On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the seventeenth year of Hongxiao, the side pavilion of the fire moth theater can already see the extraordinarily bright moonlight. The horizontal and vertical streets of Chang'an are only left with the echo of playing more lonely.

Ding-ding-ding-dangdang, the weather is dry, be careful of the candles.

Purple Moth looked at the quiet scenery downstairs, and felt for a moment that Chang'an City, where merchants came and went incomparably bustling during the day, was also a bit like the tranquility by the West Lake back then.

A house at the corner of the street is still lit with a lamp, and the figure of the textile lady is vaguely reflected...... Haw...... The sound of the loom reverberates in the middle of the street.

The purple moth turned and sat in front of the bronze mirror, drawing his eyebrows one by one.

The big red phoenix crown was wrapped around the body, and the purple moth untied its coiled hair, which actually flowed down like a waterfall, and instantly covered the ground around the purple moth. It is immeasurable length.

The firmness of her brow was frozen in the moonlight of that night, heralding the amazement that she was about to sing like a thorny bird.

Even if there was a long and boundless silence after that, even if there was still no one to pick up in that boundless silence, she was still, about to jump down.

As he pondered, there was a gentle knock on the door of the moth's room. The purple moth opened the door, and when she saw the person coming, she naturally smiled: "Senior brother." ”

"Well, Zimei, what's the matter with calling me so late?" Diesheng is still personable.

"Senior brother, tomorrow is the last play I sing in the troupe, can you accompany me to practice tonight?" As she spoke, the purple moth had taken out an equally bright red garment to put on for Diesheng.

Diesheng pondered for a moment and nodded. The water sleeves danced in time.

"Sister Xian, I miss you, you are drowsy and eat waste."

"Brother Liang, I miss you, I wet my clothes with tears in my dreams."

"Sister Xian, I miss you, pick up the pen and forget the words."

"Brother Liang, I miss you, pick up the needle and forget the thread."

"Sister Xian, I miss you, you are not dressed properly and have no psychology."

"Brother Liang comes, I miss you, and I'm afraid of the sunset at dusk."

"Sister Xian, I miss you, don't want to go to sunset one day."

"Brother Liang, I miss you, I don't want to think of the rooster crow any night."

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Diesheng was about to sing, but the purple moth stopped, staring at Diesheng with affectionate eyes, Diesheng was stunned, but saw that the purple moth's clothes had fallen to the ground layer upon layer, she was like a water lily, blooming in the middle of the year. Dazzling and shining.

The scattered hair is entangled all over the place, like a knot for a long life, and no matter how you can't find a head to untie it, so you just want to hug it tightly with your body, so that you can melt into each other's fate, and there is no more ......

When Diesheng woke up, the purple moth was no longer in the room, he sat up with a slight headache, and saw a strand of hair wrapped around his left hand, densely wrapped around most of his palm, and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

It's just that Diesheng didn't know that in the few hours he was sleeping, the moth had already turned his face with the purple moth. And because of these few hours, everyone's fate has taken a sharp turn.

Many years later, the moth still felt that the moth's calmness was as chilling as madness.

"Purple Moth, you're putting the entire Fire Moth Gate to death."

"Qingmei, what do you mean?"

"You are the woman of Duan Yanjia, the leader of the Martial Arts League, but now you are messing with the class master, the alliance mainly knows that you are not a virgin, and it is difficult to ensure that you will not be angry with the entire Fire Moth Gate. The emperor also attaches great importance to this marriage, because we were invited to Chang'an by the emperor from the West Lake, and marrying the alliance leader represents the court and the rivers and lakes, which is beneficial to the martial arts of the imperial court. Now you have been willful, but you have ruined this great plan. Don't you think you're selfish? ”

"Moth, I have my own way of doing things, and I don't need you to teach me a lesson."

"Measured? Your sense of proportion will kill the entire troupe, and even cause war! ”

"Moth, you, hey, there's something you don't know."

"I don't know, but I know that there is only one way to save the troupe now, and that is for me to replace you as the wife of the alliance leader, so that the world can be peaceful and the prosperity continues."

"No way, what Duan Yanjia likes is me, and it's a dead end for you to go to the theater troupe. But it's better for me to gamble on his love for me, maybe it won't be enough. ”

"Zi Moth, why, since you want to marry someone surnamed Duan, why do you want to rob me of a butterfly!"

"Moth ......"

