Ying'er is still so sad, so melancholy, and so pitiful without makeup.

Nangong Yushu actually didn't know Ying'er at all, but he was obsessed with it for no reason, and he didn't change his mind. He also wondered why he was so obsessed, was it because of her pitiful eyes, or because of her icy and jade identity?

Although she has not had any skin-to-skin relationship with her, Nangong Yushu has long positioned her as her own woman, and in the eyes of Xifu, too.

Nangong Yushu wants her and occupies all of her, whether it is in the past or in the future, whether this is out of sincerity or a man's self-esteem that cannot be abandoned, Nangong Yushu does not know, and has no choice.

Sometimes, he will suddenly be very jealous of the man named Wen Liangyu, such a good girl, how can you bear to hurt her?

Butterflies are broken flowers, but flowers fly with the wind. This is probably the best explanation for pain.

There was a simple butterfly coiled on the thin hairpin bone, and Ying'er was in a daze at the moon in the garden that night, almost ignoring the existence of Nangong Yushu.

Nangong Yushu held a handful of moonlight soaked in the gentleness of the "butterfly hairpin", handed her slightly sad eyes, and said softly: "If the butterfly is your only flaw, it will stop in your life from now on and accompany you to the end of your life." ”

Ying'er's intersecting gaze cycled between her fiancé and the "butterfly hairpin", there was a surprise surprise, smiling, tears in the smile came from the corner of her eyes, and she lowered her head.

Nangong Yushu raised her chin with some pity, and for the first time she smelled her lonely body fragrance, she was a little nervous.

"Shouldn't I be happy? You're always so unpredictable, and your joys and sorrows come so quickly that I confuse which one is what you are. Tell me, you're my fiancée, it's my butterfly dream, okay?" Nangong Yushu opened a topic that he had been thinking about for a long time, he knew that no matter how he determined his identity, he couldn't compare to the affirmation she gave, he just wanted her to nod.

However, she nodded, and shook her head again.

Ying'er turned her back, and that back made Nangong Yushu feel slim, afraid that it would melt from her fingers into quicksand.

Nangong Yushu was secretly sad.

"Then you will at least stay with me from now on, and we can have a lifelong vow, right?" the young man asked, unwilling.

As soon as the words came out, Nangong Yushu felt her tremble and shuddered. Nangong Yushu was silent, watching her sobbing quietly.

I tried to gather my increasingly faint gaze, trying to find the answer I wanted in her eyes, but she was too stingy to find it.

"You sober up! He's dead! Wen Liangyu is dead! You've suffered for him, and your life is not worth it—" Nangong Yushu shouted.

Suddenly, the resentment was extreme!

In the resentment, she also saw that maybe the bumpy future, maybe she was dependent on him that she had never believed, Nangong Yushu pulled her fiercely, and at that moment she was angry and crazy. He wanted her to see the longing in his eyes and the festering heartache.

- I am so strong.

Ying'er's eyebrows were furrowed at that moment, and her frightened eyes were revealed, Nangong Yushu was shocked and began to regret her gaffe. He let go of her hand and didn't say anything more, but he saw that behind her frightened eyes, there was a hidden worry that he wanted to say goodbye.

The night was silent, there was no sound, and two young men and women faced each other, like sculptures cold and speechless. It's just that the young man can't guess what reason she can't tell about the sorrow that she can't express in words.

-- Does she really love me? Will she really sit in the sedan chair of the "Nangong" family and follow me back to "Jiangnan"?

The shocking night flowed away quietly.

For the first time, she lost the tenderness of the man who loved her so much that she couldn't speak, and no matter how much pain she felt in her heart, Ying'er couldn't show it.

――Nangong Yushu's attitude that night scared me, so scared that I forgot to give him a firm look, it was my negligence. But none of that matters anymore. I have to marry him, the order of my parents, the words of the matchmaker, this is an indisputable fact, just like death, no matter how painful it is, I have to face it. Even I don't know when the sick Grim Reaper will come, but at least the future that supports me to go forward bravely has been touched by me.

