In the five years of Qing Dyean and Emperor Shide, this powerful empire that dominated the world with Wuwu and Yiyang, its imperial capital, was still as bustling as before, and the people were full of voices.

At the beginning of spring in March, a fluttering carriage with heavy gold tassels creaked down the streets that had just been wet by the spring rain, the carriage moved slowly, and the horses with golden sideburns paced slowly, looking very leisurely, and a pair of full spiritual eyes stared ahead, provoking a few pedestrians to stop and watch.

A breeze tickled by, and the cloth in front of the carriage was blown for a while, and rolled up slightly. A few feet away, from the moment everyone only glanced into the car, a very thrilling purple appeared in their eyes, and as it disappeared quickly, it was deeply reflected in their minds.

The girl sits indoors, regardless of the elegance of the peerless, the elegance exuded by its body is extraordinary, there are bystanders who fall that glance is facing its eyes, and the shoulders can't help but tremble, and the heart can't help but sigh, what a unique gaze it is, the laziness and transparency of the clear are all shown at the bottom, what kind of people can raise it.

Spring is tickling, people outside the car are uneasy, and the people in the car have nothing to worry about.

After three years, this is the first time that Hua Wei has returned to the royal city since the fall of the Baili family.

This year's eaves is seventeen years old, and after three years, she still occupies the mortal body and the mortal life, only the name has changed.

She finally called back her name, the eaves, the killer eaves of the Wuyu Pavilion, and as for Baili Xun, it should have disappeared with the fire.

On that day, the demon girl Wucai twisted her small body all the way through the clouds, fell straight to the top of Shebo Mountain, and smashed the body of Gongzi Rong Yin, who was reclining on a bench and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Since then, those who have entered the Wuyu Pavilion have to change their faces and be new people. When rebuilding her identity, she didn't know where she got the courage, glared angrily at the owner of the world's number one killer organization, and kicked Rong Yin, just like the little demon in the mountains in the past, and said stubbornly:

"My name is Hua Eaves, and you will remember in the future, my name is Hua Eaves."

It's just that the name is changed and not changed, and I have personally experienced the growth and change of this Baili Xun's skeleton, and I have a strong sense of discomfort in the past, and after three years, I still have seven or eight points in my heart.

She wants to die and return to her hometown, but the demon girl Wucai appears by her side from time to time, and from time to time she comes with a faint sentence of "Don't worry, I'm still here" to swallow up all her breath of struggle.

Hua Wei didn't understand why the Zhenyi Demon wanted her to live, or let her live by the side of the former eldest brother's bad friend Rong Yin. She thought about it, but she didn't understand what the relationship between the two would be, and she didn't understand what her relationship with them was.

But as a mortal without helpers, although she is in the clouds, she can only obey her orders.

Live, once people die, there will always be a day when the soul returns to its hometown.

The carriage slowly drove forward, and Hua Wei sat in the car, vaguely glimpsing the paving and human figures on the streets of Wangcheng outside the car curtain, and after a moment of leisure, he couldn't help but sigh about his life like an ordinary person.

From time to time, a small stall selling tofu appears outside the car, and there are also roast chicken shops and roast duck shops, and a dazzling array of goods are displayed in every crowded area of Wangcheng. There are so few changes, as if they still existed in the past, and even she, a road idiot, can glimpse a lot of memories from them.

The memory was too strong, like a pot of cold liquor soaked in the snow.

She hadn't seen this city for three years, and she thought that she would never come to see it again after the tribulation, but now when she was still mortal, when she came back to see it, there was still a huge emptiness in her heart.

The signboard of Panchun Courtyard is still there, and the bustard that used to be thick and colorful. Mom was still standing at the entrance and ordering the girls to greet the guests who had entered, but the old age on her face was clearly revealed, and Mom's face was full of smiles, and the traces of time were still cruelly left.

Just as this day is still passing lightly, the pain of life and death is still faintly attacking.

A kind of pain as the daughter of the Baili family, the pain of being alone.

She remembered that it was written in a book she had read: gain, loss, and sorrow. Now she rarely reads scripts, and there are no scripts in the Wuyu Pavilion.

Passing by the shop selling birds, a burst of chirping sounded noisily, pulling the eaves back from reverie to reality, and there was a bit of clarity between the eyebrows.

Baili Chu, who was sitting next to him, glanced coldly at him: "If you are in the Wufu Pavilion, you must have the consciousness of killing, Baili Xun, you have been playing for three years, and it is time to do things for your son." ”

The eaves didn't bother to pay attention, and their eyes still fell on the street outside the car curtain.

After these three years, although she does not fully understand the world, she has a certain degree of boredom with the so-called third sister Bailichu. This kind of human beings who live with hatred, and some relatives are forced to go to the Yellow Spring, how stupid.

hurt others and hurt yourself, but ended up miserable. I once heard Si Ming say that mortal life is light, but the punishment is extremely heavy, if you do too many bad things, you will have to go to hell for dozens of days after death.

