Holding the seven-sided golden lock in his hand repeatedly, Sishuang's thoughts were not in the lively Lingxiang Pavilion.

Every time the relics left by her mother flashed, she seemed to hear the command of a ghost in white to look like a man and a woman.

"Seven Kills are out to complete your mission. Kill—"

She chuckled in her heart.

Qiu Yue entered the door lightly: "Sister, the Yalan Hall has been temporarily arranged for Gongziyu." He's waiting. ”

Sishuang hurriedly let go of her hand, and the golden lock hung around her neck, just long enough to go deep into the collar and not be easy to see.

"Okay, I'll go over now. She whispered to Qiu Yue, "Childe's side, but it's all arranged? Don't be discovered by anyone." ”

Qiu Yue nodded: "Sister rest assured." The medicine was taken and the door was locked. The Imperial Official's pulse has stabilized a lot. It's absolutely safe to recuperate here. ”

"That's good. ”

Before going out, Sishuang looked at the sad face in the mirror and smeared two coats of grease powder on her face to make her face more rosy.

The order to kill seven was issued again, but it was so coincidental that it caught up with the unsuccessful opportunity for Ye Shiyu to go to sea. Although Sishuang is a chess piece in the game, he can't see through the foggy chess game.

Although it is said that the Seven Kills Chess never makes false moves and kills with moves, no matter what, she has to protect Ye Shiyu and protect the child who has been ruthlessly hurt.

She told herself.

The voice of the white-clothed ghost sounded in her ears: "Go and kill—"

Sishuang covered her ears, not daring to listen or think.

This order, but don't, don't have anything to do with Ye Shiyu anymore.

Gongziyu had great luck today, and went to Lingxiang Pavilion with a group of Gongzi brothers to listen to a song, and happened to meet Miss Sishuang's listing, so she didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money and specifically ordered her. It is not easy to invite the most famous girl in Ling Xiang Pavilion. Logically speaking, Gongzi should be happy.

The green-shirted woman finished the song, but he was depressed. The sound of the piano is always beautiful, feminine and tactful, like a bouquet of flowers shining on the water. But for some reason, it seems to be very empty.

The other boys were already drunk. Gongzi has a heart, and the cup is repeatedly played with in his hand, but he can't send it into his mouth.

"Does Gongziyi have something on his mind?" Sishuang hugged the qin and came to his side. Today's she is slightly different from the past, the tiredness at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows can't be covered by exquisite makeup, although she is accompanying Gongziyu, but her heart flies away for a moment from time to time, and she doesn't know where she went.

"Huh. Gongziyu stretched his waist and made a casual appearance of nothing, "Looking at the whole Fenglin City, who else can be as idle as my Gongzi? ”

Sishuang remained silent, adjusted the strings, and played another song. The notes are sparse and falling, and they all hit Gongzi's heart one by one. This time, it is difficult for him to express his thoughts about the deceased beauty, and he continues to drink in one sip.

"What kind of tune is this?" asked Childe, "I haven't heard it before." It's so sad. ”

Sishuang said in a low voice: "It was once made by the son of the turnip, called "Remote Mail". ”

"Ha!" Childe snorted and said with a straight face, "It's Turnip Boy again." Cui Ning also likes the turnip. What's so good about him? During the Jun'an New Monarch Ceremony, I went to Jun'an City to see him. Ye Shiyu is an old fat ball, with a wide and fat body, sloppy eyes, and inconvenient mobility, why do you women like him?"

Sishuang listened, and was very disgusted with Gongzi's evaluation of the imperial official, and couldn't help arguing a few words: "The imperial official is not what you say. ”

"Hehe," Gongzi reached out to hook her chin, and Sishuang smiled and gently dodged away, "Miss Sishuang didn't hear that he likes to smoke soul smoke." It can destroy people's minds and bodies, sometimes they have a great appetite, eat incessantly, become fat into a ball, sometimes they are thin to the bone, depressed, and thin into a hemp stick. I really don't understand what you women like about him, is he a good skin, and even if he had a good skin, he would have been ruined a long time ago. What do you like about him? Cui Ning always mentioned that he was full of poetry and writing talent, and how many words he wrote. Well, she seems to like that. I also helped her collect books. But Ye Shiyu has long stopped writing and ink. His whole body was ruined by the smoke of the soul. ”

No, Sishuang thought in her heart, it wasn't Soul Smoke that destroyed him.

Gongzi's expression began to drift away again, and she continued to nag. Today, he drank a lot of wine, and he never left Miss Cui's family.

Sishuang vaguely remembered that Gongziyu had passionately pursued Miss Cui's family, but it was a pity that the heavens were not beautiful and took away the pretty woman in her prime, so he missed it so much and hid in Lingxiang Pavilion to have a drink?

So, Sishuang stroked the piano again, and the key was more tortuous and mournful, like a cuckoo crying blood, especially the tail note of each segment falling, like a small hook hooking Gongzi's rough heart, he seems to have never been so sad. Sishuang didn't tell him that this track was also made by Ye Shiyu, but it was not circulated to the outside world, because this piece is very private, called "Dead Wife", the third and fourth sections of the song change the key, simulating the waves coming and going one after another, like a dead soul coming with the wind, scattered affectionately, and passing away with the wind.

"Alas, Miss Sishuang, let's change it to a little song that is faster. Gongzi fell drunk beside Sishuang, pretending to beat the chopsticks, following the rhythm and rhythm of the piano, his arms swaying in the air, very poetic, but in the end, he had too little ink in his stomach, although there was wine to help him and the accompaniment of the piano, he couldn't recite a single word of poetry, let alone compose poetry, and after thinking about it for a long time, he could only pat the table: "Good! good!"

Sishuang responded: "Then Sishuang should fill in a Mulan tune for the son." ”

"Good, good. He threw away his chopsticks and sighed again, "You women, you really like to recite poems and paint casually." ”

As she spoke, Gongziyu only felt that she was too sentimental, and she shook her head and wanted to dispel her thoughts about Miss Cui's family: "What are you talking about Cui Ning." Hi. It's really unlucky. By the way, has Miss Sishuang seen that?"

"Which one is Childe talking about?"

"Hey, it's just- well, 'that'. Seeing her puzzled, she estimated that she hadn't had time to show Sishuang her skills, so Gongzi was busy bringing an empty wine glass and commanding Sishuang, "Come, fill me with wine first, and give you a beautiful trick." ”

Sishuang smiled gently, her jade fingers were slender, and she filled her wine glass.

"I don't want to show outsiders this trick. Gongzi saw that a few fox friends around him were already drunk, crooked, falling down, looking up to the sky and shouting to the sky, singing in harmony with other singers, and only Miss Sishuang was by her side, giving her a trick, not too high-profile.