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the seventeenth year of Hongxiao, the alliance leader's mansion and the fire moth tower were all lit up early. As soon as the auspicious time arrived, the dressed purple moth was helped into the sedan chair by the bride, and the entire streets and alleys of Chang'an City were all happy, and even Diesheng's face was filled with an unstoppable smile, which made the moth who was hiding on the side feel strange, it stands to reason that if Diesheng likes the purple moth, the purple moth should not be so happy when he marries, and if he doesn't like the purple moth...... Could it be ...... The moth remembered the conversation with the purple moth this morning, and suddenly looked at the butterfly in disbelief. It's a pity that the scene was too enthusiastic, and no one noticed the appearance of this little episode.

The sedan chair arrived safely at the alliance leader's mansion. The bridegroom returned to his bedroom after a few sums of entertainment.

Unveiling Xipa, a pair of newcomers looked indescribably happy and moved.

"Purple Girl ......"

"Senior Brother ......"

But it was this call, and as soon as he was dressed in green clothes, he broke into the door and stood in front of the two of them. The voice began to tremble without knowing whether it was excitement or fear: "Sure enough, sure enough, I guessed right." Diesheng, you are actually the leader of the alliance! You are acting this scene for the court to see. It is to make the imperial court think that it has married the rivers and lakes and neglect to take precautions. And then ...... Wait for the opportunity again...... Oh my God, this is a big conspiracy...... You ......"

After listening to it with a solemn face, Zi Mo immediately laughed instead of being angry, and only said coquettishly: "Senior brother, she knows about it." ”

Diesheng also said softly as if coaxing his wife: "Then there will be no way to keep a living mouth." ”

"You ......" The moth retreated in a panic, but was blocked by the purple moth's sleeve arrow and lost his life.

"Someone's coming." The purple moth said alertly.

"If it is discovered that the moth is dead, the Fire Moth Gate and the Wulin Alliance will inevitably clash." Diesheng can always analyze the consequences of things, but it is up to the moth to make a plan. Purple Moth turned her mind and said to Diesheng: "I have a way, senior brother, to carry her to bed." Just as Diesheng wrapped the moth in the quilt, the purple moth coldly stabbed a sword at Diesheng, and before Diesheng could react, he was torn off the human skin mask by the purple moth when he spun. The people who heard the movement in the living room happened to arrive, and when the purple moth saw this, he deliberately made a gesture: "Diesheng, you don't want to escape, now that Duan Yanjia is dead, as long as I get rid of you, why don't I have a bright future." ”

The people who didn't know the situation were shocked when they heard this, and when they looked at the bed, they saw that the quilt had been oozing blood, and they wanted to come to the wedding night, and the only one who liked the bed was the groom. Everyone was shocked for a while: "Purple Moth, you dare to kill the alliance leader, and dare to be unfavorable to the Fire Moth Gate, you don't want to leave here alive tonight." ”

"Hmph, I only blame this butterfly for being too tricky, my skills are not as good as others, and I am willing to bow to the wind, but how can I die in the hands of you moths if I want to die." As he spoke, a water sleeve stretched out from under the red sleeve, hitting the red candle in the new house, and the flame licked the bed curtain, and the house suddenly burst into flames, and everyone dared not approach. Only Diesheng, who had only come back to his senses, was stunned and squeezed out a few words: "Zimei, you ......"

"Let's go. Let's go! The purple moth tried hard to look at Diesheng, but couldn't help but show some affection. Diesheng looked at the woman who finally married today, and remembered the joke of the purple moth that day: "If the purple moth also dies like that mountain uncle, I wonder if the senior brother is willing to jump into my grave like Yingtai?" I couldn't help myself for a while, so I just said, "No, I'll accompany you." To die and die together. ”

"You still have big ambitions, are you willing?" The fire grew bigger and bigger, and when Purple Moth saw that Diesheng's mind seemed to be turning, she took the opportunity to push Diesheng out of the door and quickly closed the door.

"I didn't expect that we still can't be together, let's go!"

Purple Moth turned her eyes to look out the window, and she only felt that time had never been so peaceful. The stars in the night sky have never been so dazzling.

She looked at it, and the water sleeve shook off with her temperament:

Senior brother, the moth, was originally rushing towards the bright firelight. Senior brother, senior brother, don't be sad......

"I miss you when my gut breaks."

"I miss you crying all the time."

"You want me to come, I miss you."

"It's hard to be reconciled in this world."

"In that case, I bid you farewell."

"Brother Liang, you look like this, I ......"

"I can't die in your house."

"Brother Liang, don't be frustrated, ask Brother Liang when he will come after saying goodbye tonight."

