Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love

But Gongyifei couldn't move her after all. I used to feel that Ying Ge was cold, but I had no knowledge. Compared with Qing Jiu Jiu, I am a little sorry to say that Yingge is rich in love. It must be love without boundaries.

This is a persistent girl, no one can stop her decision. I said earlier that if love and hate become faith, it loses its meaning. Faith is fascinating. Beware of the black flowers blooming in your heart. Those tangled flowers obstruct all the light. That is the end. Such people will destroy themselves. In the end, she ruined herself after all.

When I spotted the drug that was not prepared privately in accordance with Qing Jiujiu's instructions, I felt a little unwilling to look at it. After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that I should be strong.

The last moment Gong Yifei smiled softly at her, the next moment she was able to give him the drugged glass, coaxing him to drink one glass after another. About those sincere and gentle smiles are meaningless to her, just a tool of revenge, but I know what she will lose.

At dusk, the evening light shines back, and the water mist is floating in the four corners. Gong Yifei was already asleep on the rattan bed, with a handwritten "Eight Notes of Yunzhou" spread beside her face. The scraper on the waterwheel outside the pavilion snapped and snapped, and the painting that had disappeared for a long time did not walk around the rockery, and walked into the pavilion. He glanced at the sleeping Gong Yifei, and whispered in Qing Jiujiu's ear: "I have imitated the handwriting of that scene and left a note in Miss Shan's room. I guess she will come after half a scent of incense."

She nodded, reached out and picked up the "Eight Notes of Yunzhou", her finger inadvertently touched his pale lips, and the book fell to the ground with a snap.

Hua Wei called out softly, "Miss?"

She stared at her hand in a daze, got up in silence and walked out of the pavilion. After a while, she said lightly: "The second master and the two aunts of the third master's house, when did they invite them to drink tea and enjoy the moon?"

Hua Wei pursed her lips, and whispered softly: "Everything is according to the meaning of the lady. Both ladies took the post. Miss Xu went to the Chueyuemen to wait for them at the first time."

The Mercury falling from the eaves wetted half of her sleeves. She turned her head and looked at Gong Yifei, who was dressed in white on the vine bed, through the water curtain. Finally, she closed her eyes, and for a long time, she left a sentence and turned around: "This matter, It must be done well."

The painting did not live up to her expectations and did this very well and beautifully.

When Qing Jiujiu led the two aunts into the Ziyu Pavilion in the name of drinking tea and admiring the moon, a pair of men and women were faintly lying on each other in the hanging curtains at the corners.

The performance of the painting was as if Mu Yan personally passed it on, and Qifen was puzzled and three minutes were surprised to lift the curtain, and screamed, as if it really came from the heart. Qing Jiujiu hadn't moved half an inch, and the two aunts had already trot two steps excitedly to look forward.

Behind the raised veil curtain, the scene on the bed was horrible. Bo was scattered on the temples of Gongyi, half naked, and firmly attached to the chest of Gongyifei, who was in a messy clothes. His posture was as warm as just a good day. He closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be asleep.

I think this should be just a play, but it looks so real. It can be seen that the painting has done a lot of homework before. Otherwise, how can a girl of a yellow flower know that they want to take off their clothes instead of wearing more clothes? I didn't know this before I died, it was really hard for this woman.

With such a stimulus, it was already difficult for the two old ladies to stand, and the one who was about to faint should be Gong Yishan's mother. It may be that the small room is small, and there is really no extra maid to help him, so he can barely insist on not fainting.

Gong Yishan woke up in such a severe situation and screamed without any suspense before I covered my ears. She was squeezed to the corner of the bed while she was holding her, her eyes filled with confusion and panic.

Gong Yifei frowned slightly in this energetic scream, slowly opened her eyes, and sat up with her forehead. The last gleam of sunset light also came from the horizon. He raised his head slightly, his gaze swept across the corner of the bed, which was shaky and trembling with the quilt, swept across the two aunts with pale faces in front of the bed, swept across the condescending wine that looked at him. Jiu, bent his knees to make a thinking appearance, for a while, he suddenly chuckled: "The two aunts take Shanmei away first, and Afei will give you an explanation for today's matter." After the words, the smile was cold. Dark eyes fixed on his silent wife, "Let me talk to Jiujiu separately."

Before the painting lit a high candle on the stone table, Gong Yishan wrapped her clothes indiscriminately, and left Ziyu Pavilion with her third aunt choked and choked. Her mother’s face has always been ugly. In fact, they dreamed that their daughter would climb onto Gongyifei’s bed. Such a method was not unconsidered. Now the dream comes true. It was originally a happy event to sing and dance. I met, what a thick-skinned skin is needed to feel not ashamed? It can be seen that the world is not without shame, but unstable.

The light of the candle fainted this small pavilion into the pale golden color of a Buddha mulberry flower. Gong Yifei still maintained the appearance of sitting with knees bent. He had driven everyone away and left her alone, but he raised his cheek to watch the beating. The candlelight is like nothing to say.

Outside the pavilion, the sound of the waterwheel was slow, the roof of the eaves was gurgling, and the night wind was blowing, blowing away the mist at the corners. Qingjiujiu sat down in the mist that was blown away, and raised his hand to pour himself a cup of cold tea.

Fei, who was silent for a while, spoke abruptly, without even turning her eyes to her face, as if she was too lazy to take a look: "I thought it was up to now, you will never calculate me again. I treat you well, you will eventually return I saw it." Without waiting for her answer, she smiled thoughtfully, but there was no smile in her eyes, and looked at her coldly, "But for those who don't care, who will worry about what will happen to them? . You are never afraid to hurt me, are you alcohol?"

auzw.com The waterwheel squeaked and she stopped holding the cup. For a long time, she walked slowly to the rattan bed, leaned over and looked at him slightly, her voice was extremely cold: "You hate I broke your heart?"

