"Ganesau is a god who blesses a husband and wife with a perfect relationship." , Feng Yilan stroked the mask inch by inch, feeling the delicate lines on it through the sense of touch.

The only light source in the darkroom was the lamp on the table, Duan Mingyue was wearing a snow-white shirt, her back was already soaked with sweat, and there were more than a dozen knives of different sizes in front of her, as well as tools such as paper and pens.

She took off her magnifying glass and leaned back in her chair, her eyes empty and numb: "If you like it, take it." "I don't need to." , Feng Yilan put down her mask and suddenly asked, "Do you love him?" ”

Duan Mingyue's eyes dimmed a little: "I don't love it." "I thought you would at least hesitate." Duan Mingyue propped up the table with her elbows, crossed her hands, and pressed her forehead against her knuckles: "I also hope I can love him." ”

Feng Yilan: "Summer insects can't talk about ice? Duan Mingyue nodded: "Summer insects can't talk about ice." ”

She won't love people. Duan Mingyue knew early on, and it was ironic to say that she was rich and wealthy in the world, but she had never felt the cheap and useless love in the mouths of others.

The place where there should be love is only empty. Duan Mingyue reread it today and found that this article written by the king of Western Xia was not all about reprimanding the emperor of the Central Plains for being unreasonable, there is a note at the end of the article, after Xuanzong's nephew King Luo succeeded to the throne, Xuanzong's whereabouts were unknown, he was not imprisoned, he was not given death, he was like a wisp of green smoke that dissipated, and even left quietly.

Later, someone found a corpse in a mass grave on the outskirts of Luoyang, the body was rotten to the point that only bones remained, but it was still clinging to a broken string.

There is a word "Xiao" on the pipa, and the great auxiliary country of the previous dynasty also happens to be surnamed Xiao. He guessed the relationship between Xuanzong and Fuguo, and picked up the engraving pen again, leaving one notch after another on the paper.

Feng Yilan asked behind him, "Can you really fool him?" Duan Mingyue put down the pen and turned the paper over: "The best of both worlds is the only way." ”

Feng Yilan: "I heard that Xu Zixian has a dead soldier named Qiu Jinglong, who grew up on the antique street since he was a child, and his eyes are extremely vicious, how can he not see the flaws when you use the fakes you drove out overnight?" ”

Duan Mingyue replied, "It doesn't have to be seamless, as long as it can buy me some time." "Oh?" , Feng Yilan felt that there seemed to be something strange in her words, but she didn't think much about it. After sitting for a while, Feng Yilan got up and opened the door of the dark room, and the sunlight cast tiny spots of light on her cheeks.

His eyes began to tear again, Feng Yilan blocked the light source and asked, "Are you okay?" It's dawn. "Nanyin takes 'Yin' as the name, showing that its country will be forever extended, and I know that a hundred years will pass, and now I look up to the mountains and rivers, sighing and weeping." After writing a line of words, Duan Mingyue raised the tip of the pen, turned her head, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Yilan smelled blood, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "These are all you owe him." ”

Duan Mingyue brought a fake: "I know." Wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth: "I will pay it back." Xu Zixian and his minions celebrated their victory upstairs, the ceiling shook off a layer of dust by the sound of music, and Liu Wenyan carefully dodged and sneaked into the warehouse alone.

After he locked the door, he looked at Lu Yiwei coldly. This young man has a gorgeous appearance, and he is five points similar to his mother, and once, Wei Qinghuan was very popular in the entertainment industry with a beautiful and angry face. dog

When Li Ranxiu went up to look for Zhou Qingyang, Lu Yiwei hid downstairs, he waited for a long time and didn't see anyone coming, he was knocked unconscious just when he wanted to go out to find it, and after he woke up, he was here.

His hands and feet were numb, and all Lu Yiwei could control was his own gaze. He cautiously observed the visitor: "Who are you?" ”

Liu Wenyan said motionlessly: "Wei Qinghuan is a slut. The word "slut" drilled into his ears, Lu Yiwei didn't think about it, struggled to get up from the ground, and pounced. Boom! ”

Liu Wenyan easily dodged, Lu Yiwei hit his head on the freezer, his hands and feet twitched unobediently, he moved his steps, walked out of a perfect arc under his feet, turned his body, and faced Lu Yiwei: "Wei Qinghuan has slept with many people, and going to bed is like socializing for her." ”

Lu Yiwei's expression was distorted, and he spat fiercely: "Where is Liu Wenyan?" The other party laughed: "Little friend, I am Liu Wenyan." Anger was like an oil pot, his words were like cold water poured into the oil pot, at that moment, a word stirred up a thousand waves, Lu Yiwei rose up, dragged his stiff body and threw a punch.

Liu Wenyan was hit in the abdomen and spit out a mouthful of sour water, Lu Yiwei took off his dust-stained jacket and stepped forward aggressively: "Take your life!" Liu Wenyan didn't dodge at all, he stood in place like a sandbag, Lu Yiwei's every punch greeted his face, and transparent liquid continued to overflow from his mouth.

"The stars who seem to be incomparable are all puppets who are manipulated." , Liu Wenyan said with a dark face on his face. His hands were behind his back: "The obedient ones are red and purple, and the disobedient ones are rotten and die in the mire!" "Ahh

In the midst of the screams, the potions on the shelves poured down in unison, smashing on the ground, blooming with bitter splashes, and the various colored glass refracted bizarre projections—it was Liu Wenyan's twisted and swollen face.

He grinned and said, "My son is very lovely, really lovely, after he got sick, he woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and begged me to give him water to drink, but I couldn't!" You should have seen that scene..."

Liu Wenyan's son contracted uremia at the age of eight, and five years later, he died of failure without a match, and when he died, he was swollen and had sores on his back. Everyone hid from him, saying that someone would donate a kidney soon, and the boy thought he could be saved until he died.

It was Liu Wenyan who sent his son away with his own hands. He stood up with the freezer and kept coughing up blood: "Wei Qinghuan's cheap life has not been exchanged for his life, and if the mother and son pay the debt, you will also die." ”

The hand he put behind his back was finally exposed, holding a braided rope sleeve in his hand, the light in the warehouse was dim, Lu Yiwei didn't see it, and when he swung his fist, he was grabbed by Liu Wenyan.

The rope sleeve was put on his wrist and suddenly tightened, Lu Yiwei screamed, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground.

Liu Wenyan's facial features were scattered, and he acted separately on his face, and after being beaten, he was even more scattered, as if he had borrowed it from someone else's face and forcibly installed it on it.

With such a face, he limped out of the storeroom. In history, there was a group of brave Hu people, who came from outside the Guan, crossed the ancient tea horse road, wielded knives to cut off the filthy world, and sang loudly in the army.

They took "Yin" as the name of the country, symbolizing the eternal desperation of the country's fortunes, but in just a hundred years, the country was lost in the hands of the last emperor of Nanyin, Xianzong. Everyone said that Nanyin's destruction of the country was not the fault of Xianzong, but his uncle Xuanzong.