"There's no reason for it, it's just light. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The boy turned his head indifferently, and the girl looked at the shoulder she had leaned on a little stupidly, smiled mockingly, and said, "I understand, it turns out that love is not eternal. The girl quickly left her sad place, while the boy stared blankly at the cherry blossom tree.

A few years later, the girl also became an adult, and when she reached the age when she should get married, her family was full of people who proposed marriage. The girl would occasionally stare out the window in a daze, looking enviously at the birds flying around, and at this time, her personal maid came over: "Miss, are you still thinking about that negative man?" ”

The girl sneered: "Ying'er, do you think your young lady and I are so stupid?" ”

"But miss, since that day, your heart seems to be dead. Ying'er never saw your smile again. ”

"Really? Maybe it's not that the heart is dead, but that the heart is cold! The girl looked at the clear blue sky and muttered.

"Miss, you...."Ying'er seemed to want to say something, at this time a graceful and luxurious woman appeared in the room, Ying'er was suddenly a little flustered, and hurriedly saluted: "Say hello to Madame!" ”

Madame waved her hand, drove Ying'er away, put on a hypocritical smile, grabbed Wen Xixiao's hand, and said earnestly: "Xiaoxiao, you have reached the age of marriage, and your mother is a little reluctant. ”

"I can always be with you," Wen Xixiao smiled at his so-called mother, and read word by word in an accentuated tone: "Mother." ”

"Xiaoxiao, what are you talking about? Even if your mother is reluctant to let you go, you have to get married, otherwise what will people outside think of our Wen family. Madame was a little flustered.

"Really? Forget it, the reputation of the Wen family is more important than anything else. Wen Xixiao got up boringly.

"Xiaoxiao, I came here this time mainly to tell you about your family affairs, the young master of the Feng family is a good match for you, and your father and I are quite satisfied with him." Madame finally introduced the topic.

"The Feng family is a merchant, and my father agreed?" Wen Xixiao looked at Madame with some doubts.

"After all, your marriage needs the master's permission." Madame was a little proud.

"So be it! I'm tired! Wen Xixiao pretended to be unwell, and when Mrs. saw Wen Xixiao's weak appearance, she thought triumphantly: Finally let her be deflated, isn't it that her own mother is the lord of the imperial gift, so what, I haven't been the main mother.

"Mother, I was wrong!" Wen Xixiao hid under the covers and wept silently.

At this time, the picture stopped here, and Leng Yumo, who watched it with relish, was disturbed, and was a little curious about the next plot development. Although there is no beginning or end, I feel that every key point is shown in the projection. Each character who appears has a connection and a secret to hide. Leng Yumo secretly felt that if he wanted to succeed in breaking through the level, he had to unravel the beginning and end of this story.

"Do you want to make it through?" Blood red lettering appeared on the mirror.

Leng Yumo nodded.

"The girl who appears in this picture is the key to your breakthrough, complete her life and change her, otherwise you will cultivate a red-clothed ghost to devour you, good luck!" Such a passage appeared in bright red on the mirror, and Leng Yumo suddenly understood why this story has no beginning and no end, only some fragments, and it is still a fill-in-the-blank question.

"Write your understanding of the beginning of the story into a mirror, and this will determine whether you are eligible to rewrite the ending." Leng Yumo looked at this sentence on the mirror, and looked at it a little in his heart, and then there was no trace on the mirror, Leng Yumo took the pen that appeared out of thin air and wrote his guess.

Since the screens shown are not very sufficient, Leng Yumo can only guess through the communication between those characters. The girl is the heroine of the story, Wen Xixiao, with a prominent family, belongs to the Wen family, and her mother is the emperor's county lord, with a noble status, but she died unexpectedly, and it is very likely that she died because of her daughter. Wen Xixiao has a person she loves deeply, that is, the teenager she secretly ran out to meet. Wen Xixiao's mother's death is also related to the teenager. That lady is Wen Xixiao's stepmother, and she is deeply favored by Wen Xixiao's father. Although the maid Ying'er only appeared for a while, she was the most critical person, she should be Madame's person, stay by Wen Xixiao's side and monitor her.

This messy relationship, Leng Yumo sorted it out in his mind, and summarized it on the mirror in two short sentences.

After a while, the mirror cleared the answer, and a sentence appeared: "Put your hand on the mirror." Leng Yumo guessed that he might have answered correctly, so he was qualified to rewrite the ending, and after Leng Yumo did so, a huge suction force brought Leng Yumo to the story.

After opening his eyes, Leng Yumo found himself in an antique boudoir full of sandalwood fragrance. Leng Yumo is a little uncomfortable with this weak willow posture, Leng Yumo has a familiar feeling of this era, as if in the blue world, compared to the simple and convenient clothes of the interstellar world, this layer of ancient costumes makes her love it and fall into nostalgia. Leng Yumo dressed herself layer by layer, called the maid to make hot water, washed and dressed up, Leng Yumo painted her eyebrows in front of the blurred mirror, and looked at the maid Ying'er standing behind her through the mirror, Ying'er looked at the young lady in front of the mirror, a little strange that couldn't be said, the young lady is still that cold and cold now, but her current coldness is just indifferent, not as cold as before.

Ying'er tentatively spoke: "Miss, why don't you let us dress up for you?" ”

"I'm not idle, I'm curious. Ying'er, you say, how am I drawing? Leng Yumo finished the final stroke, turned his head, the dark blue dress inlaid with silver threads, the black silk-like hair scattered, a lotus flower in the center of the eyebrows was lifelike, the tips of the eyes seemed to be covered with peach blossoms, the cheeks were pink and tender, a pair of pupils like autumn water, and a dignified and decent posture, Ying'er felt that her young lady seemed to have grown up after one night.

"It's beautiful!" Ying'er admired from the bottom of her heart.

Leng Yumo hooked a strand of hair with her tail finger, hooked the corners of her mouth, glanced at Ying'er, and said softly: "Ying'er, help me tie my hair!" ”

Ying'er stepped forward obediently, picked up the sandalwood comb, and gently combed the cold foaming hair, Ying'er felt a little apprehensive, as if the person you knew well began to gradually get out of your control.

"Ying'er, since you waited by my side, it has been more than a dozen spring and autumn seasons! I think it was I who was clamoring for my mother to redeem you from that place. Leng Yumo said nonchalantly.