"Come home and come to see you, if I die short-lived, I will never come, if I have unpredictable lengths and shorts, go to Huqiao Town to erect a tombstone."

"Set up a tombstone, set up a tombstone, Brother Liang, you carved two pieces of red and black, the red one engraved with my wish Yingtai, and the black one engraved with you Liang Shanbo, I can't be married to you during my lifetime, and I have to be a pair with you when I die.

Beam...... Brother ......"

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"People only know that the two masters of the Fire Moth Gate are extraordinary, but they don't know that the skills that our master taught us back then are the best we learned is light skills. So then I desperately escaped at the last moment when the house collapsed.

The fire didn't kill me. But I couldn't use force anymore, singing, or even meeting people, in fact, I didn't know what I was trying to escape for that time.

But later, in the eighteenth year of Hongxiao, Diesheng's identity was still exposed, and the fire moth theater was ordered to be burned down by the emperor, and it was the original theater that was to be burned, that is, the fire moth door was destroyed. Speaking of this, the purple moth looked at the red moth, and his eyes were full of love: "You only entered the fire moth gate not long ago, and you met the old lady in your hometown who was sick, so you returned home and escaped this catastrophe." The red moth nodded, and the purple moth continued:

"In fact, most of the people who went to the theater troupe at that time were heroes with unique skills. The prosperous era in the eyes of everyone is the blood and tears of those orphans of the previous dynasty.

It's like this, it's the same in every era, and there are some unwilling people who are always fighting.

If they are defeated, they are cowards. If he wins, he will be a king whom all generations will admire.

Frog Moth was originally from an official family, so she couldn't understand our approach, she just wanted to protect herself, but at that time, I just wanted to protect Die's life, thinking that only then would he have the opportunity to display his ambitions.

Hehe, I think, maybe this prosperous era is too stable, and we have the obligation to create a chaotic world, otherwise those people are full of fat and refuse to move.

And now, I am no longer the willful and reckless purple moth, I just want to be here to atone for our sins in this prosperous world. Because of our temporary love for children, the whole rivers and lakes are short of breath. Too young, too young after all.

But if I do it again, I will be unwilling to fight again. Oh, at that age, how can you be willing.

Speaking of which, "Ten Lovesickness on the Terrace" and "Butterfly" are just a fold in Liang Zhuzhong, when our opera troupe divided each play into several folds to sing, often there was no beginning or end to the scene play, only the most brilliant and touching part.

I think that my life is just an excerpt, my joys and sorrows, the world is shocking, and thousands of favors are all melted into that play, that fire. There is no longer a need for endings. ”

The red moth clearly saw the pilgrimage in the purple moth's eyes.

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I still seem to be able to see the water sleeves stained with flames dancing in the sky, and everyone on the stage is singing their own housekeeping words. The rhyme of the six dynasties, the joys and sorrows, the dense turns overlap illogically, bright, stubborn, ethereal, and real. The storyteller Zhang quietly told his granddaughter that that was the real sound of the fire moth. I heard that the fire burned half of the sky red, and the night did not fall for three days.

Until the fire was extinguished, the earth-shattering sound of those moths seemed to be faintly coming out of the stage, and then slowly swinging back.

Babbling, I'm a woman, and my life is like this. Jun is a husband, and he is so affectionate.

……

I'm a woman, not a man.

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It turned out that the purple and red were all over the place, and they all seemed to be paid to the broken wells.

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"Such a big fire", Lao Zhangtou always had palpitations when he repeated it, "Such a big fire, how many people watched the corners of this troupe all on the stage, and they couldn't squeeze it out, and it was also a loss to the fire moth door, that skill, so flexible." Awesome, awesome. You didn't see it, and the eyes of those who watched the excitement at that time were straight. ”

"And what happened to the Fire Moth Gate people in the end?"

Lao Zhangtou was silent for a while, and then shook his head: "Alas...... It's gone, it's gone. But the strange thing is that after the fire, the theater was completely destroyed, but the fire moth team, not to mention the scorched corpse, did not even find a single bone. ”

The crowd was stunned. They all exclaimed.

The red moth listened in the crowd, constantly wandering in and out of it. She knew very well who had buried the bodies of the fire moths under which pure land. Because every year during the Qingming Festival, strings of white paper money float on the land where there is no monument. It's just that this legend seems to have something to do with him, but he is just a spectator after all.

When the red maple fell, the red moth began to miss the purple clothes that had been submerged in the fire of the years, and missed the vigorous prosperity that she had not yet started.

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