"Prosperous things scatter the fragrant dust, and the flowing water is ruthless and the grass springs. The east wind complains about the birds at dusk, and the falling flowers are especially like people who have fallen from the building. ”

The flowers in the Zhaoyang Palace, which are like spring all year round, are all over, and even the snow plums that bloomed in previous years have died.

The lonely corridor, dimly lit and crumbling. Not to mention the palace people who held the lamp, even the vitality of the living people in the entire palace disappeared.

The biting cold wind broke in through the unobstructed doors and windows, pushing the beaded curtains in the house "rattling".

"Who's pretending to be a ghost there?! When you see this palace, don't hurry up and see you! Although Lin Wanrou's words were firm, her tone was trembling.

She sat trembling in the devastated hall with her legs crossed, her eyes squinting and looking out in horror.

However, it was nothing more than her fantasy about the wind.

The palace people who heard the news fled, some of them stole the jewels of the concubine, and some of them robbed the concubine's clothes, gold and silver, and even pots and spoons.

The prosperity of the night is over, and the people go to the tea and cool.

Lin Yunrou was aware of the danger early on, and from the moment she saw Huayan, she prepared to escape from the palace. But whenever she stepped out of the Zhaoyang Hall with her front feet, someone followed her with her back foot, and those people's eyes were full of hatred and ill intentions, and she could vaguely see the sharp knives hidden in the cuffs of those people.

She also wanted to shout for help, but when she looked up, she saw that her surroundings, and even the people in the entire palace, and even the Queen Mother, were all hidden enemies with hatred.

These dense crowds formed a wall one by one, and day by day they approached her, and gradually she began to have difficulty breathing, and there was no way back, so she had to give up the struggle completely.

She gradually understood why these people existed, and why they were slow to attack her.

They are all waiting for a person, painting faces.

She began to fear and terror all day and night, waiting for death to come.

Tonight's palace was particularly lively, but her heart gradually calmed down, and she finally knew that Huayan was coming to her.

The door was slammed open again, but this time, it was not about the wind.

Lin Yunrou raised her head in surprise and looked out of the dark door, she knew that the person was coming, because she smelled the fragrance of apricot blossoms that she was all too familiar with.

She brushed away the mess and slowly stood up, trying to see more clearly what had become of the face that had made her jealous and hated the most.

She stared in that direction with wide eyes, until the red shadow did indeed flash on the beaded curtain, her cheeks trembled slightly, but she suddenly laughed miserably.

She pointed to the faint red shadow that was getting closer, and sneered, "You really did it?" ...... You're not human at all! ”

A glimpse of the cold light appeared, and the bead curtain broke at the waist.

The red shadow finally appeared completely in front of Lin Yunrou's eyes.

"You're right, I'm not human, not from your time." Hua Yan raised her eyes coldly, and smiled smartly, she lazily dragged her steps forward, "Sometimes, even I suspect that I am just a soul-like place, just a shadow, without a soul. What is projected on me is nothing but what happens to you. Fortunately, at this time, I met you. ”

Lin Yunrou was stunned for a long time, she couldn't understand what Huayan said, she asked in a panic: "What do you mean?!" ”

"Because, because the projection you gave me was ruthless and cold-blooded, it was naturally much easier when I started it." It can be seen from the confused eyes of the painted face that she began to fall into the infatuation just now.

Lin Yunrou stepped back in horror, trembling uncontrollably, and she herself didn't know whether she was there because of the cold or fear.

"What do you want to do?!" Lin Yunrou couldn't help but exclaim, although she was mentally prepared, but when she really had to face all this, she still didn't have enough guts, she always overestimated herself.

She was amused by her words, and she laughed wildly, and the laughter was poignant, sharp and bitter, and the smell made people creepy.

Hearing this, Lin Yunrou's scalp was cold, she had never heard anyone laugh like this. She was shocked again, with her years of knowledge of painting faces, this crazy, gaffe woman in front of her was by no means the smart, witty, and self-controlled painting face she knew.

I saw that Huayan slowly raised his steps again, "My father was killed by you, and my mother was also killed by you, yes or no?" She laughed wildly, cold and crystal tears, like a string of pearls with broken threads, kept flowing down her soft cheeks, and she asked repeatedly, "Is it?" ...... Isn't it ......" She moved her steps slowly, and every move was like a thousand-hooked hammer, hitting Lin Yunrou's head in her heart. Lin Wanrou's thin body was tightly pressed against the wall, and she trembled and stretched out her fingers: "Don't come over...... Don't come here...... You're not human at all, you're a ghost! I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you! ”

Lin Yunrou aimed at the half candle in her hand, grabbed her teeth and danced her claws and waved it in front of Hua Yan, still chanting words in her mouth, "Nan no Amitabha, Nan no Amitabha, heaven and earth gods, help me subdue demons and subdue demons!" ......”

Hua Yan approached her step by step with cold eyes, brushed away the 'weapon' in her hand with one hand and slapped her in the face fiercely, "This palm, return it to Xinqiao," and the second hand is another palm, "This palm, return it to my sister." ”

Lin Yunrou sat down on the ground, stroked her red and swollen cheeks, and cried and begged for mercy: "Please, don't hit me, don't beat me!" ”

The hand raised by the painter gradually fell, and he stopped.

