The man stood there and watched the woman cry and hurry, and the woman burst into laughter and laughed loudly, like a silver bell, making the dark night so gentle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm a lowly person, and I'm not worthy of love!" the woman snatched up another glass of blood-like wine and drank it down.

"My sister will always be a noble thing in my heart, unattainable!" said the man, his eyes gentle and tender.

"I was sold to the Qinglou since I was a child, and I had to force my face to laugh, and life was worse than death! But I had to live, to live for men! I hated men, because they ruined me, they defiled me! I want every man to die! Because they are close to you, and they possess you because of your beauty!" the woman shook her glass.

"I'm not!" the man said.

"Of course you are not, you are the only one in this world who has true affection for me! I will never hurt you!" said the woman.

"Maybe there's someone else who has real feelings for you!" the man added.

The woman was silent, and put down her glass and stopped drinking.

"Do you know where I came from?" the woman asked suddenly.

"I don't know, I don't want to know, because it's painful! I don't want my sister to be in pain once!" said the man.

"You should know that you may be the only one who knows! When I was sold into the Qinglou, I was wrapped in a yellow robe with words written in blood! I was worse than dead since I entered the Qinglou, and I was bullied by men, but I want to live! I want to know what the words on it mean! Are they related to my cruel parents, they don't love me, they can kill me! Why throw me in such a place and endure bullying wantonly! I will learn to read and write, learn music and rhythm, and learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, until one day I can understand the words!" The woman finished speaking in one breath, and the man just listened quietly without saying a word.

"That is really my life!" the woman began to drink again, and the wine was her painkiller, and she had to live on it.

The man could only clench his sword and clench it again.

"A vicious father, a father who abandoned me since childhood!" The woman drank several more glasses, and the man snatched her cup from hers, and let the woman struggle in every possible way, like a wild beast, and the man was grabbed and beaten by the woman, and in a moment several blood marks appeared, and his white clothes were stained red with blood, and the red was the same color as her wine!

"Let me have a few more dreams! I have been so miserable, can't I dream once?" the woman was angry.

The woman fell silent after a moment, her eyes blurring.

"This is my mission!" the woman seemed to be talking in her sleep, and suddenly her head tilted to one side and fell asleep.

The man picked up the woman and entered the room, put her on the bed, covered the woman with a futon, and slowly withdrew from the house, standing aside with a long sword in hand.

"She's asleep at the wrong time!" the man said into the air.

"I don't want to see her! I just want to see you, I just want to ask you a few questions!" a figure floated down, fluttering like a ghost, and the short sword in his hand was cold.

"Just ask!" said the man, placing his sword in its sheath.

"Is all of this, all of this a conspiracy of yours!" the man with the short sword was Leng Xiaoyun.

"When!" the man said.

"Han Feixue, Bao inquire, the desert wolves, Mengchengzi and Yu Wanlei were not killed by you!, and then frame me all of them!"

"I didn't kill any of these people you said!" the man stopped drawing his sword.

"You're a shadow!" Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"No, I have never killed in the open, without disguise, and no one can escape my sword!" the man said, and his form dissipated.

Leng Xiaoyun hurried into the room, only to see a loose futon, and no one else could be seen.

Feifeng Villa is empty, those carved beams and painted walls, rare flowers have long been decayed, all of this is telling the decay here, things are not people, Feifeng Villa has no phoenix, only the remnants of bricks and tiles tell the prosperity of the year.

Leng Xiaoyun searched alone, looking for the person he saw last night, but as he expected, he found nothing! The man told the place where he was looking for the truth, but he still didn't find the truth here!

He wanted to see her, but he didn't want to see her!

As for her, he didn't know how to face her, and he didn't know what to say to her, after so many changes, he felt that they were strangers, so strange that they seemed to have never known each other!

He doesn't seem to know her at all, maybe the only person who knows her is Meng Jianfei!

Maybe you should leave a distance between each other, so that you can be hazy enough with each other, so that you won't get too close, so that you won't find out the bad between each other, and you won't hurt each other!

He searched for it, not letting go of every tile, but he was disappointed, and found nothing, and the man seemed to be joking with him!

"There is no one in this Zhuangzi anymore!Who are you looking for?" an old man came from a distance.

"You are the person of this Zhuangzi! I just want to know where the master of Zhuangzi is now!" Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"Well, it is rumored that the master of Zhuangzi is dead!, and the people of Zhuangzi have long since run out!" the old man sighed.

"This is for you, maybe you can make the rest of your life worry-free, can you tell me some of the owner's past!" Leng Xiaoyun took out a few silver tickets and stuffed them into the old man's hand.

"I was originally the person of the Zhuangzi, for the owner of the village to manage the flowers and plants, the owner of the village is named Duan Ziyan, is a rare beauty in the world, the person who wanted to see this girl had trampled the stone slab of the Zhuangzi!" The old man was very happy when he saw the silver ticket.

"How long has this Zhuangzi been built here?" Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"It's been ten years, ten years ago, two people suddenly came from Dali, a woman is extremely beautiful, a man is handsome and handsome, these two people build this village together, and then I was recruited into this village to manage flowers and plants!" the old man said.

"Originally, this village was not built by one person, why did I hear about that woman alone, and there was no news of that man!" Leng Xiaoyun asked.

"Ten years ago, not long after the village was built, the man died violently! The owner of the village was so sad that he built a portrait of this man on the first floor for him, and the owner of the village must go to this building every night!" said the old man.

"Can you take me with you!" Leng Xiaoyun said anxiously.

"Only this building is often haunted! It is rumored that this building is often haunted by ghosts in white, and no one dares to enter except the owner!" the old man led him downstairs and did not come forward.

Leng Xiaoyun entered the building, searched carefully, and found that there were many murals hanging on the wall, but only one was empty!

Leng Xiaoyun already knew it in his heart, and walked out of the building and asked, "Can that man's sword glow with blue light!"

"Exactly! it doesn't seem to be ordinary!" said the old man.

"Then why is it decaying!" Leng Xiaoyun asked again.

"It's the same as its prosperity, it's also because of one person, Lord Gong!" said the old man.

"Gong Wang Ye doesn't know why, one day suddenly visited this village, and he fell in love with my village owner, unless she didn't marry! This owner of my village will not disgrace this body with Gong Wang Ye, Feng Pan Golden Branch, how did I expect my village owner to be confused by a person, go away with that person, and then want to marry a flower child! Gong Wang Ye was angry, punished in this village, everyone in the village was implicated, fled from this village, incognito, never returned to this village; I am old, I will not do anything else except raise flowers, and I can not escape from other places, so I build a small house next to him, and live alone!" said the old man.

"One person is confused!" Leng Xiaoyun laughed, but it was more ugly than crying.