A two-seater carriage drove along the winding alleys of Chang'an City to the winding paths and secluded places, and the white horses were majestic and majestic, tall and handsome. The sun in the corner of the www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun pavilion jumps on the golden bell worn by the neck of the white horse. The coachman skillfully manipulated the reins, and his mouth kept changing all kinds of commands, no matter how he was in front of people, but as long as he sat firmly on the command platform of the carriage, he was a general commanding thousands of troops.

Occasionally, people pass by and consciously hide on the side of the street. People are not too surprised, after all, for the people of Chang'an, who are accustomed to seeing big scenes, although the carriage is magnificent, it is nothing more.

The heavy whip was drawn down to indicate that the carriage was about to stop, impartially, and the carriage stood in front of the door of the Fengya Building, and the few girls who were chatting at the door were really startled. The coachman jumped out of the carriage with great interest, and when he left the carriage in which he could give orders, he had to wait like a horse for his master.

The curtain on the carriage was lifted, and a woman wearing a yellow flower showed half a pretty face, she glanced at several women opposite with disdain, and hurriedly looked away as if she had seen a bunch of dirty things, and pressed the yellow flower on her head with her hand, Fang said: "Please help us pass it through, and the Jiangyang girl from the Jingge Workshop asks to see." Before he could finish speaking, he lowered the curtain and covered the other party's gaze in response.

Jinggefang and Fengyalou have always been rivals, and it was originally difficult to distinguish between them, but since Fengyalou has produced a brilliant Xuan, Fengyalou's limelight has overwhelmed Jinggefang. This Jiangyang girl is also one of the best singers in the song competition, and this visit with great fanfare is clearly to provoke.

Peng's mother is in a hurry to get into the house, and she really doesn't have time to deal with these jealous little things. She impatiently bowed her hand to a few girls and said, "Go, go back for me, I'm not feeling well today, see you another day." ”

A few girls got the order, twisted back to the door, and laughed at the carriage, seeing that the carriage never meant to start, a young girl, who was used to being spicy on weekdays, lifted the corner of her skirt, stepped into the carriage with one foot, and opened her mouth and shouted: "You are all deaf, don't go yet, don't see you today, don't hear me." ”

A calm and smug voice came from the carriage: "Yu Huang is here." Still won't welcome this girl in? ”

After hearing the reply, Peng's mother hurried to the gate without even having time to change her clothes, and at this moment, at the gate, there was a young girl in a yellow dress, leaning on the side of the carriage and looking at her with a smile. This woman's smile is sly, gentle and cold, it is the woman in yellow who is in cahoots with Shi Gongzi on the painting boat, and the figure with a head and face in the Jingge Workshop - Jiangyang.

The two greeted each other a few times, and Jiang Yang said in a tricky way: "It's really abrupt to come to the door today, mom is not weird, I specially sent Xuanyu back, after all, they are all prostitutes, and they should take care of each other, but Xuanyu was wronged." Yesterday I went to the Purple Spirit Temple outside the city to incense, who knew that a group of gangsters committed violence to a woman, I was so scared that I couldn't do it, and a few girls hid, and when they left, I had the courage to go up to see, I said in my heart, I shouldn't have taken care of this matter, but after all, it is a life, if there is still salvation, if I sit idly by, it is no different from the villain. Alas, it's really jealous and red-faced, and the creation makes people, but I didn't think that the woman was a fool, and my mother looked at it and saw if it was not? ”

The sisters in the car lifted the curtain, Peng's mother felt half cold, stretched out her head tremblingly and peeked in, and suddenly cried in distress: "My mother-in-law, Lao Tzu, can make me miserable, what kind of crime has our family made." ”

Peng's mother shouted, many people came in the middle of Fengya Building, and surrounded the gate, everyone saw Peng's mother crying miserably, and they all thought that Xuanyu was dead, and there were a few girls who got along with her very well on weekdays.

The unconscious Xuan was stimulated by the sudden stinging noise, and opened half of her eyes blankly, Peng's mother saw that she was still alive in the cry, and hurriedly collected the cry, and ordered her to be carefully carried back to the room from the carriage, and the moment she got off the car, her body jolted violently, and a sharp pain hit her chest, and she was half awake in pain.

Peng's mother ordered someone to go to the doctor again, but Jiang Yang stopped: "I have already invited the doctor, and I have also fed a lot of medicine, otherwise I wouldn't dare to send her like this." If the mother is not at ease, it is not too late to wait until she wakes up and ask someone to take a closer look. Recuperation is the only way to go. ”

The place where she lives is a separate and remote courtyard in the Fengya Building, and she is different from others, so she will not live with others, so the thieves can avoid everyone's eyes and ears, and the gods will take her away without knowing it.

Jiang Yang wanted to watch with his own eyes as he was sent into the room, a great and glorious ceremony, like the bloody and brutal sacrifices of ancient times. She knew it would be the last time she saw her.

She suddenly saw the moment the sharp knife was inserted into her heart, her shrunken face, spasmodic hands, and bright red blood flowed out of her chest, forming a scarlet carpet, achieving her own glorious path.

She is about to replace everything in her life, winning the fame she has longed for in her life, and the dream of countless men who voluntarily fall under her pomegranate skirt is about to rush towards her.

Jiang Yang said goodbye to Peng's mother's thousand thanks, with the terrible and cruel joy of not being able to be an outsider, she embarked on the way home, and before leaving, she also specially instructed everyone not to disturb Xuan, let her rest alone. When she wakes up, no matter which official yamen she goes to, she will definitely be there with the rumors, and she must seek justice for her good sister. Everyone praised after hearing this, although the Dudao Jiangyang girl is a woman, she is chivalrous and soft, comparable to a man.

