"Madame, what do you want to change?" Xiu Jin asked as she rummaged through the suitcases on the more than forty floors of the house.

Luo Xiyu sat in front of the dresser, holding a wooden comb in his hand, and thought about it when he heard the words; "That cloud smoke shirt with gold embroidered gold thread magnolia......"

Xiu Jin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Madam, what day is it today, and you want to wear this one?" "Now it's getting dark, and I heard that this piece was brought from the East Prison, and it is my wife's favorite one, and I don't wear it on weekdays.

Luo Xiyu smiled and put the old wooden comb that he had held for a long time back on the table: "It's nothing, I just want to wear it suddenly, take it." ”

Xiu Jin has served her for many years, naturally knows her temper, and she is not verbose, her hands and feet are very neat and she chooses clothes, a golden cloud smoke shirt, with a yellow ancient cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt underneath, and a cloud bun, and then put on a jade pearl hairpin with hollow orchids for Mrs.

There is no need to dress up more, at this time, the beauties in the copper realm have an outstanding demeanor like a fairy, and they are captivating the country and the city.

It is Xiu Jin, who is used to seeing his wife's stunning beauty, and he also feels amazing for a while, and secretly says that the older his wife is, the more immortal she is, and when she is not dressed simply, it is enough to make people feel dirty.

After getting dressed, Luo Xiyu stood up and asked casually: "What about the master?" ”

"In the afternoon, the lord asked people to prepare things, and tomorrow he said that he would go back to the East Prison with his wife, and then he has been drinking tea under the wild mulberry tree in the backyard." Xiu Jin has never been to the East Prison, this time I can go with the old lady once, I don't know how happy, I heard that there is so rich, living there for a while, plus Wuzhou followed up the slums, it is good to go to see for a long time, and while talking, he was smiling and thinking about the luggage he would bring tomorrow.

When Luo Xiyu heard this, he paused and nodded, "I know, you don't need to clean up here, you can get busy." After sending Xiujin away, she stood there for a while, hesitated again and again, gritted her teeth, took out a white long-necked bottle from the box on the side of the dresser, put the bottle on the tray, took a small plate of dim sum and put it on it, and then pulled the black hair on her cheeks and walked to the backyard.

In the porcelain bottle, it is the wine that Xu Sifeng's ancestors have handed down for 500 years, and what materials are used to brew it, I don't know, and the specific effect is not known.

The only thing that can be known is that this wine is non-toxic and harmless, and it needs to be drunk by people who love each other to have an effect, and what is the specific effect, whether there is really a trace of telepathy, or just a drunken hallucination, Xu Sifeng doesn't know, for fear of repeating the mistakes of his favorite concubine before, Xu Sifeng even warned again and again before leaving.

The concubine was dead, and no one knew what she felt or saw after drinking it.

Knowing that she shouldn't be so anxious to try it easily, but Luo Xiyu's heart was like a collapse, full of doubts and cracks, she stayed up all night, thinking again and again, in the end, she would rather take this unknown risk, but also try her best to find out the truth, and she didn't want to endure it for even one more day, otherwise Bei Bei would be in danger, Ge Lao would not be blind, and she would no longer have peace of mind.

Her face looked calm, and she even smiled and nodded with the old servant who was passing by, but her teeth were clenched tightly, and her teeth began to tremble, thinking that she might see the true face of the fetal poison again, and couldn't help but hold the medicine bottle hidden in her sleeve that Ge Lao gave her before she died, and she was ready for the worst in her heart.

Once, once everything is really as Ge Lao said, that person is no longer a holy lord, but a monster, then, she must be ruthless, kill him, protect his family, protect Beibei, and protect all the innocents who will die because of this monster in the future.

And most importantly, for the person she loves, revenge!

Even if she gives up her life, she will not hesitate to do so.

Her will has never been firmer, and there is a hint of sharpness and determination in her eyes.

This road is only three corners away, but in her steps, it seems to be stepping on a tightrope, and there is never a moment to reach the cliff.

The sky has already darkened, the full moon hangs in the treetops, the dew of the late autumn night has been heavy, a stunning beauty, walking slowly on the bluestone road, this should be a beautiful picture, but the beauty of the expression is indescribably cautious, every step is as if stepping on the heart of the person, a heavy one.

As soon as I entered the backyard, I saw a man in black holding a teacup silently in front of the stone table under the hundred-year-old wild mulberry tree that had not been dug up.

When he saw the other party's cold face, Luo Xiyu's heart jumped quickly, and only after looking away did he calm down, slightly restrained his expression, and replaced it with his usual gentleness, then took a deep breath and walked over gently.

"Jingji......" she said softly, putting down her plate.

As if his thoughts were interrupted, the Holy Lord raised his head and glanced at her, the coldness of these days, and today it is even more obvious, it is just a glance, but it is superfluous to even open his mouth, and there is no tea in his hand for a long time, but he put it to his mouth, as if he didn't know.

Didn't even look at her more.

Luo Xiyu's heart tingled slightly, she was dressed like this, but she couldn't attract the slightest attention from him, when did it be, it seemed that after Ge Lao's death, inadvertently, the person in front of her changed, no longer like what she thought he was, becoming more and more distant, more and more strange, could it be......

