Eating the piece of osmanthus cake that glowed red, the white-haired woman's eyes were hot, and she laughed again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It seems to be laughing at the stupid boy who robbed the bride at that time and didn't even know how to cover his face with a black cloth.

Or laughing at her stupid decision to cut off her hair and sever her father's father-son relationship and elope with a teenager.

The white-haired woman's hand picked up the third piece, and compared to the two in between, she was obviously a little impatient.

But the osmanthus cake that was put into the white-haired woman's mouth suddenly turned black, like a depressed black hole, as if it was about to absorb all the light around it, and even the faint candlelight was suppressed by that black and was about to be extinguished.

"Black?" Even Liu Suifeng felt a little more difficult to breathe, and his heart felt as if he was suddenly pressed by a stone.

But when everything was depressed by this piece of blackened osmanthus cake, the white-haired woman who ate it had a happy smile on her face.

It was a black world.

The sky was overcast, dark clouds were thick, and the wind accompanied by torrential rain pierced the white-haired woman and the man's humble hut.

In the dimly lit hut, the walls were black, the bedding was black, and even the face of the white-haired woman who was cooking on the fire and lowered her head to blow the wind into the stove.

But in this dimly lit little dark room, a young man was looking intently at the book in his hand by the faint candlelight.

The gray-haired woman with a gray face blowing under the stove also saved the little flame of hope to make ends meet.

In the storm of lightning and thunder, these two faint flames swaying from side to side seemed to be extinguished at any time, but they took care of each other, bringing a little warmth and hope to the two of them in that small thatched hut that leaked wind and rain.

Those days were also the hardest days in the life of a white-haired woman.

The white-haired woman who once vowed to be a female general and expand her territory, in order not to be distracted by Xianggong, read books and gain fame, put down her sword, began to wash and cook, and did those trivial things that originally seemed unproductive to her, and gradually left her great ambition as a child behind.

In order to save a little money, she made a penny in the vegetable market and did not bargain for an inch, and she gradually became marketable, and she no longer had the heroic spirit of the past.

Even on her forehead, she was worried about the wrinkles she shouldn't have because of the life she had never worried about.

But in that period of days that seemed pitiful and dejected in the eyes of others, the white-haired woman's bloodshot eyes were bright, and her somewhat emaciated face was always full of happiness like a spring breeze.

Put down the heavy sword in his hand, lift the light vegetable basket, accompany that man, listen to his shaking head and chanting poetry, watch his eyes staring at books and focusing eyes, occasionally happily bite his ears, roll the sheets, and live an ordinary life that is not so tall, looking forward to the day when that man can gain fame and improve his life.

Perhaps, this is the life she wants.

But she forgot that in this black world, the world is also black.

As early as that year, the white-haired woman cut her hair in front of everyone and cut off her parents' relationship with her general's father, and repented of her marriage in public, leaving the two generals without face.

Those two behemoths didn't plan to let these two go.

At that time, Emperor Hua Wen did not propose the "great revival of chivalrous ways", and the diners were far from taking shape.

The army, darts, as long as the two big families can step in, have already blocked the white-haired woman, making his martial arts useless.

Even, even the imperial examination system that changed the fate of the children of the poor family was secretly manipulated by them.

Therefore, this is also the reason why no matter how hard that man works and how talented he is, he can only be turned away and have no chance of fame.

The huge palms of the two great families named Quan Zheng had already firmly covered all the hopes of these two people like a huge pot lid.

Faced with the cruel reality of cold and darkness, the white-haired woman who stubbornly refused to admit defeat could only pick up a somewhat unfamiliar sword again, incarnated as a crow with black wings, and went to Chang'an with her husband to participate in the imperial examination fee in order to live, wandering on the edge of black.

The black market, the ring, the life and death situation, the frenzied screams, the life and death duel in the cage......

It was that bloody night, that cage of the jungle, that forged the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the white-haired woman now.

But it was also because of that night that the white-haired woman also wore the mask she is wearing now.

Even if half of her face was ruined and her clothes were stained with blood, she could make up enough money for that man to go to Chang'an to change her life, and the white-haired woman was willing at that time.

Because after the man saw the slightly terrifying face of the squad leader under the mask of the white-haired woman, he did not dislike her at all, but gently stroked her face, saying that she would always be the most beautiful.

But it was such a man who went to Chang'an to participate in the imperial examination and never came back.

The white-haired woman anxiously rushed to Chang'an, thinking that her father-in-law had an accident.

The result surprised her, her husband not only won the top prize, but also became a colt, with a great reputation and great scenery.

But when she found the man, there was a middle-aged woman with a tall toe and wearing gold and silver beside the man.

And the romantic man in her heart, who was originally familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and did not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, also became submissive, bowing his head and shrugging his shoulders, looking like a slave in front of the middle-aged woman.

As for her, the ugly woman who ruined half of her face, she probably forgot about it a long time ago.

……

"Are you okay?" Watching the white-haired woman eat the blackened osmanthus cake, her face was full of happiness, to the painful transformation of covering the half of the mask with one hand and covering the torn chest with the other, Liu Suifeng, who had not been disturbed, was also a little worried about the white-haired woman.

But the white-haired woman didn't answer Liu Suifeng, and quickly stretched out her hand and grabbed a piece of osmanthus cake.

This time, the white-haired woman's strong fingers penetrated directly into the osmanthus cake.

"Don't eat any more!" Liu Suifeng looked at the white-haired woman's uncomfortable appearance and grabbed the white-haired woman's hand.

"Get out!" the white-haired woman scolded, and with a direct shake of her hand, the strength in her hand flew out with the wind.

