It's really a pot that can't be opened. Wang Xu coughed lightly twice and returned the salute in embarrassment.

"Now that the New Year has passed, let's start saying goodbye."

The three of them sat back in the room. Qiu Youzijing picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for Wang Xu and Aji. After drinking a few times with each other, Miss Zijing's cheeks were slightly red, and she asked curiously:

"My lord! Forgive the maid for being ignorant, this dumpling is from Bashu? Any story? ”

This stopped Wang Xu. In my impression, the custom of eating dumplings originated from the winter solstice. Finally, it was the New Year's Day. I heard my grandfather say that eating dumplings during the winter solstice will not frostbite your ears. It seems that dumplings are filled with mutton.

Seeing Wang Xu frowning, Ah Ji thought that her husband was unwilling to tell the story, so she hurriedly helped:

"Beloved! The concubine also wants to hear it. Let's talk about it. ”

If it were him, the mutton would drive away the cold. Aji knows the way of medicine, and he may understand. But at the moment, it is pork, and it is also a standard pork and cabbage filling.

Wang Xu's thief's eyes turned around a few times, and he said nonsense:

"Uh... Dumplings are homophonic with sleeping. It means that you can sleep well after eating dumplings, uh... Your health will be fine. Hehe... Huh..."

What about a good story? Aji's expectant eyes were immediately replaced by disappointment. Half a second later, the girl looked at Wang Xu suspiciously. He knew too well what his husband's smirk meant. It's like this every time I flicker her. However, Qiu Youzijing listened very carefully, and seemed to have the charm of pondering these words.

"Could it be that this dumpling is prepared for the New Year? Sleepless... Go to bed... Well! The meaning is the opposite. ”

Wang Xu was stunned. I saw Qiu Youzijing nodding from time to time, expressing affirmation. I think it's incredible that what he casually makes up can be understood so reasonably. I really admire the woman's brain circuit.

"That's right! Right! The people of Bashu are not tall, but they don't sleep well. That's why they eat this dumpling during the Chinese New Year. ”

It seems that the short stature of the people in the land of Bashu is not the reason for this sloppiness.

Soulmates are hard to find. Qiu Youzi bowed his head slightly, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. Wang Xu's face was full of shame, and he took the wine and drank it all. Ah Ji didn't understand at all what the inevitable relationship between dumplings, sleeping and growing tall. She looked left and right in confusion, looking at the two rao's expressions. It seems that only she doesn't understand yet.

Since they were so sure, the girl didn't bother to think about it. So, he picked up a dumpling and put it in Wang Xu's dish Zheng

"Then the beloved man will eat more. Maybe tomorrow morning, when the lover wakes up, he will be taller than the concubine. ”

I felt a stab in the chest. Wang Xu smiled in response to his wife's kindness, picked up the dumplings on the plate, and immediately put them in his mouth, Zheng's bulging cheeks immediately distorted the smile on his face. As a husband who is shorter than his wife, it has always been a pain in his heart.

After three rounds of wine, the dishes have five flavors, and half of the time has passed. Wang Xu yawned, with a tired face. It has long been a habit to settle down on weekdays. Suddenly staying up all night can't lift your spirits. I don't think back to the later generations, how pleasant it is to hang out during the New Year, and a group of people gather around to rub mahjong. Thinking about it, he squinted his eyes, supported his chin with one hand, and fell asleep.

At the end of the distance, there are still five hours left, and the process of keeping the year seems extremely boring. After Ah Ji and Qiu Youzijing put the leftovers on the desk into the kitchen, the two tiptoed up the stairs to the second floor.

The main hall downstairs is very spacious, and the innermost is the main seat, with a wide low table. The three of them sat here for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. On either side of the hall are two slightly larger wooden tables, which are four guest seats. The arrangement is somewhat tight, and the structure of the "product" glyph is formed between the main position. In the middle of the hall is a brick fire pit. There are no traces of jet black on the surface of the bricks, and it seems that they are only used as decorations.

Inside the fire pit is a copper basin with burning charcoal inside. A layer of white charcoal ash is attached to the surface of the charcoal. The dark red firelight, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, reflected the sunken fire pit as if it had life. The occasional dust kicked up is like the white breath exhaled by people in winter.

At this moment, Wang Xu, who was sitting on the main seat, slowly drooped his head, and the arm holding his chin was also difficult to bear. The lamp on the desk glowed faintly. The charred black twist seemed to be sleepy, and it slowly deviated towards the side of the pottery bowl filled with soybean oil.

Half an hour later, the light began to brighten in the dimly lit main hall. Oil lamps were lit, and a series of flares lined up on the low tables of the guest seats. The reflection of the oil lamps swayed on the walls on both sides, and the atmosphere in the room was beautiful.

"Dang!" The clash of gold and iron rang out.

