On the night of the full moon, someone reached a gray agreement that you know and I don't know about the monarch and the teachers of heaven and earth, and this agreement will quietly change the situation of Dacheng for many years to come.

Someone smashed the yard and thought about the moon but couldn't figure out what was inferior to the family and daughter, and they didn't come up with a reason when they thought that the sky was white.

And Shi Huan, the daughter of Shi Huan, who has something to do with the above, also didn't sleep well, and they were all specious dreams. The man in the dream, with a slightly drunken sense of alcohol, whispered in her ear, "Huanhuan......"

Huanhuan...... Huanhuan...... One by one, gentle, intoxicating, gentle, conniving, desperate, tearing hearts and lungs......

The scene changed rapidly, but it was like a thick autumn fog, and nothing could be seen clearly, only a faint white back, mixed with bright red color, standing within reach, but it was out of reach after all.

It's like a mirage.

When I woke up, I felt a cold sweat. After that, he slept unsteadily, tossing and turning in half a dream and half waking up until dawn.

It's a foggy day.

Visibility was extremely low, and I could barely see the threshold of the courtyard when I stood under the porch, and after standing outside for a while, there was a wet layer on my eyelashes, cool.

Hanyan stood in the yard with a frown, holding a wooden basin with washed clothes in it, complaining that the clothes were going to dry again in this ghost weather.

At this hour, she should have gone to Fu's house.

When asked, it was said that Lin Jiang had something to do today, and he sent someone to deliver a message before dawn in the morning, saying that he was out of the city.

So, Hanyan got a day off.

Katayu came in with a box, saying that a child had been sent to the door, and explained that the eldest lady must open it herself.

The dark red wood is carved with many flowers from the other side. The legendary flower on the Yellow Springs Road.

The box is not big, and there is a copper lock that is not locked, but a piece of red paper is pasted. The red paper is still there, intact, which means that no one has opened it.

There is a ...... Perfunctory enough.

Hanyan lost the clothes in his hand and trotted over and snatched it over, "Slave and maid come ......"

Like an old hen protecting her cubs, "How can you let the young lady open the things sent by unknown people?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and tore the red paper, and opened the box with a "click".

Amazed.

Some puzzled, he handed it to Shi Huan, "Miss...... Be...... It's a red bracelet...... It's weird that it's good-looking, but it's a little dirty. ”

A small piece of red rope, the weaving technique is very exquisite, and there is a drop-shaped gold pendant hanging on it, which is small and exquisite, and it is very familiar.

The last time I saw it, it was still hanging on the wrist of the girl who acted without permission.

The red rope is still the same red rope, but it's a little "dirty".

The dark brown stain, soaked in the thin red rope, spread all the way to the gold pendant.

"Miss, who sent this? How do you send such a dirty rope that looks like it has been used? Hanyan stretched out his hand and wanted to take it, "Let's wash the slave...... I don't know who it is, send an old one......"

On the side, Pian Yu's brows furrowed.

Only the simple smoke did not see it, it was not dirty, it was ...... Bloodstain.

"I don't have to wash it." Shi Huan shook his head, threw the bracelet back into the box, and ordered lightly, "Just keep it like this, and bring it with you when you go back to the imperial capital." "The girl...... A piece of heart, look at the wrong payment.

……

Autumn fog is heavy.

Outside the city, there was nothing to be seen on the lake, and the whole painting boat was shrouded in it, as if it were ethereal in the clouds.

A private room on the third floor is taken care of by Rong Xi himself on weekdays, and others are never allowed to enter. Recently, there have been people living in it, and even the food was brought in by Rong Xi himself, and the person has never even shown his face, whether it is a man or a woman, a person or a ghost, no one has ever seen it.

It seems that he has been injured in the past two days, and Rong Xi will send bandages and wound medicine into it every day.

Due to today's weather, there are not many guests on the painting boat, most of the girls are idle, gathered in the hall on the first floor, chattering, playing the piano, and one or two, preparing a plate of melon seeds to sit on the guest seat and follow the sound of the piano while humming the melody while sipping melon seeds, so leisurely.

But one of them quietly raised a finger, "shhh......hhh

Playing the piano, chattering, and swallowing melon seeds, Qi Qi stopped his hand, stopped his mouth, and quietly stretched his neck to look out, and saw Rong Xi pushing open the room on the third floor.

"Who the hell is it...... I've lived in it for a few days, and I haven't even shown my face. ”

"Xu is Rong's mother's old friend? Hey. After speaking, his eyes wandered, and he exchanged an extraordinarily ambiguous smile, "In the past few years that I have followed Rong's mother, I have never seen her get close to any man, but she has pursued a lot...... But she doesn't seem to look down on anyone. ”

The girl on the side nodded her forehead, coquettish, "You dead girl wants to eat the board......"

Another person answered, "Look at the food brought in, it doesn't look like a girl's meal, it should be a man's ......."

The following is quietly discussing, three women in one play, this looks like they can build several plays, almost relying on the brain to make up, just make up the first, second and third versions of the story that Rong's mother and the cream Xiaosheng and the handsome uncle have to say......

And upstairs.

The protagonist of the story doesn't know that he has lived such a wonderful life in the mouths of the girls.

Rong Xi pushed the door and entered, and reflexively closed the door.

The room was dimly lit, and the windows were still covered by heavy curtains, and the only light came from a small cluster of faint candles behind the screen. It has a faint medicinal fragrance, not strong, mixed with vague blood.

Rong Xi walked behind the screen, put down a plate of dim sum and a small bowl of balls, looked at the man sitting there as if he was in a meditation, and said softly, "Let's eat." ”

The man didn't move, and asked, "Something, sent over?" "The voice is low and good, like the sound of a precious guqin, with the vicissitudes of historical precipitation.

"Hmm. Sent it over. Rong Xi picked up the small porcelain vase and a roll of bandages left in the tray, walked to the side of the bed, looked at the pale and bloodless girl lying on the bed, and shook her head slightly, "You ......"

One word came out, but the rest was swallowed back, lifted the thick futon, changed the wound medicine for the girl on the bed, looked at the wrist that was obviously cut off by a sharp weapon, and sighed, "Why did she act without permission, you should know best." You...... Such a heavy punishment made her so self-...... "such a proud person" in the future.

The man in the candlelight slowly raised his head.

The eyebrows are upright, and the jaw line is hard, like the hand of the heavens holding a carving knife and carefully carving it stroke by stroke. He looked at the broken candle in front of him that was so weak that it was about to go out, and his voice revealed a murderous ridicule, "If someone else is changed, she won't be able to come back that day." ”

"If your skills are not as good as others, how do you want to deal with yourself?"

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