Soon, maybe tomorrow, I will be able to stay by Nangong Yushu's side forever and be his gentlest bride.

Two months later, the prophecy of the blind man came true, Nangong Yushu died, and the person who killed him was a monk, a lawless and lawless monk.

Leng Beicheng coughed irrepressibly violently, and what the diners of "Liangcheng" recently recited after tea and dinner were all the stories of the Xi family's daughters.

The "Nangong family's" welcoming procession passed through the "Chaotianling" on the way, and unfortunately encountered the local mountain bandit "Chaotianmen" that had been rampant for a long time; the prospective groom Nangong Yushu was killed, and the family members were either killed or wounded, and the bandit leader Wutian monk saw that the bride Miss Xi was absolutely right, and plundered back to the cottage and forced to marry the wife of the village.

Miss Ying'er replied calmly: "The husband is mourned first, please let the concubine worship with wine, and then it is not too late to serve the newlyweds." ”

The leader of the bandits, the lawless monk, was overjoyed, and immediately prepared a sacrificial wine and sent it outside the tent.

Miss Ying'er is dressed in plain clothes, the fat powder hairpin ring is gone, only a "butterfly hairpin" is left, her face is beautiful, her temperament is noble, Gu Ying wanders, frightened left and right, the bandit leader is shocked, and said to the left and right: "I have heard that the young lady of the big family is different from the ordinary mother-in-law, and today I can finally see how to give birth to a different way." ”

Xi Xiaoying wept at the grave, and when she heard this, she suddenly smiled and replied: "Ying'er Ice and Snow Festival, today I will let you and others know about it-" After saying that, she stepped back, pulled out the "butterfly hairpin", and stabbed it into her throat. The hollow hairpin body is like a waterfall, flowing out of the hairpin's eyes, and the "butterfly hairpin" is pulled out, and the people are angry.

The bandits stepped forward in alarm, and found a white silk painting from their sleeves, with several lines of blood written on it, and said: "I'd rather turn into a butterfly dream, how could I have fallen into a ravine!"

The lawless monk regretted it for a long time, and in his anger, he killed all the people he had taken captive, dug up the grave of his husband, and killed the corpse to vent his anger.

"Chaotianmen" detained the body of the young lady and demanded a ransom of 100,000 yuan from the Xi family.

When the message came, the whole country was a sensation.

In Shilin, who does not envy the child's father and daughter, and the family is brilliant? Led by some old men with high moral and respected reputations, they made a recital to the imperial court, describing the chastity and martyrdom of the women of the Xi family. The imperial court issued an order: to order the local government to raise funds to build a monument and set up a workshop, in order to Jia Qizhi, his adoptive father Xi Qinggu goddaughter has a way, re-employed, the official is promoted to the fourth level, and the left servant of the Ministry of Worship is Lang.

Yesterday, after the ransom was paid, when the coffin arrived, the men, women and children of the whole city went out to greet each other, and thousands of people were empty, and there were women and children along the road to offer incense flowers and candles, dedicated to the martyrs.

Master Xi Qinggu ignored the filth, opened the coffin and wept when he caressed the corpse, and said: "There is a woman like this in Qinggu, why do you hate the old man!"

The surrounding people sighed, but they didn't notice that Master Xi's face changed instantly, and then closed the coffin with tears, and hurriedly urged the servants in the mansion with a complicated expression: "Quickly transport the young lady's coffin back to the mansion and prepare for burial tomorrow!"

After only one day of coffining, the Xi family decided to bury it, which was more or less surprising.

-- According to common sense, when such a glorious incident has occurred, it is necessary to stop for a while so that more people can come to mourn.

However, the funeral still came out.

The funeral, the scenery is incomparable, and for a while, there are crowds of people in the "North Liang City", and the spectators are like a tide.

In the crowd, Leng Ruoya looked at the funeral procession below, and muttered slightly: "I don't think much of my cousin's weak daughter's family, but it's a martyr in the ......."

"It's really a pity that they are a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, you see-" Leng Beicheng's body suddenly shook: "Under the coffin!"