Hearing this crisp sound, Wang Xu opened his eyes in a daze. The hand holding the chin curled up and rubbed his sleepy eyes. At this moment, there was another crisp sound, and Wang Xu was startled and looked ahead.

The side near the door was dim, and the light faintly outlined the two women through the red pillars. Due to his position, the light was too bright, and Wang Xu couldn't see the situation in front of him clearly. Listening to the sound of the blades colliding from time to time, he couldn't help but get nervous.

Could it be that Ah Ji and Qiu Youzijing fought?

Thinking of this, Wang Xu suddenly stood up. At the same moment, two women in bright red dresses stepped out of the dim shadows and staggered into the hall. The two women held their swords in their right hands, and the blades of the swords were raised. The long sleeve hem looped around the wrist of his left hand and hung down to his side. The dangling red silk fit together with the sleeves that were stretched out on the ground. With the woman's light steps, her clothes fluttered, like a blood-colored waterfall.

Qiu Youzi quietly faced Wang Xu, and the lotus step moved lightly. Her steps were very good, as if she was trying to cooperate with Ah Ji, who was moving backwards by her side. The copper swords were steadily overlapped together, occasionally colliding, making a crisp sound.

"Hell!"

On the big night, two women dressed in red suddenly appeared. The image of that terrible ghost is really terrifying, and Wang Xu is horrified.

Because he was walking backwards, Aji was frightened by him, and he fell to the ground.

"Hate... The concubine has been preparing for a long time. If a lover is not good-looking, he knows how to make trouble. ”

The girl's resentful gaze came, Wang Xu put away a frightened expression and scratched her head in embarrassment.

It turned out that the two were dancing.

"Uh... You go on. ”

"If the concubine doesn't dance well, the adults are not allowed to laugh. I begged Zijing for a long time before she was willing to teach me. ”

Aji's words made Qiu Yuzi uneasy for a while.

She was born in a female Lu and is a dancing girl, and she is good at dancing and serving people with long sleeves, which is an inevitable thing for survival. However, after entering the secret spy department, the woman hated her past identity from the bottom of her heart. Even if you dance well, what can you do? The status of a slave is nothing more than a plaything in the eyes of others.

She wants to forget about the past and completely dissociate herself from the place where she killed her sister. Dance music may be regarded as something elegant. However, as a dancing girl, the woman understands that this elegance is based on vulgarity.

After drinking some wine today, I was interested, and I was very puzzled why it was always difficult to refuse Aji's request. Maybe she misses her sister too much, she occasionally sees Ziyun's shadow from Aji's body.

The woman's heart was pounding at the moment. She didn't want Wang Xu to misunderstand, so she taught her wife and daughter the vulgar singing and dancing.

"My lord! The name of this dance is "Wu", which is the first of my great Zhou martial arts. It should have been contrasted with the sound of bells and drums, and the dancing girl then carried out the dry hammer to hit each other to show the fortitude of this dance. Now it's inconvenient, please take care of it. ”

Therefore, this martial dance was chosen to use the martial arts king to defeat the martial arts and praise his achievements.

"Well... Good. You perform. I watched. ”

Wang Xu clapped his hands as a sign of encouragement.

Then, the two girls danced. Looking at Ah Ji's clumsy dancing, Wang Xu was very moved, his eyes shifted, and he looked around. The flickering lights of the hall reminded him of the days when he lived in a cave with a girl. After hearing the "joke of lighting the lamp", he promised Aji that he would fill the cave with oil lamps, as if he were sleeping above the stars at night. But later, I don't remember it.

At this moment, the scene is full of emotion. Wang Xu's eyes couldn't help but turn red. Aji must have remembered.

watched the girl step on her long sleeves from time to time and staggered back. From time to time, he panicked because of the disordered dance steps, imitating Qiu Youzijing's dancing. There is no distinction between the movements of the left and right hands. After a dance, Ah Ji didn't look at Wang Xu in the process. From beginning to end, that serious appearance evoked Wang Xu's memories of the past several times.

People have lived for a long time, and they are used to seeing the glitz of the world and the ugliness of the human heart. I may be reminiscing about the purest beauty of the past. The people and things in the memory will be whitewashed by their own feelings, and they will develop in the best direction. Eventually, engraved in the bottom of my heart. You don't need to look into the real results, just remember the good feeling at the beginning... That's enough.

At the end of the New Year's Celebration, the three of them returned to the second floor together, greeted each other and went back to their rooms to rest. Wang Xu slept in the study, while Qiu Youzijing and Ah Ji slept together and slept in the couple's bedroom. Half an hour later, Qiu Youzi lay on his side on the soft collapse, looking at the direction of the window in a daze. Aji lay behind her, her hands curled up on the woman's shoulders.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice, and the wooden box under the windowsill was illuminated in jet black. The smooth surface of the lacquerware reflects the moonlight onto the woman's face. She seems to have something on her mind, has trouble sleeping, and occasionally blinks. Soon after, Qiu Youzijing gently flicked the fist on his left shoulder. Aji squirmed behind the woman a few times, and then put his hand on it again. Qiu Youzijing sighed softly.

"Hey! Is your husband sleeping on his side like this? ”

Obviously, this is a habitual action. Imagining Errao's sleeping appearance, the woman only felt ridiculous. felt that Wang Xu was sleeping with the girl on his back. Shouldn't normal couples sleep in their arms?

She pursed her lips and pulled Aji's hand away. Unexpectedly, after a while, the other party probed again. Qiu Youzijing was very helpless. She doesn't like people touching her left shoulder. Because there was a scar there, which was the mark of the captivity.

She then rolled over and faced Aji. The girl slept soundly, as if in a dream, and occasionally the corners of her mouth rose to reveal a shallow smile.

"You, why is he crying?"

When dancing, Qiu Youzijing kept paying attention to Wang Xu with his spare eyes. She was curious, how could such a resolute martial dance make him cry? Could it be that Wang Xu is a remnant of Yin Shang, so he has such a reaction? But judging from his age, such a reason is too far-fetched. The Shang Dynasty has been dead for nearly 600 years, and who will be nostalgic for the past and the present? Qiu Youzijing was looking forward to the end of the dance, and Wang Xu would be able to respond, so as to dispel the worries in his heart.

She didn't want the other party to mistakenly think that she was helping to find her lost sister in order to please him, so she deliberately taught her wife these things. In Qiu Youzijing's expectation, at the end of the performance, Wang Xu would be very happy or praise a few words. But the man was crying, clapping his hands as he had done at the beginning, and then saying that he was sleepy and went back to his room to rest. Qiu Youzijing was a little confused. What exactly does clapping mean? If you think you dance well, shouldn't you shout "color"?

Or don't think about these troubles, as long as Madame is satisfied. Misunderstanding, misunderstanding.

At this moment, Qiu Youzijing tilted his head, feeling cold on his neck. She got up slightly, and put Madame's hand on her shoulder back into the bed. Maybe it was when he got up, the cold air burrowed into the bed, and Aji curled up even tighter. Like a baby, put your hand on your cheek. Qiu Youzijing gently moved back, leaning on the head of the bed. Then, he pulled the quilt and wrapped Aji tightly.

The light reflected by the lacquerware wooden box shone impartially on Aji's face at this time. Qiu Youzijing looked at the girl dotingly, gently brushing away the scattered hair on her forehead, her hands... Suddenly froze.

It's just that when the fingertips swept over the hair, they inadvertently touched it, and there was actually a rough touch on the smooth skin By the moonlight, Qiu Youzijing leaned over to take a closer look, and there was clearly a perm mark on Ah Ji's left forehead. Although the scar has faded and is difficult to identify, it can be vaguely discerned that the scar is a slender line.

In the silence of the room, the woman could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

Thump... Thump...

The voice grew more and more urgent. She closed her eyes and folded her hands. Begging for mercy, this time... Not a coincidence. The girl in front of her is her sister who has been separated for eight years, and she doesn't know that she is called Qiu Youziyun's sister...

She took a deep breath, unbuttoned her shirt, and slipped her right hand into her undergarment, carefully touching the brand on her left shoulder. Qiu Youzi closed his eyes tightly and held his breath, as if he was focusing all his thoughts on his fingers. Engrave the humiliating word "slave" in my heart one by one.

Then, she trembled and stroked Aji's forehead. Over and over again...

In his sleep, Aji seemed to feel the strong expectation. His dreams also changed. Originally, only she and her husband Errao had a sweet dream, but suddenly there were three more sisters. They stood in the distance, waving at Aji. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly, I could basically tell them from their height. The tallest woman in a white dress is the eldest sister. The second sister was wearing a red wedding dress and seemed to be preparing to get married. The third sister was wearing a pale pink dress, covering her face with one hand, while the other hand kept pointing at her.

Aji was quite surprised by the third sister's behavior, and the other two sisters were waving at her. But only the third sister was pointing at something. The maiden ran forward, trying to see what they were. But seeing that the third sister was even more nervous, her fingers kept moving parallel and repeatedly.

Oh! She seems to have forgotten that there is still her husband.

Ah Ji turned his head to look to the side, and saw Wang Xu running with a bloody long sword.

"Where does the beloved go? Is it to go with the concubine to see your sister? ”

Wang Xu didn't respond, walking like a fly, faster and faster. The girl tried her best to catch up, but she couldn't keep up with the other party's speed. When Wang Xu ran to the woman in white, a sword suddenly pierced the other party's abdomen. In a flash, he bypassed the woman in red and stabbed her sword into the chest of the woman in pink. After the second skirt was lowered, he put the blood-stained long sword against the neck of the woman in red, bringing out a blood mark, looked at Ah Ji who came over, and whispered in the woman's ear:

"Next, it's her."