"Red Whisk and Red Sleeves, both have a 'red' character, Master Shijian, you must like red very much!" Huo Lanyuan coughed several times and spit out several bloody phlegm.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ahhhh......h Ahh

Shi Jian first called softly in disbelief, and then roared when he confirmed that the blood-stained, wide-eyed head belonged to the Red Sleeves.

The roar lingered for a long time, hovering all over the dark passage, as if it could lead from the beginning to the end.

"Commentary...... Uncle Shi?" Xuan Yi was originally blocked from his entire body, and he could only see a black thing rolling towards the corner.

This time the interpretation covered his head and went crazy, but more parts of the corner were exposed.

It turned out that the black thing was a black silk entwined with a head.

The face, the same face. Slightly powdered, eyebrows clear. I'm already a little old, so I have wrinkles. But the muscles and bones are exquisite, bright and moving. I think when she was young, just by smiling, she could beat her daughter and Shaohua.

Blood fell on the corners of her mouth, as if she had touched her lips.

Think about how many princes and nobles spent a lot of money just to spend the Spring Festival with her more than ten years ago. Red Sleeves and Siluo have jointly supported the glory and fame of the night sky.

But her temperament is very similar to Shen Qingjun, and when she fell in love with someone, she was determined to be alone with him. She doesn't love celebrities, she doesn't love her son, but she falls in love with a romantic traveler who is drunk today.

Yan Xingyun caught hundreds of fireflies for her, smiled faintly, and said that he gave her the sky full of stars, and asked her to "exchange gifts".

She made a promise for the rest of her life.

He also made a promise, saying that he would carry a sedan chair to marry her.

Red Sleeves believed.

In the ninth year of Wude, on the day of the vow, she made a wedding dress for herself, stood in the corridor that never sleeped, covered her red hijab, and waited for a man to come and hold her hand.

But except for the sneering eyes of the crowd coming and going, she didn't see anyone who said she would marry her from morning to night.

She took it seriously.

He broke his promise.

Red Sleeves complained about Yan Xingyun for two, three, four, and even five years. But after a long, long time, she just hoped that the man would come back and take her hand again. Catch the fireflies for her.

It doesn't hurt if you don't have eight sedan chairs.

Red Sleeves saw his own shadow on Xuan Yi's body, and Yan Xingyun's shadow on Shen Qingjun's body. will have a lot of persuasion, hoping that the two will not repeat her mistakes.

She didn't know where Yan Xingyun had gone, and she didn't know why he had abandoned her. But she also knows that although men are romantic by nature, they have never deceived her from what they say to what they do.

Now his whereabouts are unknown, just because he has more important things to do. That's more important than her. Therefore, Yan Xingyun was willing to give her up.

Just like Shen Qingjun was willing to give up Xuanyi.

Red Sleeves looks at the wrinkles at the ends of his eyes and forehead every day, and he will be uncomfortable for a long time. What if he comes back, but she gets ugly?

What if Yan Xingyun is still like that, but she has aged a lot?

Red Sleeves lamented, and after endless waiting, even the delusions seemed to have been sinned. She was angry with him, resented him, hated him, cursed him, and now, she only hoped that he was well.

"Where will you be in the Tang Dynasty?" red sleeves put on makeup against the copper mirror, appliqué yellow. She asked herself that every day.

In this way, she wandered into the night. has never been married, and everyone else sighs that she is extremely stupid.

In the long wait, Red Sleeves also felt that Yan Xingyun had returned. He came to Chang'an, to the night sky, to her window.

In retrospect, it seems that in the days before and after the demon took her life, she had seen a monk standing under her window for a long time. As far as the eye could see, it seemed to be her bedroom.

At first, she thought it was the monk, Shen Qingjun's sweetheart.

But there was no need for Genyi to do this, and Red Sleeves was not narcissistic to this extent. She just wondered what the monk's purpose was.

He was silent. Rain or wind, he came for days.

She didn't dare to open the window, for fear that Huang Liang would have a dream, and after waking up from the dream, she would be more attached to the scene in the dream, and she would never wake up from a long dream.

"Yan Xingyun, where are you?" Red Sleeves insisted that the person was not him, but he was also standing at the window, looking at him. As long as he stood, she looked at him as long.

Then one day, he didn't come.

The red-sleeved chief breathed a sigh of relief and patted his heart.

Sure enough, it's not him!

But the itching on his face turned out to be tears falling again.

The red sleeves were muddy, and Shen Qingjun was married. She looked at the big red wedding dress and secretly described the scene of her marriage.

But the earth-shattering changes were immediately connected, and Shen Pingru was wanted for "rebellion".

The 169 members of the Shen family, including Shen Qingjun, were all beheaded. The heads of Shen Pingru, his wife and daughter, and his son were all hung on the city wall.

The sky fell before night.

Red Sleeves squeezed into the crowd, looked at the heads of familiar people on the city wall, pantothenic acid in his stomach, and vomited immediately.

She looked carefully again, and suddenly found that the head on the city wall was not Shen Qingjun's, but another woman similar to her.

Red Sleeves was a little conflicted, she was a little relieved, but she was also a little more frightened. She knew that the matter of this tanuki changing the prince must be inseparable from Huo Lanyuan. Now Shen Qingjun must have been hidden somewhere in Chang'an by this person.

I want to save her, I want to find out the news.

Red Sleeves hid in a hidden pavilion that never sleeped, thinking about how to help Shen Qingjun get out all day long.

But one day, Huo Lanyuan found her first. He had a sword in his hand. The name of this sword is "Red Whisk", and it is Yan Xingyun's sword.

"You ......"

"Redsleeves, you've waited too long for him. I'll take you to him. Huo Lanyuan said this, his eyes narrowed. It's extremely cold and chilly, and it's creepy.

After speaking, the red whisk came out of the sheath.

Red Sleeves only felt a sharp pain, and his body was uncontrollable, and his eyes darkened.

“...... Well, I'm tired of waiting. She didn't know if she had said it.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Shi Jian scurried around, like a child who had lost a treasure.

His eyes were red and swollen, and he shook his head vigorously.

"I live up to the world and the righteousness, but I only lose her in this life. I put her at the top of my heart, but I still failed her. ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors