The moment she saw Gu Junmo for the first time, Lihua knew that he was the person she entrusted with her life, even if it was not her that he liked, she knew that he had always resented her, just because she hurt the person on the tip of his heart. www.biquge.info Later, she was finally able to stand by his side, even if she was a slave in the most humble capacity, she was enough, but why every time I saw him, I had a feeling in my heart that he was not the person she entrusted her life after all, but she only recognized him in her heart.

—Epigraph

(a)

This year, the heavy snow in the capital fell very early, and it snowed heavily just after Xiaohan, and the huge capital was buried in a snowy white.

The originally deserted General's Mansion felt even more deserted today, and his face was damp

The red pear painting leaned on the soft couch and looked out the window at the heavy snow.

"Ahem...... cough ~ cough" A burst of cold air hit, Lihua shivered and stood up and covered the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing constantly, and the corners of his mouth pulled out bloodshots. Lihua swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, trembled and looked at the red handkerchief in his hand, and his pale face showed a wry smile.

"Childe, look, it's snowing, and this year's snow is falling earlier than usual!" , Lihua listened to the joyful voice in the distance outside the door, she knew that it was Qingjing, her good sister, and Gu Junmo's beloved.

Pear Painting looked down at the blood handkerchief in her hand, sighed lightly, stuffed it into the bottom of the pillow, and struggled to grasp the window lattice, a little, just a little, she could see the person she had been thinking about for a long time, Pear Painting looked at the willow leaf window lattice that was getting closer and closer, struggling, and her face was getting paler and paler.

At last she leaned against the lattice and saw the person outside the window that made her think about it all night. Dressed in a white robe, he was upright, leaning against the stone table, looking at the cheerful and busy girl in Tsing Yi with a snowman not far away, "Childe, look, this snowman statue doesn't look like it?" The girl in Tsing Yi looked back at the boy sitting at the stone table, with a smile on her face, warm, as if she could melt this lonely and cold snow.

"Jun Mo, Jun Mo ......" Pear Painting looked at their warm and happy scene, kept calling Gu Jun Mo's name in his mouth, tears, gradually blurred his eyes, and flowed down his emaciated cheeks, Pear Painting lowered his head, his body slowly slid down, and his pale face was a little tear-stained.

(b)

When he opened his eyes again, Pear Painting felt that his body seemed to be much better, and he also had a trace of strength, and he was wondering, Pear Painting felt that his body was indeed much better, but it was light, and Pear Painting waved his arms slightly, and he felt that his jade body seemed to be as light and comfortable as disappearing, and it was better to say that he could fly into the sky.

"Miss, I'm in." The sound outside the door caught the attention of the pear painting, but before the pear painting could speak, a small slave outside the door crept in.

Just as the pear painting hesitated, the slave who trespassed in without permission changed his face greatly, but his mouth was full of words and wanted to speak.

"Come, come!" The slave's words frightened the pear painting, as if it was going to shock the entire general's mansion, "Miss! Miss! Miss is dead! "Keep backing and running out as fast as you can.

Pear Painting looked at this strange servitude at a loss, but his head unconsciously looked down at him. But when Pear Painting saw himself with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, Pear Painting was so shocked that he wanted to jump, but found that he was floating in the air.

Looking at herself on the bed, Rika opened her delicate eyes wide, and somehow her mouth became slurred: "This—What's going on?!" Rika turned her panicked head to a mirror, and she looked at it, but she didn't see her figure in the mirror.

"It's hard, it's hard," Rika touched her pale cheek with her slender little hand, "I'm dead?" ”

（3）

"Woooooooooooo Pear painting! Why did you just go like that! What do you do with your mother? "The snow is still drifting. Pear Painting sat on the roof of the house, listening to her mother's lamentation and sighing for herself, which caused a trace of tears to fall on Pear Painting's face. But who knows that she is now sad?

"Jun Mo, will he go? Jun Mo, Jun Mo. Pear Painting once again remembered Gu Moru's gentle face, his heart warmed, and his mouth kept calling his name. The figure quickly broke through the wall and headed towards Gu Junmo's small courtyard.

"Childe! Come on, can't you have something on your mind? In an instant, Pear Draw heard the tone that was enough to make her feel sorry. The pear painting turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and unconsciously floated over.

Everywhere the pear painting went, I saw Gu Junmo and the floating woman's eyebrows and smiles looming.

"Alas, there is a lot of sorrow in the world, and when will the frost be cold. Jun Mo, it seems that I can't accompany you after all. I just hope she treats you well, Jun Mo, goodbye. Sighing, there were a few more tears in the corners of the pear painting's eyes, and the blood red at the corners of the mouth seemed to resurface.

Pear painting knows that it is not on the body before death, but on the heart after death. "Childe, look at how beautiful the flowers are there, let me go and see it."

Qingjing's sweet voice evoked Gu Junmo's smile again, but Gu Junmo didn't say a word, nodding his head, as if urging this delicate wildflower to enjoy the fragrance of the sea of flowers.

Qing Jing also took advantage of the situation and threw down a smile and walked towards the woods. The pear painting floating in the air wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, and also walked into the bamboo forest with Qingjing.

The pear painting was floating above Qingjing's head, silently watching. "Qingjing, you are obviously my good sister, but why do we love the same person! Ha ha...... However, I am also my life, Jun Mo doesn't like me, I just hope you treat him well, don't bear him. Speaking of which, when the pear painting looked at their happy smiles, his heart hurt even more, but there was a string of tears in his eyes, "Okay, I can only wish you a hundred years of happiness, and I hope that you will be sisters in the next life." ”

"Miss! Miss! "In the depths of the quiet jungle, there was a call from a slave. Pear Painting couldn't help but be frightened, but Qingjing was not shocked at all, but showed a satisfied smile. Looking at the woman who came out of the depths of the bamboo forest, he asked mockingly:

"How? Mingyu, my good sister who cares about me everywhere, has she gone to the west? ”

Lihua's eyes widened, his figure flickered, covered his slightly open mouth, and looked at Qingjing with a grim smile in surprise, is this Qingjing?

And the slave maid who came in a hurry also showed a flattering smile, and her wolf-like gaze made Pear Painting feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Miss, the eldest lady has already ascended to heaven, and the affection between you and Gu Gongzi can be regarded as complete, congratulations to Miss, Miss Hexi!"

"Alas, who made my good sister, who likes it badly, but has fallen in love with me for a long time? If you don't poison her tea, how can you solve this trouble! Whoever dares to worry about me will die!! ”

Pear Painting suddenly remembered that Qingjing sent Dongting Biluochun a few days ago, as well as the call of "sister" in the past, and for Jun Mo, she actually deceived me and deceived Jun Mo. Looking at the smiling two, Lihua's heart was sad and cold, and the sadness and hatred in his heart did not come from nowhere. I was actually killed by my own sister, and because she took her so well on weekdays, she actually repaid me like this, so you don't know............

"Alas, if it weren't for Gu Gongzi's poison, it wouldn't have harmed this woman! On weekdays, she looks at Gu Gongzi with a shy pulse, she is also worthy, but she is a declining official lady, and she is not a slave and a maid, but this time it is thanks to Gu Gongzi! ”

"What?!" Pear painting couldn't help but scream, she usually treats her like a sister, and the person she has always loved, colluded together, and killed herself ruthlessly? The sweet words when the tea was delivered, and the gentle treatment before, the final result for me was this? Ha ha......... Such a sister and sweetheart, Pear Painting laughed wildly, letting the tears flow down and wet her clothes. It's just that she doesn't know that what she herself shed is not tears, but tears of blood.

"Little, Miss! Is that!! The two people under the pear painting seemed to see through the shape of the pear painting, screaming, their faces were like ashes, and they fell directly to the ground in fright.

"I won't hold me accountable for hurting my life, but you hurt me and deceive my feelings! You guys are going to die!! Pear Painting stretched out her thin snow-white hands, and grabbed the necks of the two of them with both hands.

At this time, the pear painting only felt that the monstrous hatred in his heart had nowhere to vent, and his two hands tightened around their necks, and the two people who pinched them couldn't break free, so they had to keep struggling. I don't know how long it took, the eyes of the two women protruded, their faces turned red, and blood spit out from their mouths, which made people tremble.

Lihua looked at the red on his palm, tears rolling down his face. Reason returned to the pear painting, and she kept muttering like a nightmare, "Why, why is this happening... ”

（4）

"Wind pear painting." A heavy call came from nowhere, but it didn't move the pear painting for half a minute.

"You are a wronged ghost, but you hurt people's lives. The wicked will be punished by the earth. But you kill mortals indiscriminately, and we will punish you severely! But because it is an unjust soul, it is hereby lightly punished, sent to the third layer of hell, reincarnated, and there will be no mercy in three lives! ”

"Pear painting obeys!" Lihua turned to look at the white and black figures in the void, lightly saluted sideways, turned around to leave with them, glanced at a wisp of white clothes behind the green bamboo, and smiled bitterly, he, have seen it! But that's fine, there's finally a reason to forget about him! People are dead, love is about to perish, I don't blame you for killing me, I only blame me for loving the wrong person.

The figure behind the green bamboo looked at the two corpses lying on the ground, he watched them struggle but never went out to stop them, allowing them to die at her hands. He felt very happy instead of guilty, he could feel that she hadn't left yet, looking up at the void, her body slumped, and she knelt on the ground, two lines of clear tears flowed down. She died, and the person who had been sent on the road by her sister and herself, and who had been haunted by her side, was finally gone, but why was her heart so empty? My heart hurts, it hurts, it hurts to the bone marrow, and it doesn't hurt when you leave?