ying drew the knife? What a quick action."

The man died on her like this, but she did not immediately pull out the murder weapon. She stared blankly at the top of the tent, without the sharpness of the murder. After a long time, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly cleaned up the scene. After the cleanup, she looked back and took a look. Fan still jumped out of the window along the original road.

Mu Yan couldn't say that she dragged me all the way to keep up, and found that she didn't escape from here, but just turned over and jumped into the downstairs wing.

Mu Yan chuckled in my ear: "Do you believe it, Rong Xun is in it?"

I thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, who would dare to suspect that the girl who was with Master Rong was a murderer? Even if someone suspects, Rong Xun will definitely help her testify. She has been talking to him about wine and poems. Where is the time to go out and commit crimes."

Mu Yan took my waist and leaped into the wing where Brother Ying had just entered, and said: "This is not a clever strategy, but it is safe to do with Rong Xun's identity. Girl Ying has done her first murder. Not bad."

As Mu Yan expected, Rong Xun was in the room as expected. On the round table inlaid with red sandalwood and marble, there are simply two plates of pastries, and a delicate silver cup in his hand. There is no half a drop of wine in it. The candlelight stretched his shadow long and cast it on the six screens with full moon and autumn lotus behind him. There was a violent wind outside the window, and the candlelight was dying out. After the wind, there was thunder and thunder, rumbling like a big gong from the sky.

I felt a little cold, and leaned towards Mu Yan, he glanced at me and pulled me closer to him.

Amidst a burst of lightning and thunder, Rong Xun slowly put down the silver cup in his hand, picked up the candlestick and walked around the screen to the bed. The dim yellow candlelight reflected the little Ying Ge curled up on the couch. She was trembling, but her eyes were wide open, her eyebrows were frowned, and a few deep red marks were bitten on her lips.

He put the candlestick aside and stretched out his slender fingers to wipe the corners of her eyes, as if to wipe away the tears that did not exist. She stared at him blankly: "I killed him." She raised her white right arm and placed it on it. He bent down on his left shoulder, "It's this hand."

A blast of thunder fell suddenly, and the rain pounded heavily on the roof of the corridor. She curled up and trembled. He frowned slightly, holding her hands and lying face to face beside her. The porcelain pillow was not spacious enough. He was almost close to her, Her crouched body opened and fished into her arms. Both of them are dressed in purple, like two purple butterflies hugging each other tightly. His lips pressed against her silky black hair: "You did a great job."

She shook her head and raised her eyes to look at him. For a moment, she said, "I used a short knife to cut through the heart. He didn't believe it at the moment of death. He stared at me fiercely, and his blood almost spurted out. Falling on my chest, I will never forget his expression for the rest of my life. His life is so humble. I feel afraid, I am afraid of being a killer, I am afraid of killing."

She said these weak words without any expression on her face, and her eyes kept widening.

The wax torch burned into tears and slid down the candlestick. Only the last piece of the candle wick was still struggling, emitting a very faint light. He stretched out his hand to touch her temples, half-sounding, and laughed softly: "I picked you up that year, you were so young, I asked if you want to follow me, you looked at me with **** and white eyes and nodded vigorously. It looks so cute. I thought you would be my perfect work."

He kissed her on the forehead, held her tighter in his arms, and pressed her to her ear, "Yue Niang, for me, be the Rong family's best killer."

The cold rain outside the window fell on the green bamboo in February, bit by bit knocked into my heart.

Since then, the dream has changed messy and quickly.

There is no warmth in the killer's world, only the shadows of the swords, blood stains, and the death struggle of life and death. I saw Brother Ying go further and further in this world, carrying her short knife, like a poppy flower gradually blooming, the petals are cold knife shadows, and her thick eyebrows are cold inch by inch in the blooming knife shadow stand up. These constantly changing sceneries are like broken mirrors, spreading in front of my eyes. I don't know where to hear various voices: "What is the origin of the purple-clothed girl who is always next to Master Tingwei? Tsk, that way. A beautiful face." "Oh, such a beautiful face, but I heard that the murderer does not blink. It is the first-class master of the Tingwei Mansion and the personal guard of the Tingwei."

Those broken mirrors gradually disappeared with the distant vocals, replaced by a high stage. The enchanting actors bend their entire bodies into the shape of orchids, and the corners of their eyes are raised little by little to create a charming atmosphere. It looks like this, softly sings the lyrics of Sichun in the playbook, and the seduce implied in his expression is all that is toward Rong Xun, who is lazily leaning against the railing on the high platform and listening to the play. The distance between the two of them said that they were not far away, or that they were close. When their eyes met, Rong Xun smiled vaguely.

