"The flowers and leaves are different, this is the characteristic of the black pear, although the green leaves may be more beautiful, but the spring and autumn only leave the flowers are also unique." , Qi Niang put down the wine cup, "My parents have been in love with each other all their lives, although the time is short, but for them to be satisfied with each other, this world is full of disturbances, it is not easy to be able to stay with a beloved among thousands of people, so why bother to ask for Bai Shou not to be separated?" ”

"My Su Muli has a very small wish, but I want to be stable for a lifetime, if I can find my beloved like my parents again, even if I can only stay with him for a year, I should be satisfied......

This is the truth, two lives, but what love is, she has still never really tasted. In this life, she only wants to stay with her grandmother in peace, if she can find a lover in the mercy of God, even if she can only stay for a few months, she is satisfied.

You know, in the current days, she always thinks that she stole it from the Bodhisattva with her grandmother!

Xuanwu Yicheng was stunned, who is not a woman in this world who is not looking forward to being a person with one heart, and the white head is not separated! Why is she so easily satisfied?

He looked back in surprise, and what caught his eye was a woman's gentle and satisfied smile, the big apricot eyes were as clear and beautiful as being washed by autumn water, the pink cheeks were slightly red due to drinking, the green silk scattered on the sideburns was mischievously rippling with the wind, and the light posture showed its elegance and calmness, and the snow-like petals that were fluttering behind her were instantly eclipsed, far inferior to the slightly raised arc of the corners of her mouth and eyebrows.

I still remember the poems taught by my uncle when I was a child: "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent." One look at the city, and then look at the country. ”

So, really...... Not to ......

Time seems to stand still, the black pear blossoms that are fluttering one after another, the fragrance of pear blossoms entwined between the lips and teeth, and the gentleness and satisfaction of the woman in her eyes......

If...... If there was such a day, he might really be willing to give up everything he had, just to get another ...... The years in her eyes are quiet......

Before the third moment, King Xuan proposed to take a walk to eat, so the two of them walked in the pear orchard one after the other.

The black pear flowers were like rain, and when they walked to the garden to "wash the inkstone pavilion", the heads and bodies of the two were already full of pure white falling flowers, and they couldn't help but smile at each other when they fell into each other's eyes.

"It's been a long journey...... White-headed! Qi Niang smiled and shook off the petals, then turned around and pushed open the carved mahogany gate hidden in the courtyard.

Leaving Xuanwu Yicheng alone, he was stunned, "All the way...... Bald? ”

Inexplicably, his left chest throbbed slightly, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and even his eyes and eyebrows were full of warmth.

What's wrong with him today, didn't he just drink too much pear blossom white and get drunk?

Or, if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk?

He smiled dumbly and quietly followed.

"Washing Yan Pavilion" was originally just a study, but it was slowly expanded and renovated, and it became a small courtyard like today. The main hall, the backyard, the east and west two into the ear room, that is, even the small kitchen is complete, but over the years people have gone to the empty building, everywhere is dusty.

"Let the fourth prince smile, Xu is grandmother saw things and thought about people, so she locked the Moli Garden, and no one has cleaned it here for a long time." Qi Niang explained with an apologetic smile.

"It's just human nature...... King Xuan didn't care, but visited with interest.

First the side hall of the main hall, the backyard, and finally, he didn't let go of the two ear rooms, and he looked more and more energetic all the way.

Qi Niang followed, and she kept criticizing in her heart, and she had a good time visiting the garden, but she had become such a yard now, and the key thing was to visit a place that had not been cleaned for many years, and I really don't know where he got his interest.

It's a pity that Xuanwu Yicheng was completely self-intoxicated, and finally turned in circles in the small space of the small kitchen, which was really ...... Half in the bag!

"Fourth son, the small kitchen is small and messy, I'm afraid it will stain your clothes." Qi Niang couldn't help but remind.

The kitchenette was indeed messy, with thick dust on the stove, scattered sticks in the corners, and pots and pans that had not yet had time to be tidied up.

Qi Niang's face was a little unbearable, the whole scene, just like you warmly invited a friend to play at home, but when you open the door, you can see all kinds of messy and dirty, but your male friend is still interested in visiting one room by one, this is a completely maddening state, I want to grab him and throw him out, and then close the door mercilessly.

Qi Niang bit her lip and was about to move.

Xuan Wang completely sank into his own world and ignored it, he swept around the room again, turned around and walked towards the firewood.

Finally, the emperor lives up to his wishes!

"What is this?" His face was full of doubts, "Can Qi Niang come over and take a look, my son found something interesting." ”

Qi Niang gathered her thoughts and hurriedly followed the past.

Xuanwu Yicheng was holding a matchstick and didn't let go, she took it and took a closer look, but didn't find anything unusual, and King Xuanwang motioned for her to touch it with her hand.

Then, with a look of surprise on her face, "There are words on it?" ”

King Xuan nodded solemnly, "It's a pity that this word is shallowly engraved and dusty, but I can't see it." ”

Qi Niang touched it again and again, but she didn't recognize anything, she thought about it and thought about it, "I have a way that works, and I also ask the fourth son to go back to the study with Qi Niang." ”

So, the two grabbed a burning stick and went to the study. Qi Niang took water and studied ink, and King Xuan saw that he understood it, and most of the solemnity on his face dissipated.

She chose a thin stick covered with ink, and then carefully smeared it on the side of the stick, and then pressed it on the white paper until the ink dried slightly, and the words immediately appeared.

"Curse, say to God what you say, ask God to add to the curse."

Qi Niang whispered, "Settlement - Huo's." ”

She wondered, what is this, how can there be words on a good burning stick, was it accidentally picked up by someone, or did someone do it deliberately?

If it is deliberate, then what does this sentence mean, curse, what curse, what exactly is it meant to convey?

"Curse, call God with words, and bring disaster upon God." She muttered quietly.

Xuanwu Yicheng, who was standing behind him, trembled, his face was pale, his fists were clenched, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the habitual pain of poking and poking in his heart spread all the way to his limbs......

He knows it, he remembers, he won't forget it until he dies!

Back then, the ghost girl Liji was the mother concubine who was mutilated with this spell!

That year, he was not yet three years old, and his mother was lying on the phoenix collapsed with blood, her eyes wide open, and she couldn't look at death!

When he heard the letter and rushed away, the mother's hands were still warm, but the mouthful of blood kept pouring out of her mouth, nose and chest, no matter how he pressed and blocked it with his hands, the blood still kept spreading from his immature fingers, he cried helplessly and shouted loudly, but the mother could no longer respond as gently as usual, and could not give him a warm hug with a smile......

He was afraid, he was helpless, but no matter how he called for help, no one answered, no one came, in the entire Fengming Palace, he was the only one who kept holding the hand of the concubine, until the slender jade hands were pale and cold, until the blood stains on the jade bricks were black and condensed, until his voice was hoarse and his heart was like ashes......

He still remembered the bloody handwriting on the jade bricks.

"Curse, say to God what you say, ask God to add to the curse."

This is the text of the Wuluo tribe's four lore killings-curse killing, which is recorded in "Wushen Language" - "Nanshui".

Over the years, I have been inquiring and probing, but there are only a few words about the "art of curse killing".

He couldn't hide the pain in his heart, snatched the paper, and walked away......

Leaving Qi Niang, who has not yet returned to her senses, is ignorant and unknown......