The clouds are also fluttering, and the snow is also fluttering, but I don't know if the clouds are drifting with the snow, or the snow is drifting with the clouds?

The rain is also a little bit, and the tears are also a little bit, but I don't know if it is red dust or no dust?

That's it! That's it!

Spring goes to autumn to acacia, autumn to spring comes to information no. People can't be resurrected after death, why should they worry about the word "hatred"?

You regard the "Blood Sword" as a treasure, but now you ...... Turning over and over, the plum blossoms fell secretly, not only on the blood-stained sword, but also secretly fell into your hard heart, a silent tearing sound, heartbreak! For the first time, you still care. Thou hast regarded the red dust as nothing. Thou hast seen the world as empty. You have regarded the world as a fantasy. There is no dust, no one has no love, there is a Zeng, there is dust, there is a person, there is love!

Since ancient times, there is a saying: "A man has gold under his knees". But you knelt down for the sake of the red dust. You have asked, "What are tears?" Now he is faint and salty, and his tears are free to "fly". You look up to the sky and roar, you don't believe in the gods, but you seem to be trying to move the heavens for your lover's life. But I didn't know that the flowers had fallen......

There is no return to the past, and the joy of the new life. An innocent baby, small, round and red-faced, about eight months old, not crying or making trouble, with round eyes and fanning eyes, revealing curiosity about the world. So innocent, so innocent, so pure! Tightly wrapped in swaddling clothes, moving from time to time, as if silently trying to break free from the restraints. You look away from your lover's gaze and look at the baby in your arms, so hateful! The innocent face smiled at you, unaware that you had quietly picked up your sword and slashed her in the face mercilessly. With the baby's piercing cry due to sudden pain, drop, red dyed red snow, snowfall, after a while, covered with "red snow", then dyed red, covered again, and was ...... "sea of snow" There was still a woman in red clothes, a woman who had long been out of breath, her gorgeous appearance still left an expression of "unwillingness", and the plum petals fell on her body, embellished with snow white.

Eighteen years later

"Hurry up and clean up." It was the housekeeper of Wufu who was scolding angrily, without a shadow. About forty years old, the thin and withered face revealed a faint gloom. And the slender woman who was cleaning on the side, silently accepted the difficulty of Wuying, what is not enough for outsiders is that this woman will be the daughter of Wufu, all the slaves know that Master Wu doesn't like this daughter, and named her: "Wuxi" is not the homonym of "Wuxi"? The scar on that face has grown a little bit longer with the passage of time. It is said that when she was ten years old, for some reason, she was burned by fire and the intact half of her face on the other side was not scratched by a scar. In the eyes of others, she is a young lady because she is too ugly and her mother died early, so she can't be hurt by her father......

A maid in her twenties ran over eagerly, with an ordinary face and a pair of extraordinary eyes. In the eyes of everyone, she is a smart maid who can speak well and knows how to advance and retreat, simple and cute, but she is a very scheming maid. Name: No frequency. (Note: The subordinates of Wufu all follow the master's surname) I saw Wufin panting and patting his chest and abdomen, and said to Wuying: "Shadow butler, the master let the young lady over." ”

"Got it!" Then he turned to Wu Xian and said in the same tone as if he were a subordinate, "Let's go!" He just nodded silently, gently setting the broom aside and following him.

Walking into the "Nian Xiang Pavilion", the faint fragrance greeted by you is not like the strong fragrance of the brothel woman, nor the pink fragrance of the woman in the boudoir, nor the oil fragrance in the kitchen, but like a natural and indescribable fragrance on the plateau. There are two rows of chairs on each side, milky white seats, two small square tables of mahogany separated by each other, and the two chairs in the center against the wall, which are pure black, including the tablecloth of the table, on which are placed two plates of fruit, which are changed every day, and a large unknown landscape is hung on the wall, and there is a very beautiful poem.

Taniguchi spring remnants of yellow birds are scarce, and Xinyi flowers are full of apricot blossoms flying.

Under the window of the bamboo mountain, I will not change the yin and wait for me to return.

