Xin Yi's hand ghost made the god reach out to the anthology, turning the pages one by one, counting one by one. www.biquge.info In this dim candlelight, her eyes were very astringent, but her entire upper body was still on the ground, just to see more clearly and not to drop a song.

One, two, three......

Ten, twenty, thirty......

One hundred and thirty-three, one hundred and thirty-four, one hundred and thirty-five.

The title page comes to an abrupt end.

The last page is the bottom skin of the collection wrapped in phoenix silk, which slips through Xin Yi's stiff fingertips by inertia. On the collection of texts, one volume is exhausted.

The total number of poems, no more, no less, one hundred and thirty-five.

Xin Yi only felt a devastating sorrow surging from the bottom of her heart, and its momentum seemed to swallow her to the point that there was nothing left of her bones. She was so frightened that she desperately suppressed a thought, and then she hurriedly opened the anthology again and counted.

One hundred and thirty-five songs again.

Xin Yi's fingertips trembled violently, and she stared at the phoenix for a moment. As if he was stunned, he opened the anthology for the third time and counted. The result was still one hundred and thirty-five.

Xin Yi only felt a buzzing in his ears, and his vision was not very clear. In the chaotic mind, there was only one thought left: count, count, count.

Three, four, five...... Xin Yi couldn't remember how many times he opened the anthology again, counted it again, and then got the number of one hundred and thirty-five again, and then opened the number again.

Her whole body trembled like a sieve, and her little face was pale in the dim candlelight, like a lonely soul crawling out of a tomb. The only thing that kept alive was her fingertips, the fingertips that kept turning the pages and counting.

Dozens of counts. The soft pages even cut Xin Yi's fingertips through the opening, and blood seeped out from the woman's ten fingers, staining her clothes red and the phoenix silk on the frontispiece.

Hundreds of counts. It wasn't until Xin Yi's arm was sore and embarrassed that she couldn't squeeze out any more strength to lift it up that she stopped in a daze, and her dull eyes didn't have any focus.

No matter how many times. One hundred and thirty-five. The anthology is right, Li Jingpei is right, Jiang Li is also right, and she is the only one who is wrong.

The poisonous snake behind the flower tent spit out the letter from the beginning, but she could only see the purple and red in front of her, and she was as happy as a fool.

Just like her previous life. Covered with a red hijab, he didn't see the bow and arrow outside the sedan car until he died, but it was too late.

"Childe, hello, good ......" Xin Yi swallowed his saliva fiercely, swallowed the sourness in his throat, and smiled stupidly, "If you enter the anthology from the day you dedicate it, you will count me as your pawn." But at that time, I was just the sixth girl of the Xin family, and I couldn't complain about you. You only need to explain a few words, even if you reveal a hint of meaning, where can I bear to blame you. ”

Xin Yi's smile became cooler, and a dark color of dead ash rose between his eyebrows. Her eyes were so hot, but she couldn't shed a single tear: "However, the son has already called Qingqing, and that day in the Reckless Temple, why did the son spit out the lotus flower and deliberately conceal it." This is a hundred times more ruthless than when you calculated that the anthology cost me my life. ”

It is not the initial calculation that annoys it, but the later deception. Xin Liu's life can be gambled on the chess game. Qingqing can't tolerate even a trace of hypocrisy, a word of falsehood.

Dedicated to the anthology, the chess game is treacherous, and maybe killed Miss Xin Liu once. In the Reckless Temple, what the gentleman said killed Qingqing thousands of times. Piercing the lungs and scraping the intestines and bones again and again, the pain was as if he was going crazy.

Xin Yi sat down on the ground dejectedly, chuckling for a while, twitching at the corners of her lips for a while, muttering a few words to herself, and the cold between her eyebrows reflected her pupils.

"Childe, worthy of being a chess child. Xin Yi let out a wrenched moan and laughed self-deprecatingly. She didn't know how to play chess since she was a child, so she got into trouble with the best chess player in the world.

The white-clothed chess gentleman has no last resort, he never loses chess. Maybe from the beginning, from the beginning of everything, the love of children is just his pawn, and Fengyue Linlang is just his calculation.

All of this is just a good game of chess. Put Xin Yi into a seamless chess. It also pushed Xin Yi to hell.

Xin Yiwu was spontaneously confused, but he didn't notice that the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a noble lady walked in and called softly: "Miss Xin, are you there?"

Xin Yi did not respond. The woman walked in with the candlestick herself, and the candle flame leaned in the direction of Xin Yi, and said with a smile: "This western tent is always dark and rumbling, and I don't know who it scares." I almost bumped into you...... Miss Xin?"

The noble lady approached the candlestick and saw Xin Yi's face clearly, but she was so frightened that she broke off her words.

The woman who sat on the ground dejectedly, her face was like gold paper, her teeth were clenched, and there was dense cold sweat on her forehead, and the green silk was messily stuck to it, and she looked more and more decayed and depressed. The most frightening thing is that her eyes are blank, straight like a puppet.

"What's the matter?" Oops...... the noble lady was so frightened that she stroked her chest, she subconsciously reached out and touched Xin Yi's forehead, and exclaimed, "It's so hot! ”

The noble lady was startled for a while, and Xin Yi's eyes moved, and she seemed to wake up: "What?"

"Miss Xin, you're sick. The burn was terrifying. I've brought some food, you eat something first, and I'll call Lang Zhong to come and show you later. The lady put the food box she was carrying on the ground, took out the brocade from her arms, and gently wiped away the cold sweat for Xin Yi.

The woman's movements were very natural, and she asked Xin Yi to eat something, and asked her where she was uncomfortable.

Xin Yi was stunned. Hitomi gradually cleared up, and then under the candlelight, he looked at the woman in front of him.

The woman was in her early forties, and there was not a single wrinkle on her well-maintained silver basin face. The body is thin, the face is demure, the gentle eyes are kind, the eyebrows are broken and the mountains are flat, the body is wearing a pearl-gray soft smoke Luo Guang sleeve skirt, and there is a string of eight treasures Bodhi strings on the chest, just like a woman who eats fasting and recites Buddha.

Xin Yi temporarily suppressed the matter of the anthology in her mind, and the woman who appeared inexplicably made her eyebrows cross a line of vigilance: "Ming'er is going to go into battle as a proton, and she also talks about eating and seeing diseases." Madame is an envoy of Hades, or is the Lu family who came to see the slave jokes. ”

The woman smiled softly, and she sat down in front of Xin Yi, as if she was talking for a long time: "Miss Xin." If Ming'er didn't go to the front line, but on the carriage back to Chang'an, then this dinner would be worth it, and the disease would have to be seen. ”

Xin Yi's eyes flashed: "What do you mean, madam?"

The woman's smile became more and more affectionate: "Miss Xin, I'm here to save you." I've taken four shadow guards back for now, but only for half an hour. You change into my handmaiden's clothes, and then go out with me......"

"What a lifesaver. The corners of Xin Yi's lips crossed with mockery, "Why do you want to save me? What good is it for you to save me? Saving people from the hands of the great general Lu Huan may also take his own life, how can there be such a fool in the world." Besides, the first time I met my wife, she bluntly came to save me, and this time I entered either a squiasel nest or a jackal ditch. ”

Xin Yi's tone was sharp and unrelenting. The shadow guards who can retreat from Lu Zhao's stay are at least the people of the Lu family. The talents of the Lu family caught themselves, and another person appeared to save themselves, which makes no sense.