It has indeed been a smash hit in the past two years, but when the water is full, it overflows, and when the wood is strong, she still understands the truth that the high place is not cold. In order to avoid becoming the target of public criticism, she did not put on a domineering posture, but was careful to be a person, and was kind to her, although she lived alone, she often invited some sisters to come and sit, and often gave the jewelry that the guests appreciated to others. After a long time, some people felt for her and were sincere; Some of them look at the face of some small favors on weekdays, and they have a lot of maintenance for her.

So more than a dozen sisters wanted to secretly go to visit Xuanhui behind Peng's mother's back.

The phoenix brain incense in the incense burner had long been extinguished, and the crystal bead curtain was like countless small eyes blinking with evil light, strangely peeking into the room as quiet as stagnant water, the wardrobe and wardrobe flashed a gap at the same time, and the cold light shot by the two pairs of killer eyes met in the air, and then the two of them jumped lightly, turned over and fell to the ground.

One cautiously touched the side of the bed, she seemed to have a premonition, her hands grabbed the placket, swaying her body from side to side uneasily, he pulled out a sharp knife and aimed it at her heart, the other person laughed lewdly, and blocked it, the man's hand was crooked, the tip of the knife was biased to the side of the bed, and he asked puzzledly: "What are you doing?" ”

The other laughed twice and said, "I'm going to die anyway, it's better to cheapen our brothers." ”

The man nodded and smiled knowingly, "Then what are you waiting for?" ”

"Wait, I want this, how about leaving the woman I killed later?"

"Okay, okay, then you hurry up." As he spoke, he pinned the sharp knife back to his waist and went to drink tea leisurely.

She felt as if someone was pulling at her clothes roughly, and soon her entire shoulder was exposed to the killer's eyes, and his snow-white arms aroused his deeper desire, and he began to tear at her long skirt.

The piercing voice sounded like a heart-rending cry to her, and the image of humiliation in the painting boat ran over her mind, and the pain of fantasy drove her to wave her hands and hit the killer in the head. The killer grinned in pain, holding his head in his hands and stopped moving.

The moment the picture froze, she suddenly woke up and screamed. But he saw two strange men sitting in his room, and he was disheveled.

Reality overlapped with illusion, and she instinctively sat up with all her might, ignoring many cries for help. The two killers thought that this matter would be completely hidden, but they didn't expect that she would suddenly wake up in a coma, which caught them off guard.

After a short period of confusion, the person sitting at the table put down the teacup, stood up suddenly, and shouted to the person sitting on the bed: "She's awake, do it quickly." ”

The man was also panicked, and he couldn't pull out the knife pinned to his waist in an instant, so he jumped out of bed while he was panicking, and ran straight to the door regardless of his own hair and body, half-naked.

She ran to the door and pulled the latch, and the other grabbed her from behind with a sharp knife in his hand, and the sharp tip of the knife was handed straight in front of her. The latch slammed to the floor, and the door was pulled open a crack.

She screamed for help and struggled desperately, slapping and hitting the man, and he had to pull out his other hand to cover her mouth.

At the moment of life and death, a group of women's uneven screams suddenly sounded at the door, and the two killers were taken aback, looking up, their feet were weak, and their hearts were supposed to be sneaky and unsightly for a living, but now they were exposed to everyone's eyes.

The two regretted that they shouldn't have been entangled with Xuan, and they didn't pay attention to their precautions.

More than a dozen women from the green building broke into the room. They are all good sisters on weekdays, so they made an appointment to come to visit, but halfway through, they heard her fierce cries for help and the sound of tearing with people, everyone didn't know what was going on, and they hurried up, and the door happened to be opened by her, and they rushed in.

The room exploded in chaos, and more than a dozen women shouted, fled, ran, and screamed in panic one after another, deafening. The two killers were frightened and lost their minds, and the knives stopped in front of Xuan's chest.

She seized the opportunity and slammed her body backwards, the knife cut a long bloody cut in her arm, and the person holding her was knocked into the wrong step, and with a loose hand, she finally managed to escape from the demon's arms. She frantically squeezed through the crowd and stumbled out.

The loud commotion alarmed the people in this elegant building, and the guests and ** poked their heads out of the room to see what was going on.

She couldn't hear her sisters' cries, Peng's mother's obstruction, the whispers of the guests, but she could only hear the lifeless cry of "run" from the bottom of her heart, and she was like a trapped beast rushing headlessly in a trap designed by a hunter.

There is an end to the road, just as life will end. For Xuan, her life is like a road running under her feet, which has never changed because of her efforts. She degenerated from a young lady of an official eunuch family to a person in Zhangtaizhong, and a woman with a similar fate to her either fell willingly, dedicated herself to please, or committed suicide with hatred, and died with hatred. But she was naïve and frivolous, but she wanted to fight with the sky and get out of her own way.

She practiced her skills hard, cultivated both virtue and art, swallowed her anger, and was innocent, only hoping that one day she could have a place in Chang'an, and then find a proud family, regardless of her background, let alone her reputation, her naïve idea of trying to get rid of the shameful identity of an official prostitute is just wishful thinking, even if she only does it for one day, she can only be manipulated and played with by others all her life, and it is better to mourn than to die.

Since life is already so hopeless, it is better to simply die, even if she can make the decision as she wants in this life, at least it will not be in vain.