No old man, the name is not Xinxin, a silver-white hair, with a man's hairpin, kind and kind is the first impression of people, the traces of the years have left bits and pieces on his face, tall man, no longer has the burly momentum of the year, some are just calm and quiet after tempering. He was always dressed in the same white, always sitting in the black chair in the center on the left, always commanding not to forget to clean the chair on the right, the chair that no one dared to sit on and no one wanted to sit on. Wu Yixin often stared at that chair, and today was no exception.

Wuying walked over softly and called softly: "Master, Miss is here." ”

Wu Yixin slowly turned his head, didn't look at Wu Xian, but asked lightly: "What should be done, did you do it?" Then he slowly picked up the teacup, gently blew off the heat of the tea, took a habitual sip, and gently placed it on the table.

"It's done!" The answer is no shadow.

Wu Yixin picked up the fan on the table and fanned it for a while, signaling to the housekeeper, and Wuyin would withdraw from the Nianxiang Pavilion willingly. It's as if everything is soft-handed and soft-spoken.

"Hate me?"

Wu Xian shook his head gently, his eyes were like stagnant water as always, and the white clothes that did not change like Wu Yixin, a simple head style, without any jewelry embellishment.

"You're not my daughter." As he spoke, he closed the fan and looked up at Wu Xin, who had a little reaction, and looked up at Wu Yixin, who continued to bow his head. "Your biological father is the prime minister of the previous dynasty, Chi Wai Yu. And your name is Chi Mo. You have been engaged to the current crown prince since you were a child. Now the emperor already knows your existence, and he will get married next month. ”

Listening expressionlessly, it was as if he was listening to someone else's story.

"Stand down!" There is no emotion in the old and calm tone.

Wu Raid slowly turned around and left, slowly picked up the broom that had been put aside by himself, as if nothing had happened, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves seriously.

Silence, silence, silence.

In the early autumn season, the leaves fall to the ground, and the dusk sunset is reflected on Wuxian's body, and he does not feel lonely.

Tomorrow and tomorrow are still there, where is tomorrow and tomorrow?

There is always a time when flowers bloom and fall, where is your joy and sorrow?

Has numbness become a part of your life?

In the magnificent palace, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair of the Ling Tian Hall kept blowing his beard and looked at the man in front of the palace. Seeing this, the queen on the side looked at the kneeling man lovingly, and looked at the emperor, "Your Majesty, although this marriage was decided by the emperor, the concubines thought that they had to see Chi Mo before deciding, and they didn't know if Chi Mo was qualified to be the crown princess...... The concubine felt that it was too hasty! After speaking, he didn't forget to glance at the kneeling man.

"Yes, father, besides, the son already has a favorite woman." It turned out that the man was the current prince - Chu Zhaoran. The gentle and elegant temperament does not lose the demeanor of the king, and the appearance is better than that of women, and he is worthy of the first beautiful man in Jinguo. The dancing spoon has passed, but it still retains the immaturity of childhood.

"Nonsense! I have announced it to the world, how can it be child's play? The marriage was completed on the third day of the first month of next month, and I have made up my mind. Step aside! ”

"Queen Mother's ......"

"This ......" looked at the prince's expectant gaze, but seeing the emperor's intolerant face, the queen could only turn slightly to break the emperor's shoulders. The emperor also closed his eyes as if he was enjoying it.

As the crown prince reluctantly withdrew from the hall, the emperor slowly opened his eyes, sighed softly and closed his eyes again.

When Chu Zhaoran returned, the subordinates hurriedly lined up and saluted in unison.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Chitose Chitose, Chitose."

"Little Guizi ......" said and walked into the hall without leaving a moment, and Xiao Guizi hurriedly followed.

As soon as he entered the study room in the hall, Chu Zhaoran suddenly stood still and turned around, and the little nobleman didn't dodge and hit it in time, "Slave should die, slave should die!" ”

"Now is not the time for you to die, does Wen'er also know what this palace wants to set up as a concubine?"