The slightest luck in her heart, at this moment, it was like shaking in the wind and rain, she felt uncomfortable, but she still cheered up, and said softly: "Jingjiao, Bao'er today a trustee brought a fine wine from Jingshi, it is said to be the best wine buried in the ground for 500 years, it is really rare, the moonlight is just right tonight, it is rare and interesting, I specially took it to taste with you." ”

I don't know if it was her words, or the five hundred years of fine wine seemed to attract the attention of the Holy Lord, his eyes fell on the Guanyin bottle in her hand, thinking of something, his eyes were faint, but the expression on his face was even more gloomy, he didn't speak, but the teacup in his hand was a meal, a moment, a faint glance at him, and then put it down.

Luo Xiyu stopped his slightly trembling hands, sank his heart, and slowly poured the mellow liquor in the Guanyin bottle into two thin porcelain cups with paper, how much can one or two wines be? In addition, it is as thick as honey, and it is only two and a half mouthfuls together, and at this time, these two mouthfuls are more than a thousand gold, and there are only these in the world, and there is nowhere to find them.

As soon as the stopper was opened, the wine overflowed with the fragrance under the tree, and after the Holy Lord recovered from his five senses, he did not know whether the five senses became sluggish, or his tolerance became stronger, and he could drink a little wine more or less, and this wine tasted good, and it was not half spicy, so it was suitable for him.

The Holy Lord usually doesn't see any precautions against Luo Xiyu's food on weekdays, but at this time, he didn't drink the wine, but instead played with the porcelain cup, looking at the viscous dew hanging on the wall inside, the cold light in his eyes flashed, and he looked at the wine and said lightly.

"Keiyu ......"

It felt familiar and unfamiliar, and her voice was cold and intimate, which made Luo Xiyu's hand tremble, she thought that he saw something, wanted a showdown, or completely tore his face, and his expression was uncontrollable and slightly nervous, she forced herself to calm down, but at this time, a gust of wind blew, and her forehead was confused.

When he looked up again, he just retracted his eyes, didn't see the disappointment in his eyes, and only said, "What are you doing standing?" Sit down. ”

But after sitting down, he did not move, but looked at the wine in silence.

At this time, the moontop treetops, the autumn breeze is slow, and there are only two people under the trees in the empty courtyard, holding wine glasses and talking to each other, it seems so cool and thin, as if the feeling between them has returned to the original point overnight.

Luo Xiyu felt that she had to say something to break this atmosphere, but what to say?

Her voice was a little hoarse, I don't know if it was because of nervousness, or if there was still hope.

Looking at his familiar demeanor, she still had nostalgic eyes, her eyes were a little hazy and said: "Jing Prison, time flies so fast, speaking of which, we have known each other for twenty years, everything that happened at the beginning, and Ge Lao, as if it was yesterday, you say, is it that the older a person gets, the more he will miss the old, and often think of what happened when we met, when you had fetal poison on your body, but you sacrificed yourself several times to save me."

I remember, at that time at the bottom of the cliff, in that cave, you talked to me, do you remember? You said it quietly, but I heard it, and that night, that ......"

Luo Xiyu breathed heavily, as if he was in a hurry to awaken his memory.

For women, the most touching love words in the world are actually not that I love you, but that they will always be by my side.

And that night, when she seemed to be asleep, she heard the Holy Lord put his chin against her heart, and said in a low voice, "You must always be by my side, and you must not break your word."

At that time, when she heard this, her sleepiness disappeared, and she was inexplicably moved, feeling that she was so worthy and happy to pay everything for him, and she lay quietly motionless for a long time that night.

For some reason, today, when she thinks of that sentence, she especially wants to hear it again.

As long as he repeats it again, what lovesick wine, what heart has a soul, what holy lord fetal poison, she can do it all, just live in the present, only cherish the present, don't think about the complicated future, and even don't care about tomorrow.

She thought so.

However, the more you expect something, the more it will backfire.

At this time, the Holy Lord did not feel her nostalgia and tenderness, as if she no longer had the affection at that time.

His voice was cold and isolated, and he was silent for a moment, and only said: "Which sentence, I forgot." ”

I forgot......

These three words hit her heart like a hammer, and for a moment all her expectations and hopes were shattered, her eyelashes trembled, her eyes drooped slightly, which seemed to contain water, and the fingers holding the cup trembled.

However, she soon relented again, she raised her gaze again, her face had regained her calm, and she even smiled gently at the Holy Lord, "It's okay, after all, it's been too long, and I don't remember it clearly, Holy Lord, let's drink the wine quickly, the aroma of the wine that has been opened is easy to disperse......" Luo Xiyu's whole person was like a detachment of behavior and thoughts, and he still smiled and persuaded.

After saying this, the corners of the Holy Lord's mouth moved, as if he was about to say something to her, but after seeing her smile, he stopped again.

His eyes looked at the woman opposite, this was the second time he looked at her this day, the first glance was cold, the second glance became serious, the fingers holding the cup began to tighten, the knuckles turned white, as if controlling the strength, or extreme disappointment and despair.

He kept staring at her, as if he was looking at her for the first time, and seemed to have just discovered her dress and beauty, and after a while, his face eased a little, and his fingers were stiff and loose.

He raised his glass to the gentle, but concealed woman who was smiling at him, and in the undisturbed night, his movements were stiff and strange, as if he were a parting toast.

Then he looked up at the mulberry tree, and the rising full moon on his head, and suddenly showed a bitter smile on his face, and he said: "The last thing I can do for you is to drink this glass of wine, don't wear this dress again in the future, I will be reluctant to go......"

After speaking, he took one last look at her, then raised his head and drank the wine.