At the beginning of a hundred miles, at the beginning of a hundred miles, in your life, how boring it is to live like this.

There was a festive red banner hanging in front of the restaurant outside the car curtain, and after a few glances at the eaves of the flowers, he suddenly remembered the last time he saw the marriage of the Baili family before the fire, and hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Sister Yahan, you always have a bad memory like this, and I don't know how that guy from Lu Dao Rongyin let you." Looking back at Bailichu, he said word by word: "Sister, have you forgotten?" My name is Huaea, as for Baili Xun...... She's long dead. ”

In the breeze, the curtain was blown by the wind and there was a slight clattering sound with the window from time to time, and Bailichu's face froze. The eaves have turned their gaze, the peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, and the wind is smooth, which is the season when she was ordered to go down to earth.

Hua Wei raised her eyebrows and continued softly: "As for the name of Baili Chu, it's the same, it's all dead." ”

Bai Lichu's body trembled, clenched the sword in his hand, and smiled stiffly, unable to find anything to support himself.

I don't know when the sister she looks down on has abandoned her like an ant, no matter how polite she is, she can't find anything cowardly or perfunctory, her true temperament is revealed, and she has no love or hatred, but it makes people feel a little afraid in their hearts.

Stiffly, he had already changed the topic: "I just want to tell you that the task that Wu Yuge took over can only be successful, not defeated." ”

The tone fell on the task, and it was still a few layers heavier.

Hua Huan, who had been sitting upright for a long time, stretched his waist, and his expression showed a little impatience: "I can see that sister, you are not happy to talk to me at all, since this is the case, don't wronged yourself." ”

She looked at the guardrail of the stone bridge outside the car, closed her eyes tiredly, and added lightly: "It's not that I can't do the murder, I don't ...... it" paused, frowned slightly, "It's not that stupid." ”

After that, he had opened the curtain with one hand, half-got up, and stepped out of the carriage in one step.

——?——?——?—— teahouse gathers, a place to tell stories.

The eaves moved upstairs, and looked at the storyteller who was talking excitedly, and even the barrier was removed, and he became interested, and chose a cleaner place to listen.

Some time ago, I don't know where Rong Yin's good mood came from, and when I saw that she was bored in the villa, I mentioned that there was a new storyteller in the Qingdye King City, who was erudite and knowledgeable. Heaven and earth, up and down, ancient and modern, are all very interesting.

As long as she has been raised in the villa for three years, she should do something for the Wuyu Pavilion, and it is also excellent to take advantage of the time to take a walk.

I didn't respond at the time, but when I came here today, I didn't look at it, I'm really sorry for Rong Yin's words.

I saw the storyteller close the fan, take a sip of tea, hang a fake beard that had lost half of it, look at the audience again, and continue to speak: "This time I talked about the accident of the Baili family a few years ago......

The eaves raised their hands to hold the teacup, and said a hundred miles...... He glanced at Baili Chu, who was pedaling himself, who was sitting next to him, and suddenly felt bored.

At this time, the audience had already begun to heckle, saying that they had heard the story seven or eight hundred times elsewhere and did not want to hear it again.

However, the storyteller seemed to have expected such a reaction, but instead of being embarrassed, he smiled, shook his head and said: "The rise and fall of everyone in the past hundred years, everyone has seen it, and it is really not interesting. ”

The eaves shook the hand holding the tea cup, and the cup tilted to the side, spilling some hot tea and falling on the back of the hand.

And everyone in the audience listened to the storyteller's words, you look at me, I look at you, and the eyes that were still staring at this time were already a little dazed.

When the storyteller saw this change, he was very satisfied, turned around and unfolded a fan with an inky landscape, and spoke slowly.

"That thing is sad, in addition to the marriage of the eldest son, the Baili family is secretly planning a death penalty for the young lady who came out of the side, and the young lady ......"

The eaves didn't want to listen anymore, and got up to step downstairs.

Those things, everyone didn't know, but she had heard Bailichu talk about it many times.

What is the child of Su Ji, the daughter of the previous pavilion master, what is the wrong person, and the entanglement is intentional, she listens to it in addition to regret, or regret.

Baili Chu seemed to have finally pulled back a game, and from behind Hua Cane, he smiled and said: "I can't listen to this, I thought you were so rational that your heart was cold." ”

Hua Wei turned his face away, and glanced at Baili Chu with annoyance: "I'm leaving, but it's because it's boring to listen to books with you." ”

Said word by word, swept back with his sleeves, and walked down the stairs step by step. Raised his eyes and looked at the storyteller who was still talking in front of the case. Shaking his head and smiling, he sighed in his heart, sir, your fake beard, I'm afraid I can't remind you.

Something suddenly swept in the afterglow, and I couldn't help frowning slightly.

In the scorching eyes, the eaves clearly saw that under the storyteller's desk, there was the red-clothed imp she bumped into three years ago when she was out at night.