Ruoya followed her expectations, looked at the bottom of the coffin in the funeral procession, and her face suddenly changed!

- Blood! Bright red blood flowed out of the cracks in the coffin!

The two people swept down from the high-rise building of "Liangcheng" at the same time, fell into the funeral team in the exclamation of the onlookers, pushed everyone away, and came to the coffin.

Leng Ruoya stretched out her hand and dipped a drop of blood from the coffin, put it under her nose and sniffed it, nodded to Leng Beicheng and said, "Yes, brother, it's really living blood!"

"There's movement inside. Leng Beicheng leaned over and listened carefully, and said, "It seems that there is still a heartbeat." ”

"What are you doing, come on, ...... quickly" Master Xi unexpectedly squeezed over in a panic for some reason, screaming, but after seeing the face of the person who came, he softened and said, "Cold, cold city lord......"

"Open the coffin!" Leng Ruoya commanded in a non-negotiable tone: "Your daughter is still alive!

The crowd was in an uproar, and the good deeds even crowded the center of the street.

"Where's Kerr...... It's been a few days since your cousin died, so don't laugh with your uncle. Xi Qinggu smiled reluctantly, while constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said, "Uncle opened the coffin yesterday to see Ying'er's body, that's right, he has already sacrificed himself to become a chastity...... as he spoke, and his voice choked up.

"Really, it turns out that you did it on purpose!" Leng Beicheng looked at him coldly, a cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "Do you want to bury your daughter alive if you think of your parents?!"

Leng Ruoya suddenly waved her knife and slashed it with her backhand, and Nanmu's coffin lid flew straight out in the blue light!

"Wow!

As soon as the lid of the coffin was lifted, I saw a pair of hands stretched up weakly, and the fingertips showed a little along the edge of the coffin.

It is conceivable that when the lid has not yet been lifted, the delicate and weak little hand has been trying to push the coffin lid open.

"Corpse ...... It's a corpse!" Xi Qinggu's face turned pale, and he was the first to shout in a trembling voice. The spectators on the street shouted, and they all dispersed. Xi Qinggu didn't care about his daughter, so he pulled his legs and left.

"Stop me!" Leng Beicheng shouted loudly, and everyone was startled and couldn't help but stop.

Leng Ruoya leaned down and picked up the person in the coffin.

"Oops!" Everyone was shocked again, only to see that Miss Xi's face was pale, and a "butterfly hairpin" was inserted in her throat, but her eyes were open, looking straight at her father opposite, and tears were slowly flowing from the corners of her eyes.

"Ying'er......" Xi Qinggu looked at her daughter who came to life in a daze, and was speechless for a while.

Xi Xiaoying's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she raised her hand and weakly stroked the "butterfly hairpin" on her throat, and there was only a faint cough in her throat. Near the wound of the jade hairpin, blood oozed out of the cracks in the coagulated blood scab and flowed to the bottom of the coffin.

――The young lady of the Xi family is still alive.

However, everyone looked at her the same way anymore -

- What if you died......

She seemed to see the regret in the sighing eyes of the people around her.

Xi Qinggu turned her face away from looking at her, but she could think of her adoptive father's words.

- How good would it be if you just died...... That's not in vain for your father's fourteen years of training you...... Why are you alive? If you live, the aura of the martyr will fade, and there will be many twists and turns in the journey of the father.

Although when you were weeping and weeping, I unexpectedly found that you still had a trace of qi, but my father still decided to fulfill your three chastity and nine spirits...... Your fiancé is dead, and what is the point of living in the world as a widow of your young people?

Alas, how nice it would be if you were really dead......

"At that time, I obviously tried my best to stab myself to death!" Ying'er tried to distinguish, but couldn't speak.

She sobbed softly and wordlessly, why did she come back in white, but everyone wanted her to die! Perhaps, it was really a mistake to live herself?

"You're not wrong, it's sick in this world. Ruoya repeated to her word for word firmly and calmly: "You remember, you are not wrong!

Pulling her cousin's sleeve, Ying'er cried silently again......