The desire to survive prompted Lin Yunrou not to be arrested. She was smart and immediately knelt on her legs, hugged Huayan's legs, and begged for mercy: "Eighth master! Eighth Master! I beg you, remember the old days, and forgive me! I have no father or mother since I was a child, no one to discipline me, and I have struggled to survive under the oppression of my aunts, so I am stubborn and untaught, and I am ignorant! Please let the eighth master read the tenderness in Wan is forgivable, save me from death! ”

Is the painting face soft-hearted?

It doesn't seem to be.

She was indifferent, she didn't hear Lin Yunrou's affectionate repentance at all, she slowly pulled out a short knife from her cuff, cut the long hair on her forehead, and said in a daze: "Your eyes, shouldn't you give them back to me?" I've heard that you've exchanged my eyes for a lot of tonic with ghosts? ”

Lin Yunrou's body instantly stiffened, she bounced away as if she had been shocked, and she saw a terrible face, spasmodic and pale.

She knew that no matter how much she said at this moment, it was useless, she glanced at the direction of the door, and quickly turned her head to stare at Hua Yan tightly, and at the right time, she threw the hot wax red candle on the ground towards Hua Yan's face, and when she counterattacked, she quickly escaped from the Zhaoyang Palace.

She stepped barefoot on the wet corridor, she felt a burst of unprecedented freedom, she felt that she had escaped the death threat of Huayan, escaped the suppression of the queen mother, escaped the emperor's desert, she felt unprecedented happiness!

She looked up suspiciously, but she didn't know where she had arrived in her hurry, and in the darkness, the road disappeared, leaving only a strange empty pavilion in front of her.

She looked around blankly, it was pitch black, and there was nothing to be seen.

Am I dead too?

"Haha......"

The man's mournful laughter again.

In the confusion, the enchanting red shadow was getting closer again, and she couldn't seem to get rid of her.

She's not human...... She's not human......

Lin Yunrou grabbed her hair frantically, and even her scalp was ripped off.

The posture in which she held the knife remained the same, and she was still smiling, almost madly laughing.

Lin Yunrou was forced to retreat step by step, and her instantaneous feeling was quickly swallowed up by fear.

She misses that feeling so much, like when she was a child, she secretly bypassed her father's stern gaze in the study and ran to the backyard to find her mother to accompany her on the swing.

The swing is shaking, shaking, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, the spring breeze blows, the warm sun wraps the body, carefree......

"Daughter, come...... Come to my mother's ......."

Lin Yunrou suddenly turned around, smiled happily, and shouted as she chased forward, "Mother, where are you?" ...... Mother? ”

While shouting, he was still running happily, but he unknowingly hit the railing in the pavilion, and his feet slipped, and the whole person fell into the air outside the pavilion!

Hua Yan suddenly stopped his steps, reflexively picked up the shawl on his shoulder and shook it, tying Lin Yunrou's right leg.

Lin Yunrou woke up from the illusion, looked back, and saw that Huayan had actually rescued herself, and was happily calling for help from her, but she saw Huayan put her hand expressionlessly, and as soon as her feet were loosened, the whole person fell quickly!

The red gauze obscured the view of the painted face, and she didn't see the relieved smile that Lin Yunrou finally fell under the pavilion.

The darkness all around suddenly became clear due to the arrival of snow, rockeries, dead trees, streams, pools, everything appeared in an instant, or rather, it was all there at all.

Her eyes were drawn by another sight, and in the gap covered with snow, a bright plum blossom proudly appeared, and the plum blossom stood proudly, as if to announce to the world that the world is the only one!

Hua Yan suddenly woke up from the magic barrier, she recalled everything that happened tonight in a panic, the psychedelic sound, the confusing blood, she threw down the sharp knife in her hand in fear, and touched her stiff cheek tremblingly, "Who am I?" ...... Who am I? I'm not painting faces...... I'm not painting ......."

"Yan'er?" Liu Che'er suddenly appeared behind Huayan, and he seemed to have been observing her for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?" He approached with concern.

Seeing Liu Che'er, she suddenly retreated and laughed wildly, "Dad, mother, sister, Xinqiao, your revenge has finally been avenged!" Don't worry, I'm here for you! ”

After saying that, Hua Yan quickly turned around, crossed the fence, and jumped down! Like a gorgeous and enchanting butterfly fluttering and falling.

The prosperous past dissipated with the incense dust, and failed to leave a trace, the spring grass is green every year, and the flowing water passes mercilessly. At dusk, the birds complain in the east wind, and the falling flowers are still like the people who fell from the building.

Hua Yan vaguely remembered that at the moment she fell, in addition to Liu Che'er's cry for help, the wonderful sound that had been hovering in her mind all night sounded again.

Only this time, the lyrics were fulfilled in her.

The night is gone, and the dawn is coming.

In this war, who in the end was reborn and who fell into hell?