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Seeing Liu Laobustard retreating, Long Xiangjun smiled with satisfaction.

Then he pulled out a wooden chair beside Bei Tongxuan and sat down.

"General Bei, Long and you can be said to be familiar at first sight, and I want to have a good drink with you if I say anything today. Long Xiangjun's face showed a feminine smile, and he looked very familiar.

"Come, bring me the best wine and food in the Peony Pavilion, today I will not get drunk with General Bei!" he said to the subordinates on the side.

Liu Laobuxing stepped on broken steps and walked towards the smoke-like room.

She walked slowly, slower than she had ever been.

In the past, it was a distance of dozens of breaths, and it took her half an hour to live.

But she herself couldn't understand why she was walking so slowly.

Maybe she was expecting Long Xiangjun to change her mind, or she was giving Ruyan enough time to make some choices that seemed best to her.

But anyway, she finally made her way to the door.

Her own hand was raised, trying to buckle it, but she couldn't help but hesitate.

She knew better than anyone else that this button was not so much a knock on the door as a death knell to send her on the road.

The capital is ruthless and ruthless, and the drama is unrighteous.

But Ruyan is a child she raised single-handedly, she has no children under her knees, so she has always regarded Ruyan as her daughter. Who in this world is really willing to watch their daughter die?

And just when Liu Laobushi was hesitating and in a dilemma, a voice sounded from the room.

"Is it Mother Liu?" it was a very light voice, and it sounded like its owner was in a pretty good mood.

"Yes. Liu Laobuar couldn't help but be a little puzzled, but she still nodded subconsciously in response.

"You tell General North to wait for a while, and this will come like smoke. The man inside said.

The woman in the room sat in front of the bronze mirror with her makeup.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

Some of the red and swollen eyes have some fishtails sticking out of the corners, the once beautiful green silk is now a little unkempt, and the sideburns are still a little snowy.

It should be a face that is not beautiful, but it can still vaguely show the peerless elegance of the year.

After all, she was also the Oiran of the Peony Pavilion. She thought so.

Then she got up and opened a not-so-large cabinet beside her, which contained the clothes scattered around. She pushed them aside and pulled a square box out of it. She placed the box on the table, then reached out and gently opened it.

She had been careful in this process, as if she was afraid that if she didn't pay attention, she would break what was hidden inside.

Finally the box was opened, and inside was a large red robe. Gold wire trim, luanfinch pattern bottom.

This was bought by her at a large price after Beitongxuan left.

She thought that Beitong Xuan's family was poor, and it would be a waste of strength to help her redeem herself, so she naturally couldn't drag her back. So I bought this red robe, thinking about the day of the wedding, wearing it, sitting on the sedan chair he came to greet his relatives, and marrying him in a beautiful way.

But I never thought that once this garment was put in this box, it would be ten years.

However, you have to wear it once. She thought so.

So she took off her clothes, and took out the red robe, thinly, and slowly put it on neatly.

At this time, there was still something left in the box, which was some silver taels. The big ones had silver cast into ingots, and the small ones had scattered pieces of silver. This is what she has saved over the years.

She is a Qinglou woman, marrying into her mother-in-law's family, thinking that she will definitely attract the eyes of her parents-in-law, and with more dowry, she can always straighten her waist in her mother-in-law's house. With this in mind, over the years, except for this red robe, she has saved almost all the money. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid I don't need it anymore.

Why don't you give it to Liu's mother and let her have a few days of peace. She thought about it slightly, and then she had an idea.

"Smoke, hurry. ”

There was a sound of urging coming from outside the door, as if someone had been waiting impatiently.

But she is not in a hurry, after all, this is one of the best things in a person's life, and she has to be given some time to dress up.

So she sat down back in front of the bronze mirror, took out the rouge from the drawer, and smeared it on her face, and took out an oak comb from the table, and smoothed out strand after strand of her somewhat unkempt hair.

She was very serious in the whole process, not letting go of any flaws, like a woman who was about to get married, and dressed herself up as beautiful as possible.

With that done, she looked up at herself in the mirror.

It's not as beautiful as the Oiran back then, but at least it's beautiful.

She nodded in satisfaction, and before standing up, she thought about it again and checked if she had anything missing.

And she really thought of something.

She put her hand in her arms and pulled out two things, a yellowed book and a washed white handkerchief.

There is a story in the book and a poem on the handkerchief.

These two things come from two different boys. At least when they gave her these things, both of them were boys.

She thought for a moment, put the book in the box, and found a piece of letterhead, on which she wrote something neatly, and placed it on the box.

At last she took the handkerchief into her bosom, lifted her neck, and pushed open the door as haughty as a swan.

Under the gaze of countless drunkards, the old bustard turtle.

She walked with a determined stride towards the face she had been waiting for for ten years.

The man also stood up at this time, his face was grim and white. He came to see her off.

The corners of the woman's mouth hooked up a smile, her face was like a peach blossom, and her red clothes were like fire. She came to marry him.

Their eyes met, and everything around them seemed to be no longer real.

In a trance, she went back to the night ten years ago.

The drinkers raised the jade cards in their hands like a tsunami, revealing a wolf-like fierce light at her.

And he, pushing away the noisy crowd and walking in front of him, smiled at her, and all the wind and rain were turned away by him at that moment.

"My name is Beitongxuan. I'm from Tianlan. My master is Lord Yuheng. ”

"One day, I will become a god general of Great Wei and bring thousands of people to welcome you through the door. ”

"I wrote a poem for you, and I'll read it to you. ”

She didn't know where Tianlan was, and she didn't know who Yuheng was. She just remembered the name called Bei Tongxuan.

She doesn't know how big an official a god general is, and she doesn't know how many people such a god general can have. She just remembered that he had said that he would marry her.

She didn't even know what the poem meant, but she wrote it down word for word.

It was a beautiful poem.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but start reading it.

Red makeup once had Luan Feng jealousy,

The phoenix cries and makes a servant groan.

It's called ice muscle test blue water,

I heard the rooster hugging the spring again.

That poem is called "Rouge".

She thought.

A tear fell down her cheek and fell on the precious marble of the Peony Pavilion.