At that moment, the woman in green clothes serving tea on the high platform suddenly pulled out a bright dagger from her sleeve. At the same time, Ying Ge's dagger had already swiftly bullied the green-clothed woman's face, and the slash from the center of his brow was as fast as a passing stream of light. The whole face of the beautiful woman was split into **** halves, and the blood spattered on Ying Ge's white cheeks, but she didn't even blink her eyes. There was already a scream in the stage, she didn't hear it, retracted the knife and wiped it on the purple sleeve, looked up at the thoughtful Rong Xun and smiled lightly: "Is it all right?"

He glanced at the terrifying woman lying on the ground with her eyes wide open, and frowned: "This knife is too harsh."

She squatted down earnestly to study the woman's cutting edge: "It's really not beautiful, and it's a little scary. I'll just cut off their necks later."

He handed her his hand, pulled her up, and said slowly: "I remember that after you killed someone for the first time, you hid in my arms with fear and hid all night."

She pursed the corners of her lips: "I will grow up after all." She leaned on the railing and looked at him seriously, "I will be the best killer of the Rong family." A red halo rose on her face, lining her whiteness. The face is amazing.

He did not look at her. Turning his head and looking out the window, there is a spring breeze from Takagi, flowers blooming on the street, and a group of egrets tweeting and flying into the distant blue sky.

Brother Ying could not be the best killer, just like Jun Wei could not be the best novelist, because they both had mixed thoughts. The best novelist should only write novels wholeheartedly, but Jun Wei has to be a swordsman while writing novels to comfort his father.

In the same way, the best assassin should only kill people wholeheartedly, but in addition to killing people, Ying Ge needs to be divided into falling in love with Rong Xun. A killer must not have love. If a killer has a lover, he is prone to the following dangers, such as "You, don't come over, I will kill him when you come over." "Well, I can't come, don't kill him." "You put down the weapon and squat over there with your head." "Okay, I put it down, ah, how can you, how can you use the throwing knife when I put down the weapon..." Then your assassin career is over.

For Rong Xun, Ying Ge made her heart so hard, but because it was for Rong Xun to kill, her heart would never be as hard as a good killer should.

In the early summer when Brother Ying was nineteen years old, her elderly grandma passed away due to illness, but because she was performing tasks outside, she couldn't even see her for the last time. When returning home, Rong Xun had accepted her helpless sister in the door.

auzw.com It was a cool summer, and the courtyard of Tingwei’s Mansion was full of hydrangea. Her younger sister was wearing a snow-white filial dress, her face was exactly the same, and she was standing in the white flowers. Holding a huge porcelain ashes bottle in his arms.

She hurried back. She was still in a flamboyant purple dress, with unwashed bloodstains. Once the wind passed, the smell of rouge was still bloody. The little sister pursed her lips and looked like she was fifteen-year-old weak and strong. She plunged into her arms and choked with sobs: "Grandma wants to see you, saying that she must see you for the last time before she is buried." The white bottle of pure porcelain, the palm of his hand trembled slightly, but there was no expression on his face, and he said, "Let grandma go all the way well."

Rong Xun walked over slowly, looking at Brother Ying hugging his sister, and whispered: "You are tired, go back to the room and rest first."

She was stunned, letting go of her sister, still touching the bottle with her fingers trembling, and he looked at her carefully: "Listen to them that you haven't closed your eyes for three days, and I will deal with your grandma's funeral."

Hua Biman glanced back at her sister inadvertently, then turned to say to her, "I always thought her name was Yan Wu, but I didn't expect it to be Jinque." Jinque with tears on his face raised his head and stared fiercely. He glanced at him, and two white butterflies flew between the hydrangeas under his feet. He caught her staring at him and was taken aback.

The two playful white butterflies among the flowers instantly burned into a cluster of blue smoke, and my heart was empty, and suddenly I had a bad feeling. Perhaps this scene is the knot of Nightmare staying in Yingge’s heart, and for me, the most dangerous moment Finally arrived.

In the Huaxu realm that I have woven, the place where happiness stops is sadness, hope is hopeless is despair, and everything is still logically clear from reality. But in the dreams of living people, everyone used extreme methods to resist the impotence of reality.

It's like I am fond of Mu Yan, but I can't get him, so I want to kill him and divide him into half of the shark beads so that we can live forever together, but this is a reckless crazy idea, as long as I have reason. Would never do this.

But I think this way every day, this event will inevitably be reflected in the dream, and then I become a murderer in the dream. This is the so-called extreme way of resisting reality; or I’m a little bit more cruel and feel that this fate is really bumpy It’s miserable. Heaven, earth, mountains and rivers should be buried with us. Then in my dreams, there will inevitably be a magical scene of landslides, seas and rocks, which is the so-called more extreme way of resisting reality... The reason why Master taught me not to enter other people’s dreams casually, if I entered that person’s dream, he was experiencing a magnitude eight earthquake in his dream, and suddenly a rock fell from the mountain and accidentally smashed it. Bian, I smashed the shark beads in my chest by the way, then I'm dead.

