The red candle was shining, the copper tripod exuded a sweet fragrance, and the man with the golden crown and bundled hair staggered with three points of drunkenness, walked to the bed, and helped the sleeping girl.

Two maidservants, with their hair in high buns, quietly unhooked the tent hook, and then bowed and retreated.

Under the light of shadows, his beauty is more prosperous than ever. The eyebrows that flew obliquely into the sideburns, the narrow tail was outlined by the shadow of the lamp, full of joy and expectation, and it was about to flow out. The belt made of jade and the placket embellished with agate have become an insignificant foil under his handsome demeanor.

"Ink rumors," the man deliberately did not pay attention to the indifferent look on the girl's face, sat down beside her, and gently leaned her against his chest, "You are finally going to be my wife." ”

He didn't like complicated and expensive ornaments the most, especially gold ornaments, but today, he specially chose a beautifully carved gold crown, just because the temple people in the mansion flattered him and said a compliment: "Love is stronger than gold."

It's a pity that such a beautiful skin, in the eyes of that girl, has clearly transformed into the most terrible hell Shura. The slender and neat fingers like white jade were stained with blood.

It was this jade-like face, wearing the mask of the Xuanniao, that became a symbol of killing, and the 100,000 black-clothed troops broke through the capital of Chu and burned the flames of the palace, which burned for five days and five nights.

It was this pair of lips as thin as a knife that personally ordered to kill 60,000 soldiers, leaving only orphans and widows everywhere, so that it was impossible for Chu to win the Central Plains from now on.

Mo Yu turned his head away in disgust, closed his eyes, and felt a dull pain in his heart like a pinprick in his heart. Chu is not her homeland, and the strife of the nations has nothing to do with her. But that's Childe's homeland, the homeland that Childe has spent his whole life protecting......

She sneered, her voice weak but mean: "You forgot? I've already been married. Is it because you have a bad memory, or is it the custom here that you like to use the rest for others? ”

The man's hand paused slightly, picked up the auspicious clothes next to him, and put them on for her one by one, and his voice became more and more kind: "Mo Yu, I have always wanted to put you in a wedding dress with my own hands, and I have been thinking about it for many years, so much so that I thought that I would never wait for that day." It's okay, the heavens have mercy on me......"

The room was as red as blood, and her face became paler and paler. He rubbed a little rouge on her cheeks, and picked out a little red lipstick and applied it to her lips.

He didn't know that the lipstick had to be melted with water, and he couldn't wipe it evenly even after wiping it several times. He became impatient, leaned over, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked her lips lightly, and then raised his head to look carefully: "Okay, Mo Yu, you are so good-looking." The way you look now is exactly the same as what I have dreamed about in the past years. Because his dream came true for many years, his breathing became rapid, and he couldn't tell whether it was lust or desire.

The potion in the incense has already had an effect, and Mo Yu's body is soft, and he can't lift up the slightest strength. She could only stare hatefully, as if to see two holes in him.

The man picked up the mahogany comb and helped her straighten her hair little by little, and after measuring it a few times, she still didn't know how to comb it into a bun. He smiled: "Let's do it first, after the ceremony, when I learn to curl my hair, I can help you comb your hair every day." ”

"Anyway, it's your prisoner, what difference does it make if you comb your hair or not?" From his lips, which were rosy from the grease he had smeared, he spat out vicious words, "Have you always treated your captives like this?" You might as well hang me on the castle tower, and the cloak will be scattered, and the effect will be better. ”

"You don't have to spoil yourself so much, and don't try to provoke me." The man actually smiled, and there was a layer of evil aura on his handsome face, "From now on, until the wedding is completed, if you make me unhappy, I will send the three thousand nobles captured from the Chu State to be 'free slaves'." ”

It was the most brutal method of treating prisoners of war, peeling off the skin and then painting oil paint to form a pattern while the wound was not healed. Out of 3,000 people, it is already a blessing that ten people can survive. For those who survived, the nightmare had just begun, and they were to be sent to rehearse songs and dances, and from then on they would be reduced to the playthings of others for the rest of their lives.