"Your Highness, it's Chi Mo! The emperor has already announced the world, and Miss Wen'er has no reason not to know! ”

"This palace will never stand up for anything"

"Chi Mo!"

"This palace doesn't care, anyway, this palace will definitely not make her a concubine."

"Your Highness, the emperor will not allow it! This Chi Moke is the surviving daughter of the prime minister of the previous dynasty, and Miss Wen'er is a fireworks woman after all, even if Miss Chi is not a concubine, Wen'er can't be a concubine! There is a way for the minion, I don't know if I should talk about it or not? ”

"Speak!"

"Your Highness, the slave thinks that His Royal Highness still married Miss Nachi, this princess can be sealed, can't it also be abolished? married this Miss Chi, first, she didn't let the handle fall into the hands of King Chen, and second, she obeyed the emperor's heart. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? ”

Chu Zhaoran looked thoughtful, "What about Wen'er?" ”

The little nobleman said with a sinister eyebrow: "Miss Wen'er will be handled by the slave, let her wait with peace of mind first, and then find a suitable time to create an identity for Miss Wen'er." ”

Chu Zhaoran nodded with a heavy face. As everyone knows, tragedy arises from this.

Red dust rolls off, red dust rolls off.

Out of nothing, out of nothing.

Why is beauty set off by ugliness and flowers set off by green leaves?

Why should we talk about our own happiness based on the suffering of others?

That's it! That's it!

Let the red dust roll, and fate will let it flow!

When you regret it, you will only be left with memories.

As the name suggests: the drunken hometown dreams of death, which is the place where the man's heart yearns for fireworks. There is a strong smell of copper in the gentle township. The laughter, the moaning, the eyes are full of affection, and I don't want to be just a show.

There are many metaphors for the talents of the past dynasties: fireworks women fly fireworks, and life is forced to fall into the dust.

I can't help but sneer, how many Du Shi Niang are in the land of fireworks? In this place, it is not known that many women are willing to become prostitutes. Laughing, drinking, and sleeping are the well-known "three compensations!" "How much gold and silver do ordinary people have saved in their lives with the "three compensations"? What else is there that can't be forced?

"Mom. Why hasn't Miss Wen'er come out yet? ”

"Ouch...... Isn't this the son of the prime minister, a big official? Ouch...... Wen'er, I'm not feeling well today, it's inconvenient to meet guests! ”

"Really?" I saw that the scholar next to Yan Gongzi gave the bustard a certain amount of gold, "Is it convenient now?" ”

"Ouch...... Look at what you said," the old bustard bit the gold on his back and said to Yan Gongzi with shining eyes, "I'm a girl, I have to be seen by the big officials to be comfortable." No? As he spoke, he took Yan Gongzi and walked towards Miss Wen'er's attic.

A beautiful piece of music came from the room, accompanied by a sad voice.

As the saying goes, the mountain is also high / not half of the lovesickness

Qin Yin life companion / Lou Kong Sihua full

Play the Acacia song/string column to break the bowels

Shh

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, accompanied by applause, "Miss Wen'er is worthy of being the Oiran of Jincheng, but I don't know who Miss Wen'er is so sad for?" So nerve-wracking? Haha......"

Wen Er, Jinguo Jincheng Oiran, ruddy cherry mouth, delicate and straight little nose, big and bright eyes, always playful, slender body makes people want to embrace the weakness. If it weren't for the looming Bo Sha, they would have thought it was the princess of which country, who would have thought that such a noble woman would be the red card of the Drunken Red Mansion? There was a close-fitting maid standing beside her, petite like her name, "Xi'er"

Wen Er thought about the future emperor, but the sound of the piano stopped when the door was pushed open. Wen Er got up elegantly, "Mom, my daughter is not feeling well today, and it is inconvenient to pick up guests." ”

The old bustard touched the silver in his sleeve and patted Wen'er's white little hand, "My good girl, people Yan Gongzi just knew that you were uncomfortable and came to see you. ”

"Miss Ke......"

"I'm still stunned about what to do, don't go quickly. A good girl, treat the big officials well. Mom went down first. ”

"Mother ......" Seeing the old bustard thief slipping away, Wen'er couldn't help but chop off her little feet and reluctantly sat down at the table.