Living people’s dreams are nothing more than they do for themselves, but for me they are terrible. If I die in their dreams, then the real fun is over.

Brother Ying, who wants to destroy everything at this time in the dream, I don’t know what her hopes and despair are. I only know that she also chose the way of destroying everything by the landslide and the earth to end this dream, and I want to end this dream before she erupts. Lead her out quickly.

But obviously it was too late. The moment I let go of Mu Yan's hand and ran towards Ying Ge, there was nothing in the world. The huge openness suddenly flooded the white purple sun flower clusters, and thick ink clouds rolled over during the day. , An inch by inch was dyed with gray haze. This is a dream, the first moment is the blue sky and white sun, and the next moment it strikes the black that can't see the five fingers.

The shadow of Brother Ying disappeared in this ink-like dark color. I was at a loss. I didn't know where to run, but stopped, but my body was jerked back, a pair of blue sleeves wrapped around my neck. Mu Yan's breath sounded in his ears, with a deep anger: "Isn't it dangerous to run so fast?"

I held his sleeve and stretched my fingers forward desperately: "Hey, it's amazing, look, what is that?"

He paused, holding me to the white light that suddenly fainted in the deep mist, step by step. In this desert-like darkness, only the sound of his and my footsteps can be heard, as if stepping on the water, making a lingering sound.

The black mist spread out inch by inch, and a silver-white full moon appeared in the sky. In the cold moon and white light, a huge cherry tree swayed in the wind, and the red cherry blossoms were scattered in the air, like red snow.

A purple-clothed brother Ying held a pot of wine and sat lazily under the tree, raised his head slightly, and looked at the cold-faced white-clothed man standing in front of her. Mu Yan is already very handsome, and the man's beauty is no less than that of Mu Yan. He is covered with layers of cold moon silver and his complexion is particularly cold.

The cool breeze floated with the voice of March Cherry Blossoms and Ying Ge: "If your majesty's knife is faster than me, let alone this annoying court etiquette, even if I sleep together, I will listen to everything. Your Majesty..." She hadn't finished her words, a long and narrow knife shadow had been cut back into its sheath in an arc in the air. The man didn't even change his standing posture, but the loosely rolled hairband on her head broke. Opening, the ink-like green silk shaved her shoulders, and the cherry blossoms that were cut in half by a long knife in mid-air floated slowly on her chest.

She stared at him in a daze for a long time, and then laughed out loud: "The long knife at your waist was originally not worn for fashion?"

His ink-colored pupils reflected her amorous feelings, but there was no ripple at all. He walked two steps closer, leaned slightly and handed her his hand: "Madam just bet with Gu, and Gu won."

She stretched out her hand as if she was going to hold his hand, but suddenly clung to his shoulder, and took off his hairpin with a flick of her hand. She smiled faintly and clapped her hands: "This is fair."

While the cherry blossoms were flying, she swayed in front of her holding a hip flask, the smile on her face was half true and half fake. He walked behind her with a cold expression, looked at her seemingly inverted, and did not reach out to help. The thick clouds dispersed, and there was singing slowly behind the clouds: I sighed the past, but Qiufang could not be found in his dream, suddenly looking back for a thousand years...

Mu Yan asked me: "Do you want to keep up?"

I shook my head. This dream is no longer dangerous. Since the appearance of the white man, everything seems to be developing for the better. I asked Mu Yan, "Do you know who the one in white is?"

He paused and said, "The former monarch of Zheng State, Jing Hou Rongyuan, and Ping Hou Rongxun's uncle at the same age."

Before she took Brother Ying out, her dream ended peacefully on her own. It was really uncomfortable to be forced to be thrown out of other people’s dreams. This can be inferred from the appearance of Mu Yan frowning, I am actually nothing. Feeling, but in order not to make him doubt, he had to look uncomfortable.

After sending Mu Yan back to his room, Brother Ying completely woke up and looked at me vaguely: "You have a good way to untie the rope." I think it's really good. When I was young, I used to play games like this with Jun Wei, even if the five flowers were tied. Easy to untie, only hands and feet tied up.

I brought the lampstand closer and asked her: "What did you dream of?"

She frowned in a contemplative manner and smiled: "My husband." After a long time, she said again, "They said he was dead, but I don't believe it."

Yuebai Fengqing, she sat up from the bed, leaned her head on her bent right leg, again with a half-truth smile: "I still dreamed of many things in the past. Dreaming about it, I suddenly remembered what they said. My husband is dead, I just thought, if in this dream my husband has indeed left me, what do I want to do with this dream? It's better to destroy it."

She looked up at me, "Don't you think?"

I nodded and said, "Yes." I did think so in my heart. If Mu Yan leaves me one day, and if I have the power to destroy this world, then I will destroy it cleanly, but fortunately, it will eventually come. It will not be him who left me first, it will be me who left him first.

For the first time, I was so thankful that I was a dead person.

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