"You dare?!" Mo Yu's chest rose and fell with anger.

"What am I afraid of? It's a big deal to kill all the people of Chu, who can still find me for revenge? "He was never a saint, he could do what he said.

Mo Yu pursed his lips tightly, stopped talking, and let him fiddle like a puppet that couldn't move, his face returning to a dead silence, leaving only a faint disgust. She didn't even give him superfluous expressions.

That kind of indifference finally stung the man's eyes: "You look at me!" No matter how much you deceive yourself, your son-in-law will also die. No matter how you dream, he is dead, and he will never live! He won't give you a wedding, I can give it to you. As long as you open your mouth, I can even take out my heart for you! ”

Mo Yu raised his head and glanced at him quickly: "Keep your dirty heart, I'm disgusting!" ”

"Why? Ink ballads! The gentle and calm disguise was torn apart by despair, "What can I do not compare to him?" ”

"He is a man like the moon in the mountains and the surging rivers, and even I have to look up to him for the rest of my life." A brief hint of tenderness flashed on Mo Yu's face, and then turned into an even stronger contempt and ridicule, "How can you dare to compare with him?!" ”

How can he ...... Despair and anger shattered the last vestiges of his sanity. "Isn't your son the best at teaching women? I want to see what he has taught you. He reached out and tore off the wedding dress he had just dressed for her.

"What are you crazy about?" Fear grasped Mo Yu's heart, and the familiar face in front of him became more and more hideous and terrifying. The heavy black shadow overwhelmed her. She ducked backwards with all her might, but couldn't move.

"Didn't your son tell you? At this time, the more you struggle, the more you can arouse the man's interest. The man suppressed the ink rumor, and the hurried kiss rained down on her chest, "Or, are you simply pleasing me?" "The hot lips scorched the body of the ink ballad.

Outside the window, it rained at some point, and the lightning "hissed" and tore open half of the sky, reflecting the room in a thrilling white. The raindrops smashed against the roof tiles, like the sound of horses' hooves on the battlefield.

Mo Yu finally gave up the useless struggle and looked up at the pattern at the top of the curtain. Two lines of salty tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and flowed into his black hair. Childe, did you see that? You see, why don't you save me?

Like a lost child, he stubbornly searched for an outlet for catharsis, threw off his shirt, and with raging force, forced into her body.

"Ink ballads! ......He called her name over and over in confusion, his fingers moving from his smooth hair to his soft chest, like an out-of-control beast, indulging in a rage of possession.

The flames of war, the smoke of the beacons, the separation of life and death...... It's not as real as the warm and delicate body in his arms.

A fishy breath slipped from between her legs. Mo Yu arched himself in pain, his nails digging into the flesh, but he still bit his lip and refused to say a word.

Like a pour of cold water poured on his head, his persistent fanaticism was extinguished in an instant. He suddenly realized that he had made another mistake, and after so many mistakes, he had hurt her again.

"Mo Yu, you...... I don't know......" He quickly pulled across the quilt and wrapped around her skinny body.

"Get out!" She couldn't stop shaking.

"Mo Yu, forgive me, I want to marry you because I want to be good to you." His voice was like a low pleading.

"Get out!" The hatred on her face almost pierced his chest.

He slowly let go of his hand, and his face turned pale and pale. In the past few years of chasing and waiting, in exchange for the two of them becoming more and more apart. The bright eyes that he thought about day and night were now like bottomless dark pools, hollow and starless, and the dark pupils were motionless.

He burst out laughing, turned around and stumbled into the rain. He looked up in the pouring rain, and the water meandered down the curve of the side of his face.

How did they get to where they are today?

Where do you start to correct so many mistakes?

Is it to let the first lie, which is not malicious, not to be spoken? Is it to let the head of Sunset City shoot an arrow and not leave the string? Is it to let explanations and plead, not to stop because of ridiculous self-esteem? ……

Still, let the first four-eye contact in the vast sea of people not happen at all......