Yan Gongzi sat opposite Wen Er with a smile on his face. "Thinking about the prince?"

"...... you" Yan Gongzi? Won't it be the son of the prime minister?

"The emperor has announced to the world that the candidate for the crown princess is the daughter of the prime minister of the previous dynasty."

"So what?"

"Doesn't Wen'er know that once the daughter of the prime minister of Chi becomes a concubine, she can't be abolished?"

"I don't expect to be a princess." What is this saying to me?

"Haha...... It seems that Miss Wen'er still doesn't understand what I mean, not only can't she be abolished, but she can't marry a concubine anymore. Unless you die. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just sad for Miss Wen'er, but it's not impossible for Miss Wen'er to be the crown princess?" Yan Cheng playfully played with the wine glass in his hand.

The Crown Princess? I? Thinking of this, Wen Er couldn't help but get up and look at Yan Cheng, and turned around in deep thought. "What's the solution?"

"I wonder if Miss Wen'er has heard the story of changing the tanuki for the prince? Now let's exchange a tanuki for the princess. As far as I know, except for the people of Wufu, no one knows what Chi Mo looks like. ”

Wen Er's calculating face flashed, and she leaned towards Yancheng in a soft voice, "What are the conditions?" ”

Yan Cheng's lewd hand probed directly into Wen'er's underwear......

Provoke a room of incense powder!

When night comes, Wuxi Pavilion is always very quiet and quiet. Wu Xian looked at himself in the mirror in a daze, gently stroked his burned cheek, and then gently stroked the edge of the scar, and tears also flowed silently with the godless eyes. At this moment, in addition to her silent disgust with herself, she also silently asked, "I, what did I do wrong?" What exactly is being done wrong? Heaven wants to do this to me? No attack, no attack, no joy, princess? Hehe...... It's just another cage that makes people laugh. A long life, salty and hateful. Noisy and earnest whispering, crying lowly, who's crying? Dazed and followed, and married in a daze. Cheche Yu smiled, and Mo Mo admitted his fate. ”

"Knock knock knock ......" knock on the door, Wu Xun hurriedly wiped away his tears, walked over to open the door, and was infrequently.

What is she here for? "Is there something wrong?"

"Can I go in?" didn't wait for no reply, he walked in by himself, "It's pitch black, what are you doing?" ”

Wuxing walked over lightly, watching Wufeng sitting at the table by himself, pouring himself tea, and drinking with Erlang's legs crossed. In the light of the moon, but it looks weird. "Is there something wrong?"

"This faint moonlight is just right to cover your disgusting face. Are you alone in the room? ”

If it doesn't matter, ask knowingly, why should she ask again!

Wu Xun patiently repeated, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Huh! It's nothing! My lord arranged for me to be your dowry maid, but I didn't want to. Wuxia, who was indifferent, put down his teacup and approached Wuxian, "You don't care!" Look at your ugly face, tsk...... It must be the life of staying in the cold palace, isn't it? ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Let's switch places! Like what do you want, are you worthy of being the crown princess? You came to be my personal maid, I seem to have wronged myself, but I am magnanimous and allow you to be my personal maid, and I will be the crown princess, how about it? ”

Is it ugly? Wu Zheng looked at the arrogant Wupin in front of him steadily, and nodded stunnedly.

"Count you as acquaintances. That's it, okay! I won't bother you, rest early! ”

Looking at the back of Wupin's excited departure, Wuxing breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe that's for the best.

"Little Guizi, how is it?" Chu Zhaoran, who was expecting the news from Xiao Guizi, asked eagerly.

"Back to Your Highness, the minions have already been ordered. It's just weird......"

"What's weird?"

"Miss Wen'er said that she has a way to become the concubine of His Royal Highness, as long as the master is married with peace of mind. The minions don't quite understand either. ”

"Oh? Really? That's great. ”

Everything began to run, the gears of fate began to start slowly, and I believe that good people will be rewarded in the end!

End of Chapter 1*