Today is the twenty-ninth day of May, Er Niang got up early in the morning, she stayed on embroidered shoes, stepped on the heels of the shoes in the room and walked in circles without a head, and then sat in front of the mirror and casually put on a bun and took a photo of the temples.

The person in the mirror is eighteen or nineteen years old, with willow eyebrows and peach blossom eyes. She picked a little rouge and dotted her upper lip, and her small mouth turned over and suddenly turned red bewitchingly.

Er Niang rubbed the rouge that remained on her fingertips on her skirt, and got up to pick up Tongsheng hanging by the door.

There is a book on Tongsheng: Everything is suitable today, and you don't avoid jealousy. Er Niang squinted and looked at it for a long time, then raised her hand and slowly tore off the page, tearing it into crumbs bit by bit, and scattering it out of the window.

After a few days of rainy season, the entire Yunhaizhou was wet, and the hot air was like water-soaked rice paper sticking to the mouth and nose. Er Niang felt bored, so she sat down with her back against the window frame, and rested on the window lattice with one leg at will. She glanced at the ground, and the shredded yellow paper that had been scattered had been trampled into mud and dirty on the ground.

"Ouch, I'm really blind, how did I pick this place to open a shop, every day the door is full of white pork, smelly and worthless!"

The proprietress of the tofu workshop opposite is tending to the open space in front of the shop, and the broom in her hand is neatly sweeping away the floating yellow paper. She was afraid that others would not understand, so she rolled her eyes at the window on the third floor where Er Niang lived. Her husband squatted by the door, only promised, and his wife scolded, but he didn't dare to persuade him, and his two eyes stole at Erniang, hungry and full.

Er Niang saw it, and deliberately raised the crimson skirt, there was no shirt under the skirt, only a slippery white leg. The owner of the tofu shop was dumbfounded, his neck was getting longer and longer, and he couldn't wait to get under this skirt. Finally, when his wife saw it, she was so angry that her eyes and nose were crooked, she lifted her sleeves two or three times, stretched out her round arms and grabbed his ears fiercely and dragged him into the shop.

"You lard-blinded pervert, make an embryo!"

There was a roar and screams from the Hedong lion in the shop, and Er Niang listened to the laughter and trembled and was out of breath.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~" There was a knock on the door. Er Niang smiled and said softly: "Come in." ”

After a while, a small head squeezed into the crack of the door, and asked timidly, "Can the girl prepare to wash up and eat?" ”

"No need, bring the cigarette stick first."

Er Niang coldly called the little maid, and when the maid heard it, she immediately picked up the bamboo cigarette stick in front of the makeup, filled it with tobacco neatly, and offered it respectfully.

"Girl, do you want me to order it for you?"

"Let's go." Er Niang is still cold.

The maid said yes to her head, then obediently retreated, and when she arrived at the door, Er Niang suddenly stopped her.

"Take some silver out of the box, and I will give you as much as I can."

The maid was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and did not dare to move. Er Niang glared and ordered her to take it quickly, so she opened the treasure box and carefully picked out some broken silver and put it in her arms.

"Thank you, girl." The maid whispered thanks, and after speaking, she seemed to see a cat's mouse, and slipped away in a hurry.

Everyone knows that Er Niang in Hualou has a bad temper, and no one dares to provoke her.

After the maid closed the door, Er Niang picked up the slender cigarette stick with three fingers, folded the fire and ignited the tobacco, she lightly took the flat jasper cigarette holder, inhaled and exhaled, and then inhaled and exhaled, and the curling white smoke rose from the pipe, diffusing a slightly choking ** strange smell.

People who dislike this strange smell don't know how good it is, and they used to dislike it, and they can't leave after smoking for a long time, and they always have to smoke a cigarette every morning, sitting on the window while smoking, and condescendingly looking at the crowd shuttling back and forth, like an emperor above 10,000 people.

Er Niang's smoking rod looks very charming, and her peach blossom eyes are like cat pupils, squinting comfortably. The men who passed by under the flower building couldn't help but pay attention, especially the sailors and boatmen who had been floating on the sea for a long time and hadn't touched a woman for a long time.