Regardless of whether Liu Suifeng was dead or alive, the white-haired woman, who was already a little crazy, swallowed the osmanthus cake that burst out with a dazzling purple light in one bite.

In that purple world, her blackened heart beat feverishly again, joined the passionate red, and embarked on the path of purple fanatical revenge.

Leaving behind the concern, the love between men and women, and hatred, it also made the white-haired woman's sword faster and more ruthless.

In short, during that period of time, the negative man decreased sharply, the funeral parlor was busy, and the rookie little eunuchs who participated in the selection of the East Factory also increased geometrically.

The society is unprecedentedly stable and prosperous, and the couple and young couple live happily and happily.

The old Wang next door who sleeps with other people's wives is no longer a trend, and it is the right way to spend money honestly to go to the Qinglou.

In short, on that stretch of revenge, the thrill of revenge made the white-haired woman look down on something, but at the same time lose something.

……

In the end, the white-haired woman ate the last piece of osmanthus cake that showed the moonlight.

It's just that after the previous series of surging emotional changes, Liu Suifeng only saw a trace of sluggish numbness on the white-haired woman's face.

This last piece of osmanthus cake did not change in color.

"It's cold..."

Eating the osmanthus cake with a faint moonlight, the white-haired woman whispered.

His hands also hugged him, and his body slowly trembled.

That ray of moonlight seemed to take her to the moon nine days away.

There, there is a fairy-like Guanghan Palace.

But when she pushed the door and walked in, she found that there was no Wu Gang who was cutting down trees, and there was no Jade Rabbit who was pounding medicine, there was a dead silence and nothing.

She stood alone in the Guanghan Palace, looking at the lively men and women in the world, with a little envy and loneliness.

But every time someone raised their heads curiously and looked at the distant Guanghan Palace where she was, she suddenly felt frightened for some reason, closed the curtains, closed the doors and windows, and turned everyone away.

I just feel that those who look up in the mortal world have bad intentions, and none of them are good people.

I'd rather endure the invincible cold in this lofty place alone in this lofty mansion than open my heart to these people who may have bad intentions.

"Sister, I know what you want to say, but although it is a little colder, it is better to let one person continue on this road than deception and betrayal. ”

"Hmm!"

But just when the white-haired woman made up her mind, a sudden warmth shook her a little.

It was a garment, a garment that suddenly fell over the white-haired woman.

Although the dress didn't look very expensive, and even looked a little tasteless, it was really warm.

The white-haired woman looked at Liu Suifeng, who had put on this dress for her, and didn't know what to say.

Liu Suifeng also scratched his head, "Uh, this, I just saw that you were shivering and looking cold, so I put it on for you, hey, hey, you don't think I'm ill-intentioned, yelling at every good thing in a man, and then cut me, right?"

I saw that the white-haired woman suddenly took a sword and swung it twice in front of Liu Suifeng, which directly frightened Liu Suifeng backwards and sat on the ground.

Looking at Liu Suifeng's funny appearance of falling to the ground with her bare upper body, the white-haired woman couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After that, she smoothly put away her sword and turned away, and secretly wrapped the clothes that Liu Suifeng had draped over her body a little tighter with both hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm just going to wear this one piece of clothing!" Liu Suifeng watched the white-haired woman turn over on her horse with her clothes draped, looking like she was about to leave, and hurriedly chased out, but she didn't want to go to the street naked.

After all, the lonely man and the widow disappeared for a while, and then came back naked, as if there was a bit of room for imagination.

But I saw the white-haired woman who got on the horse and looked back and smiled, "Don't forget that you still owe me two pieces of osmanthus cake! ”

After saying that, the white-haired woman pulled the reins and wanted to leave.

"Wait!"

But he was stopped by Liu Suifeng again.

"What's the matter?" the white-haired woman turned around.

"What's your name, I don't even know your name, how do you call me to find you!"

Hearing this, the white-haired woman was a little surprised, but she didn't expect her to say casually that Liu Suifeng really wanted to pay her back.

However, he still opened his mouth, "The clouds break through the moonrise - Cen Xiaolan, if you really don't want to owe me a favor, then work hard to qualify for the spring competition, and use your moans and begging for mercy to repay at that time!"

After that, as soon as Cen Xiaolan turned her head, she was about to leave.

"Wait!"

But he was stopped by Liu Suifeng again.

"What's wrong this time?" Cen Xiaolan, who turned around again, did not have impatience on her face, but looked at the man who stopped her with some expectation.

"I'm still a little curious, that man, what happened to him?"

Hearing Liu Suifeng's question, Cen Xiaolan was a little surprised, and she didn't know how Liu Suifeng knew what she was thinking.

But after thinking about it, it's not surprising, after all, she used to be a resentful woman who yelled all day long that men didn't have a good thing, and she was a normal person, and she could basically guess that she was betrayed and abandoned.

"Killed. ”

"Kill? I don't believe it. ”

"Don't believe it, why?" Cen Xiaolan suddenly felt something interesting when she heard Liu Suifeng's words.

"Because I've never seen anyone turn gray because of hatred, you didn't kill it, did you?"

"Maybe. Cen Xiaolan listened to Liu Suifeng's words, and only smiled, noncommittal.

In his eyes, there is also a little more undisguised appreciation.

After that, he slapped the horse's buttocks and walked away.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on with that man!"

Although this question will make Liu Suifeng unable to sleep tonight, looking at Cen Xiaolan's departing back, and the tone and demeanor of the previous conversation, he only feels as if he is a little more brisk.

Something seems to have been put down.