The lonely and dying man raised his head with great difficulty, his eyes pulled up, and the floating clouds and neon clothes, like a snow-white peony, opened a rich posture, she stood in the wind and rain, did not smile, her face was like cold frost, a delicate face was hidden in the shadows, and she couldn't see the outline clearly, but the indifferent facial features, I am afraid that even the country and the city could not be said to be beautiful. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The woman stood in the rainy night, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, blocking countless wind and rain.

She squatted down and picked up the mud on Li Fugui's body with her hands, and saw the bloody wound on his lower abdomen, with two fist-sized blood holes, gushing out of blood, and a steady stream of blood.

Bi Xishuang helped him up and walked into the cave, the oil-paper umbrella fell on the side without anyone caring about it, and entered the cave, she protected his heart with aura, Li Fugui's brain was drowsy, and he was the only one in the cave when he woke up the next day, and the side of his head was the life-saving pill left by the woman, and the body was covered with the floating cloud dress.

Later, he went out of the South Ming with great difficulty, to find Lu Ying'er, that day was Lu Ying'er and the illegitimate son of the owner of the Taming Beast Island Li Enyang was engaged, he was covered in mud, snow-white robes had already been stained scarlet by blood, thin lips chapped, opened the door with a happy curtain, and saw that the guests were full of guests wishing his fiancée and another tiger-headed man a hundred years of good togetherness.

He ran to Lu Ying'er desperately and asked her to go with him.

After Lu Ying'er was shocked, she said, you stained my clothes.

A mouthful of blood spit out and sprayed on Lu Ying'er's bright red robe, he knelt on the ground weakly, and then had no strength to stand up, and the people in the four seats all stood up in shock, watching him crawl out, with blood all along the way.

For a long time, there was no news about him on the rivers and lakes, three months passed, Fuguitang was established, he personally at the well, washed off the stains on the floating clouds and clothes, and then treasured them, and then learned to paint, and in half a year, he was finally able to paint the woman's face that night.

It's just that it was night, and he couldn't really see it in anger, but there was still an element of imagination in this painting.

When he asked Xu Xudong to find this woman, he only had a trace of expectation in his heart, after all, it is more difficult to find a person just by relying on a painting than looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, I found it.

It's just that after many years, when I saw her again, she no longer had the appearance of Tsinghua in the past, her stunning appearance, and the hideous blood scabs on her face, even he, an eight-foot man, was palpitating and scared.

He wanted to know what had happened to her after all these years.

Qingge hugged the little fox, leaned on the stone lion, and listened to a story that was neither long nor short in silence.

"And then? What else do you have in mind? ”

Qingge can hear that Bi Xishuang has a high status in Li Fugui's heart, but Li Fugui has been looking forward to it for so many years, and he has great fantasies and expectations for that hazy and gorgeous woman, but the real situation is that Bi Xishuang's appearance was ruined, he had an indecent love, and he married Nan Ming as a concubine, and was even forced to live in the Qinglou-

In the long history of China five years ago, the poet Cui Hu of the fifth Tang Dynasty went to Chang'an to take the exam, failed to win, met a beautiful girl when he was relaxing in the suburbs of the south of the city, and went again on the same day in the second year, the door was locked and empty, and there was a popular song "Chengnanzhuang".

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Just twenty-eight words, inherited through the ages, but Qingge thought about it for two lifetimes and still thought, no one knew the situation at the time, maybe the next year Cui Hu saw the girl in the south of the city, but now it is not what it used to be, the woman who was stunning in the old years, and now she is blessed, or ugly, maybe it is where it is unsatisfactory, not into Cui Hu's eyes, Cui Hu to make up for regrets, inscribed a poem, even if it is a pity that the girl was not found, it is better than being disappointed.

Cui protects her heart, it is the girl who made a splash last year. What Li Fugui will never forget for a long time is Bi Xishuang who saved him from danger in the heavy rain many years ago.

She is often like this, always like to turn out the ugliest and dirtiest side of human nature.

"I feel sorry for her." Li Fugui lowered his head, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows.

"Distressed?" Qingge sneered and said, "Then do you know that she has been happy with her master for more than ten years?" Married to the prince of Nanming as a concubine, was forced into the Qinglou and trampled on, do you know? ”

Qingge asked twice, if Li Fugui didn't mind this, she also hoped that the two could eventually become married.

Li Fugui's pupils constricted, his body trembled, and he muttered, "How come?" How could it be her? ”

At first, when Fuguitang was first established, he paid special attention to the affairs of Nanming, when Xu Xudong mentioned to him that a woman married to Nanming, and was later thrown to Qinglou, and then suddenly disappeared.

He just brushed it off and didn't think much about it at all.

Also, the relationship between Nanming and Jialan is very tense, when Bi Xishuang married in the past, he was not as the first disciple of the Great Elder of Jia Lan, but an orphan girl without a home, and Wu Yu also deliberately concealed this matter, so no matter how powerful Fuguitang is, it is difficult to find out the true identity of Bi Xishuang, even if Li Fugui and Jia Lan Dean An Suyou have a shallow friendship, they will drink a little wine when they come and go.

"So, what do you think now?" Qingge asked.

Bi Xishuang has already had a painful experience, she doesn't want Bi Xishuang to have a second time, Li Fugui is a good person, but she is not sure if he will be a good man.

"I want to marry her."

In the deep night, the man raised his head and said.

"Her body is not clean, her appearance is not captivating, and she doesn't even have you in her heart, even so, do you want to marry?" Qingge straightened up and took a step forward, aggressively.

Li Fugui said: "Even so, I want to marry, in this life, she will not marry!" ”

"Okay, remember your words today, if you dare to bear her in the future, you will be the next Jiang Hai." Qingge walked towards the gold-lacquered gate, and the little fox in his arms curled up lazily into a ball, like fire.

Li Fugui remembered Jiang Hai's appearance when he died, and trembled for a while, this woman is too ruthless.

He suddenly remembered that he was a sword spirit master, and she was only a basic cultivator of the Innate Eightfold, so he was actually afraid of her!

Li Fugui is embarrassed, and the more he lives, the worse he becomes.

Mayor's Mansion.

In the dark and dim room, the doors and windows were nailed with wooden boards, and there were no gaps.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed and wearing a snow-white undershirt, the hair on her head was swaying obliquely, a wisp of green silk hung down from her ears, her face was pale, bloodless, revealing a sickly, amber-like eyes, exuding a terrifying death, like a soulless puppet, the walking dead, but her mind was so clear, and her hatred was so strong.

The tortoise-shaped compass was suspended in front of her, and there was an aqua blue light in the four corners, like the deep sea turning upside down, and a breeze penetrating out.

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