There was a young boatman who was stunned, standing under the flower building for a long time without moving, Er Niang smiled at him, he suddenly blushed, wanted to leave but was reluctant to move his feet, look at the signboard of the flower building, and prepare to go in.

"Why are you standing stupidly, don't you hurry up, he's Mo Ye's woman, you can't move!"

When the young boatman heard his companion say this, he immediately left, and took a big stride almost without hesitation, without glancing at Er Niang again.

Hey, it's all a bad seed!

Er Niang spat disdainfully, looking down on this group of men with tough appearances but no hard bones.

After a while, the streets and alleys in front of them became lively, and pedestrians turned back, and then leaned in to make way in both directions.

A man rode a tall horse from the center of the road, and everyone who saw him bowed his head respectfully and shouted, "Mo Ye Wanfu." ”

Er Niang hooked her lips and smiled, looking at the man on horseback, he looked like he was only in his twenties, but his demeanor was old and serious, he liked to wear ink robes, the green silk high bundle was buckled with black jade, and a slender cigarette stick was inserted in his waist, which was exactly the same as the one in Er Niang's hand.

Mo Hua reined in the flower building, and then looked up at the window, where Er Niang was sitting, the colored twig pattern skirt hanging on her body at will, intentionally or unintentionally revealing half of her fragrant shoulders. Her eyes slanted, smiling rather than smiling, and she hooked her finger at him lightly.

Mo Hua dismounted, stuffed the reins into the hands of his entourage, he had not yet entered the flower building, the old bustard led the flower tower up and down waiting at the door, he stepped into the threshold, and the people behind the door said in unison: "Mo Ye Wanfu." ”

Mo Hua couldn't hear it, and stepped up the wooden ladder in two or three steps and went straight to the third floor. When she got to Er's room, she was still sitting at the window. The light was bright outside, and from the inside of the room, she looked like a pretty silhouette, hidden in the dark, and the smile on her face was dim.

Mo Hua put away her impatient demeanor, walked over slowly, and then took the cigarette stick in her hand, and said with a smile: "Why are you sitting here again?" Not afraid of falling? ”

Er Niang looked up at him. On that warm face as jade hung his usual smile, this smile seemed faint, scattered with the wind, but it seemed to be integrated into his bones, as soon as his name was mentioned, he would think of this mysterious smile.

"I'm waiting for you." Er Niang lifted her snow-white legs and stepped on his heart in waves. He reached out and grabbed her waist, for fear that she would accidentally fall. The third floor is not high, but it also fell to death.

"When I wear too little, I will be seen by others."

Mo Hua laughed, a pair of phoenix eyes bent up, like a naughty boy.

His eyes were distinctive, like an undimmed sky, dark and blue. Some people once said that he was not Han and was a mongrel dog, but it turned out that his person was missing at sea, and his life and death were unknown.

Mo Hua is indeed not a pure Han man, his eyebrows and eyes are deep, the bridge of his nose is straight, he is more handsome than most people in Yunhaizhou, he doesn't care about his bloodline, he just doesn't like the word "mongrel dog".

Mo Hua doesn't like a lot of things, and the "things" he doesn't like will always disappear inexplicably, just like the sand on the beach, slowly and quietly carried away by the waves at low tide, it seems that it has not changed, in fact, some things have long disappeared.

Mo Hua only liked the only one, and at this time she was half-leaning in his arms, her arms around his neck, and her eyebrows curled and smiled. Mo Hua stretched out his hand and pulled down the Hunan curtain, and the room instantly dimmed, they were like being locked in a cage that was impermeable, and they could do anything boldly.

Mo Hua was so thirsty and hungry that he rudely ripped Er Niang's clothes and threw them on the ground with her breasts, then lifted her legs and pushed her against the wardrobe door. The pattern on the cabinet door is a vine, and she is like an extension of this vine, coquettish, and entangles him tightly.

His breath was so hot that he became a wild horse, and the whole building creaked. Er Niang was hurt by him, biting her lower lip and snorting, the bright red rouge stained the snow-white teeth mottled.