The fine porcelain-like right hand was shallowly exposed from the sleeve of his shirt, stroking the loose placket, and pressed against his bare chest. "No one told you, Afei, everyone's heart is protected by yourself."

He was noncommittal, tilted his head slightly, and the two silently looked at each other, and no one backed down, just keeping that breathable distance. A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "You're right, wine and wine." His eyes moved to her moo, and to her hand on his chest, "Then this time, you arrange such a thing, yes What do you want from me?"

She let go and looked down: "We can't have children. Sooner or later the clan will ask you to take a concubine. You need a child."

He nodded clearly: "If I only have you as a wife, and you will have nothing to do in a year, maybe the clan elders will force me to divorce you. Everyone knows that the Gongyi family values ​​the children, even the Qing family, you If they are put back home for this reason, they have nothing to say. You think so, right?"

He sighed amusedly: "Do I need a child, or do you need me to have a child?"

She looked out of the pavilion in a blink of an eye, like a sculpture staring at a lake embankment: "So what is the difference? Either stop me at the beginning, or stay away from me. By now, everything is too late. Put Gongyishan into the room, even if her first child is not your blood, if you want it, you will naturally have your own offspring."

The ridicule on his lips seemed to recede, and his expression was terrifyingly cold. He was determined to look at her for a while: "You have never understood, what you want, I will always promise you, not you convinced me, but I want you to be satisfied."

He bowed his head to tidy up his clothes and picked up the "Eight Records of Yunzhou" that fell on the ground. "Even though your heart is made of stone, no matter what I do, you can't change your decision. But love this kind of thing, not saying If you give it, you can get it back. If you accept it, you can get it back. I will still promise you what you want, but from now on, wine and wine, don’t show up in front of me again."

Sitting aside, Qingjiujiu looked down and held the cup, and looked calm. When the water came to the lips, two drops were steadily spilled. The tea stains soaked on the lap of the clothes, like blurred tears, but in the end, he still had a cup. Drink up cold tea. At this point, the two of them are over.

Concubine admission is really an eternal problem for men. Jun Wei once made a hypothesis and found it difficult to imagine what would happen if a dynasty banned concubine by law in future generations. I think this is really nothing to say. The consequence is that everyone went to the brothel if nothing happened. This is actually a good thing. Maybe the society will be more beautiful and harmonious. At least there will be rare occurrences of things like the main house squatting for property, the main house poisoning the son of the side house, or the side house squeezing out the main house and righting. But the concubine Gong Yifei was indeed more unjustified. Maybe he was the only one in Quan Da Chao who was forced to accept a concubine. While he felt that he should sympathize with him, he didn't know what was going on and was a bit ambition.

After all, Gong Yishan is a lady who splits the family, even if she is married as a concubine, she is very pompous. The new concubine Ji, who had just entered the house, had to offer tea to the mistress. The red-dressed Gong Yishan raised her face as bright as a rose, and looked at the wine on the rosewood chair with her mouth slightly cocked: "Sister, Drink tea."

When the tea cup was handed up, it suddenly knocked over and broke to the ground with a snap, Qing Jiujiu’s hand stopped in mid-air. He had never lost a bit in front of others, but at this time he looked at his fingers in a daze, what Calmly Yingcun seemed to be completely thrown away, and Gong Yifei on the side coldly scanned the broken white porcelain, and stretched out his hand to lift the Gong Yi Shan.

I imagine whether Qing Jiujiu can regret it, but this imagination cannot be verified. When my consciousness goes further and further along her being sealed in memory, I am about to go to the second bridal chamber of Gongyifei’s life, but the courtyard is abruptly There was a burst of laughter.

Peeking into the memory of Mei with the pupil of illusion requires both parties to be in a very stable state of mind, that is; Yi can not be disturbed in any way, this haha ​​laughter shocked both of us. The worm shattered instantly, as if the image dropped into the water was disrupted by a stone, leaving sparkling ripples. The scenery in front of Xue became a little bit of light, and it seemed that Gong Yixun was about to wake up, and those memories could no longer be seen.

I opened my eyes and saw the white-clothed woman lying flat on the soft couch who had not yet woken up, angrily opening the Bi Shagui.

F far away, laughing and running in front of the young man could not stop his steps, and I saw the long and long body standing at the gate of the courtyard, has rushed to the throat of the curse and slipped down his stomach.

The young man in the white robe under the moonlight was handsome, standing under the crape myrtle tree that entered the door, and through the dim halo, Pa saw the dazed expression on his face. The branches of flowers and trees hovered around him, blooming on his head, his lips were smiling and he looked at me and stretched out his hand: "Afu."

After a long time no see, I opened my arms and ran across this long bluestone trail, just like running through this long period of separation, finally running to the destination, holding him tightly with tears in my eyes Tiger at the foot. Xiao Huang put his head in my shoulder and rubbed it, so I couldn't help but raise my neck. Seeing Jun Wei with a complicated expression, he asked him strangely: "What are you doing with your arms open?"

He paused, the corners of his mouth twitched: "It's nothing, the air on the banquet is too stuffy, I will come out to embrace nature."

I thought about it, and pointed out a place with a lot of green plants: "Then you might as well go there and hug, where the air is better."

Jun Wei glanced at me indifferently, clutching his chest, silently, slowly, turned and walked out of the courtyard...

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