Lu Gongzi turned his face away suddenly, not daring to look at the unguessable emotion in her eyes.

"Does Mr. Lu know why people outside do this to me?!" she raised her head, her voice faint, "That kind of Danqing really makes Yan'er full of praise." ”

"Aren't you angry that someone made a portrait like that to discredit your reputation?"

"Angry?" she tilted her head, as if unable to understand the meaning of the word.

"Why should I be angry?"

"Girls should be angry when they encounter such a thing, no matter how bad they are, they shouldn't be as calm as you. ”

"Yes, there's a woman who's really angry. Would you like to hear a story about her?"

I don't know how to get up, one whispers, the other listens quietly.

It was an ethereal story.

Zhang Qingyan, who is in the prime of cardamom, is as bright as the autumn moon, and Fang Fei is charming, walking slowly, and can't help but sigh in the painting.

She completely gave up trying to get her mother's attention, just because she was blinded by another boy.

Dressed in the clear rain, the thin fabric was tightly adhered to the skin, the woman's Miaoman's curves were fully displayed, and the eyes of the passers-by around her became more and more obscene.

Some of the women couldn't stand it, so they came up to her, advised her to go to the pavilion to hide from the rain, and even saved an oil-paper umbrella on her side.

Zhang Qingyan laughed in return, noncommittal.

In just a moment, the originally clean and neat clothes were stained with mud.

Zhang Qingyan tightened his clothes, looked at the peach blossoms on the tree being beaten by the rain, his face was unbearable, and the wide silk scarf was spread under the tree.

That's better!

Her cultivation is not high, and the water spirit root caters to the rain. The rain was good for the monk of the water spirit root, so she let it go, not wanting to explain anything more.

"This flower is beautiful!"

Raising his eyes, the two looked at each other, and a delicate and handsome face came into view.

For the first time in her life, she knew what it was, a glance for ten thousand years.

A pretty pink face blushed raw,

"Yes, is there something wrong?" she heard herself stumbling as well

It's like the heartbeat of a drum.

The young man lowered his head, and the three thousand green silks were tied to the top by a hairpin with a green jade texture, leaving only a few strands hanging down on his forehead, smiling and smiling without saying a word.

That year, she was in the age of peach and plum, and the young man was only a weak crown.

After ten years of acquaintance, the boy has already entered the foundation, and the girl is just practicing qi.

Every time I look at the young man's face, I always can't stop sighing. With such a handsome face, even the years seem to be extra merciful to him.

After entering the foundation building period, I can already maintain my face without age, and I will not be weathered!

"You're so pretty!"

The white fingers lingered on the other party's facial features, outlining his appearance one by one, as if he wanted to imprint the other party's appearance in the bottom of his heart.

Beauty, whether it is a girl or an old woman, is a moat that cannot be crossed.

Although she is a single-line water spirit root, she has always been weak. At that time, her mother saved her by destroying the birth, which not only hurt the mother, but also hurt herself as a fetus, and her congenital stunted development led to an unstable foundation.

Coupled with the torture of my mother day after day, my body has not been well regulated, and I can only rely on my efforts and epiphany to cultivate.

The young man smiled helplessly, and grabbed her in his arms,

"The word pretty belongs to girls, and I still prefer to hear you praise me for being handsome. ”

After finishing speaking, he used his hands together to fan the flames on his delicate body, looking at revenge for the other party's playful words.

Zhang Qingyan swayed left and right, and some couldn't dodge.

"Hehehe," the silver bell-like laughter trembled as Zhang Qingyan laughed in his arms.

"Will you always like me?" she asked.

"Of course, I've only liked you for the rest of my life. He slowly tightened the force of his hand, and gently and reverently dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm going to marry you!"

Zhang Qingyan saw the deep affection of his father and mother growing old together from the other party's eyes.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter.

Time flies so fast, the cultivation of both of them has made further progress, and Zhang Qingyan no longer has to worry about his old age, and he seems to be happy.

Apart from

One inexplicable day, the spring palace picture of himself and the boy suddenly became a picture book in everyone's hand.

From a delicate and charming woman to a street rat that everyone shouts and beats, it is only a matter of an instant.

But just then, the boy was gone.

She walked into the City Lord's Mansion in embarrassment and locked herself in her room for more than half a month.

Unexpectedly, what I had to face next was the real bloody storm.

Warm, fishy blood sprayed on her face, and her mother, who had been beaten and scolded for years, lay in a pool of blood, her eyes split.

"Let's go, let's go!"

It was obviously so noisy, but she clearly heard the sound of the other party's weak mosquitoes and flies.

Zhang Qingyan looked at the long sword that was only a foot away from her, piercing her mother's body.

Pierce in, pull out, pierce again, pull out again. The sound of the sword cutting through flesh rang out again and again as he moved.

The young man in front of him, standing with a sword, was still that familiar face.

More than half a month later, he finally reappeared.

Scarlet blood bloomed plum blossoms on his snow-white robe.

With one last draw, he took out the white handkerchief he had given him and carefully wiped his sin-stained sword.

"Are you sad?" he squatted down, as gentle as ever, slowly wiping the blood stains from the other's face, and whispering like a lover. "But,"

"I'm sadder than you!"

"Why?" she asked.

"Why?" I don't know if he was poked at a sensitive point by the other party, his eyes were undisguised hatred and disgust, and his face was hideous,

"Zhang Qingyan, this is what your family owes me. ”

Zhang Qingyan was silent, the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he fell to the ground suddenly. The water elemental wandered around, and even the weather was affected by it, and it began to rain heavily.

Only this time, there was no longer a clear sky for her because of the boy.

"Zhang Qingyan," he chewed on the name carefully, his voice hoarse, like a broken gong,

"For a moment, I really wanted to live with you for the rest of my life. ”

Zhang Qingyan smiled,

It's a pity that I forgot to ask at that time, is it this life or the next life?

The other party didn't seem to be willing to let her go, and using the wealth and status of the lord of the city as bait, the young man aroused the ambition of every monk in the city.

The father was arrested and put in a dog cage.

Every monk who came to the Castle Lord's Mansion could humiliate him to the fullest, and come to see how this so-called Castle Lord turned into an ant that everyone could step on.

She saw her lover riding on her father's back, going around the city over and over again.

She was forced to watch, and her father's resentful gaze was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, knocking her over and over again in the middle of the night.

There was another sound of a sword piercing through flesh.

Finally, she learned about her father's life with her own hands!

Then it was her turn.

However, tomorrow or the accident, I don't know which one will come first.