He was her first man, and one night three years ago, he opened her buds, and since then she has been his exclusive possession.

In order to be his exclusive possession, she had spent three years learning how to play with style before that night. The old bustard who accepted Er Niang said that she had good eyes, and she was full of charm between looking forward to it, and with a little adjustment/training, she could make a hungry man pay for the silver obediently.

The people who came and went on Yunhai Continent were hungry and thirsty, like wolves and tigers. They don't need piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as long as the prostitutes are soft and coquettish enough.

Er Niang doesn't look down on those rough people, and when she enters the flower building, she has only one purpose - Mohua.

A few years ago, Er Niang met Mo Hua, when he was not called Mo Ye, everyone called him Mo Shao. Mo Shao is very powerful, and he only fights the world with an old ship in the infinite sea where the heroes are competing for deer. At that time, the famous Wei Qianzong accepted him as his adopted son, and it was at that time that Er Niang met him at the banquet, and she was not called Er Niang at that time, her name was Wei Jiang, and she was Wei Qianzong's second girl, only twelve years old.

Now that the Wei family has disappeared, Wei Jiang has changed her name to Er Niang, hundreds of people and more than a dozen big ships of the Wei family were destroyed overnight, and only she and Mo Hua survived.

The government used the Qing pirates as the reason to kill the Wei family, and the official notice is still offering a reward for a few fish that slipped through the net, but Mo Hua, who can be the son of Wei Qian, was not only unharmed, but also took over the Wei family's original territory and dominated the entire Wuji Sea.

Er Niang thought: He was the one who killed her whole family behind the scenes.

Back then, Er Niang escaped the catastrophe, and the reason why she was not recognized was because she had been sick for a long time and few people had seen her. After surviving, she was bent on revenge, and she did not hesitate to give up her life to exchange for a good body, she gave herself six years, and now the six-year period is about to expire. In these last days, she still can't escape the stormy love.

Later, Mo Hua hugged her, panting in her ear, beads of sweat running along his collarbone, flowing over his strong pectoral muscles, and finally gathering on his flat lower abdomen. Mo Hua picked up the clothes on the ground to wipe off the sweat, and then walked to the side of the desk naked, picked up the teapot and poured a few sips into his mouth.

Er Niang bent down to pick up her clothes, dressed neatly one by one, and then opened the Hunan curtain to let the sea breeze blow in. The wind was slightly damp, and it also carried the salty smell of the sea, and after the blow, the body became more and more sticky, and Er Niang's smile became sweet and greasy, and it was a little terrifying.

Er Niang took a clean robe from the cabinet and put it on for Mo Hua, then picked up the cigarette stick he threw on the ground and added tobacco to it. This tobacco has been mixed with poison, and a few puffs can kill him, and she has waited six years to add this thing to him.

Those who know Mohua well know that he is cautious and never lets people touch his objects, especially cigarette sticks. At first, Mo Hua didn't trust her, and he wouldn't even let her touch the tea, but in the next few years, he gradually relaxed, so that she could get close to his surroundings and even fill him with cigarettes.

Er Niang looked calm when she lit the cigarette, as if she was doing a very ordinary thing, and Mo Hua also smoked the cigarette stick very normally, watching the tobacco in the pipe flicker red and dim.

Er Niang asked, "How long are you going to stay this time?" ”

"Stay until the beginning of spring next year. I thought about it a few days ago, and I don't feel at ease about leaving you on the island, so let's get married while I'm here. ”

Mo Hua took a puff of his cigarette, and the white smoke billowed from his lips. Er Niang was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect him to say this, even if it was a marriage proposal, this light remark seemed too child's play.

"Are you kidding? A few years ago, you also said that you would not marry in this life. ”

"Oh, is it? I don't remember, but now I regret it, okay? ”

Mo Hua smiled and took another puff of his cigarette.

Er Niang's heartstrings trembled slightly, and somehow, there was a sour taste.

"No, a gentleman's word, the horse is hard to chase."

"Do you think I'm like a gentleman?"

Mo Hua took the third puff and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke. The smoke was like a white pillar of paste, scattered on Er Niang's cheeks.

"You're a vile villain." Er Niang said.

"Despicable? Tell me where I'm despicable. ”

Mo Hua laughed, laughing and laughing like an itchy throat, and coughed lightly.

Er Niang calculated that it was almost time, and she didn't have to worry about it, so she sat on his lap, hooked his neck sleepily, stretched her head, and rubbed her lips against his ear.

"A few years ago, you recognized Wei Qian as your godfather, developed his subordinate forces, and then turned against him, secretly colluded with the government, and destroyed his entire clan in Wujihai, and then you dominated the territory of the Wei family, and successively killed several sea tyrants, and sat on the first place in Wujihai, how many despicable things do you say you did in the middle?"

Mo Hua looked at her eyes and smiled silently, and after a while, he stuck in his throat and coughed, beads of sweat broke out as he coughed, and his face seemed to have been drained of blood and turned pale.

A trace of bright red overflowed the corners of his lips, and when Er Niang saw the red, she stretched out her index finger and dipped it on her lips, smeared it on her lips like rouge, and then pursed her lips. The gore melted on the tip of the tongue, and there was a strong taste of revenge.

"Okay, I admit I'm mean."

Mo Hua spoke in a hoarse voice, with a faint smile still hanging on his pale face. He folded his arms, took her in his arms, and kissed her cheek.

"Since I'm despicable, I used to say that if I don't marry, I won't count. Would you like to...... Would you like to ...... Marry me? ”

His speech began to be staccato, and his breath became disordered and heavy. Er Niang leaned on his arms and laughed, as if she had heard a very funny joke, and she leaned forward and backward with laughter, laughing to tears.

"How could I marry someone who killed my whole people? If it were you, would you? ”

This rhetorical question is like a final move in chess, which directly checkmates him. He pulled the corners of his lower lip helplessly, and said with a faint breath: "If I say that I didn't do it, do you believe it?" ”

No? Er Niang looked at him: "Don't believe it! ”

Mo Hua, known as the fox on the sea, is known for his cunning, and he is still good at deception when he dies, just as he deceived Wei Qian's trust at the beginning.

Finally, the poison attacked! Mo Hua couldn't hold back the cramping pain in his abdomen anymore, bent down and pushed Er Niang away, and fell to the ground.

Er Niang looked at him condescendingly, raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly. "There is no solution to the poison of the broken intestine flower."

Mo Hua curled up on the ground, gasping for pain. Er Niang looked indifferently, without sadness or joy, and even the excitement when she met him again was gone. Her heart has been worn out by the years, and she has long since become a walking corpse.

Mo Hua refused to take his last breath for a long time, he struggled to raise his eyes to look at her, squeezing out a little warm smile, there was no hatred or resentment in the smile, just a very simple smile.

The movement was too loud, alarming Mo Hua's subordinates, and the sound of hasty and messy footsteps turned from far to near, and turned into a knocking sound in front of Er Niang's door.

"Mo Ye, are you okay, Mo Ye!"

Mo Hua wanted to say that it was okay, but his lips couldn't move.

"Quick! Hurry up and get in! Something happened! ”

In the midst of the noise and panic, the door was slammed open. The scene in the house fell into the eyes of everyone, and it was clear to the world.

Er Niang knew that she was dead, but she didn't want to die with him, before they rushed over, she turned around and walked to the window, jumped down without hesitation, and in an instant, she heard someone behind her scream: "Ah Jiang!! ”

The third floor is not high, but it also fell to death. Er Niang turned her head to the ground and smashed a patch of red on the black and gray wet ground. The blood meandered quietly, spreading over a small piece of yellow and black paper, silently covering the translucent word "Yi" on the paper.

When she was dying, Er Niang heard the cry and saw countless pairs of feet approaching her, and then stopped at an appropriate distance, as if drawing a circle, surrounding her in the middle.

It's really bad to live in this life, the first thirteen years lived on the sickbed, and the last three years lived on the spring bed, if there is an afterlife, she really hopes to live a good life and love someone well......