"It seems that Mr. Gusu really knows something." The woman in pansy clothes with a slight frown and a graceful smile kept her secret, "Do you know where Hongxian is?"
"I didn't know, it was only in the past few days that there was news." After pondering for a moment, Mr. Gusu had made his choice, "But please rest assured, Master Zixiu Hall, this will not affect your marriage with the Pavilion Master - Hongxian Hall
The Lord will never appear again."
Is he really gone? There is a slight sadness on his pale sick face.
If Hongxian was still alive, she would rather give back the wedding dress with both hands. She was not the one who should have stood beside him and received congratulations from thousands of people. She occupied the magpie's nest but could not occupy the one in his heart that only belonged to the one he loved.
Location.
She was used to being alone, and she didn't care whether he cared for her in the last few days. Even if he promised her a marriage that the whole world looked up to, what was the use? In his eyes, after all, he could only see the indifferent woman in white clothes.
, there is nothing better than fulfilling his infatuation until death.
The autumn wind was quite cold, causing the heart to feel cold and coughing a few times. Mr. Gusu couldn't help feeling a little regretful. If he had known that she was so smart, why would he come close to her? It would be better to be scolded by the master of the pavilion than to have to say something and have to touch her mood again.
The purple sleeves are really as graceful and graceful as the rumors say, like a phoenix coming, far better than the cold, indifferent and cruel aura of the red string.
"Thinking too much is not good for your health. Master Zixiu should take more care of himself. Although I don't understand the entanglement between the three of you, I understand the intention of the master." He stretched out his hand and patted Zixiu's back gently.
The phoenix eyes looked at the seven-story Zhu Pavilion under the scorching sun: "The master of the pavilion did not achieve this marriage just out of pity. If it were any other woman, she would never get any sympathy even if she died in front of his eyes. Because.
You are Zixiu, and you are someone the Pavilion Master cares about very much, so he made such a decision."
But after all, he still didn't have her in his heart. Although he was still a little confused, after hearing Mr. Gusu's explanation, Zixiu became more or less sad and depressed, and became a little more determined. Hongxian is no longer here, so she can be with him.
The only person left is himself. The final journey may be short and obscure, but at least I can use my best to make him feel the unrepentant devotion that has been condensed for a lifetime.
I hope to be with you for one day, and would rather wait for three reincarnations. Now the happiness she can hold in her hands is too extravagant. So, use this red string to extend her life through nine deaths to love for her, and become her most beloved and loyal to her heart.
To his wife.
This is the love affair between three people.
"I want to be alone."
"Then I'll go back and wait for the pavilion master to reprimand me." With a helpless sigh, the charming man carried the train of clothes and returned the same way. Anyway, there would be no danger if she was left here alone.
After walking less than a hundred steps, he was stopped unexpectedly.
"Hongxian is still alive?" The man with a Confucian air questioned slightly.
"Master Huayu has a good ear, and he can hear clearly from such a distance, but I didn't seem to say that she is still alive." If he had known that Huayu had been nearby to protect him, Xianggong Gusu also guessed that he would ask this question.
Hua Yu didn't answer, but he could still think of some things even if he didn't say them. Zixiu was too weak and was a little dazed, but his eyes were still sharp, and he could see the unnatural flash on Mr. Gusu's face during the conversation between the two.
"Where is she?" Hua Yu asked.
Mr. Gusu gave another wry smile. The people in this pavilion were each more weird and direct than the last. No matter what, they would not even say a polite word. It seemed that he was born just to answer questions. But it was rare.
, with just a few words and a few actions, Hua Yu guessed the secrets hidden in his heart. For him who never lies and only hides something, it seems that he must pour out all these secrets today.
Taking a deep breath and nodding vigorously, the man with enchanting eyebrows restrained his cynical expression and said with a solemn expression: "Lanling. She is in Lanling City."
"Always there?" Long eyebrows frowned slightly, this answer was too unexpected.
"No, I just returned to the city. All the inn masters have sent people to check, and there is no sign of the Hongxian Hall Master. However, two days ago, I received news that the old man Wuya and a woman in white were having sex in Cangheng Mountain.
We met with Poe, and later we went to the inn to have a secret conversation, which lasted for two cups of tea. Unfortunately, the woman's face was always covered with white gauze, and her true face was hidden."
Hongxian left without saying goodbye because of the coercion of old man Wuya. This is a fact proved by the latter himself. Now if she returns, she will naturally be blocked by old man Wuya. So the woman who met her in Qingzhupo and the inn is Hongxian who suddenly appeared.
String, there is no doubt about this.
As a result, the three people became entangled again.
Hua Yu, who usually had no expression, frowned more and more tightly, and subconsciously turned the white bamboo flute in her hand on her fingertips.
Mr. Gusu has seen countless people, and he can see what he is thinking at a glance: "Master Huayu, don't worry, I have personally asked senior Wuya about this matter. The woman is indeed the master of Hongxian Hall, but she is not the master of Hongxian Hall when she comes back."
In order to prevent the marriage between the Pavilion Master and the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall, I will leave soon."
Because of the identity of Mr. Wuya in Gusu, old man Wuya did not hide anything from him. When he came to his door, the aloof old man explained the whole process without any secret, starting from the unfinished marriage a year ago until he disappeared for a long time.
The people returned quietly.
If the pavilion master knew that Hongxian accepted harsh conditions and left for a foreign country just to be with him, he would definitely be angry with his grandfather Wuya, and the upcoming wedding would be canceled immediately. Mr. Gusu believed that once
The man who was depressed and depressed in the boundless desert has not given up his obsession with her. If Hongxian appears, it will definitely bring another marriage to an abrupt end.
In that case, Zixiu might be heartbroken, or even die immediately.
With a long sigh, the writer of the history book who stayed on the outside also had a somewhat desolate meaning: "I don't want to see the Master of the Purple Sleeve Hall die in depression, but I can't bear to see the Master of the Hongxian Hall like that. She is the same as you.
It’s the same thing. For the sake of the people you like, you are willing to endure the heartache and withdraw silently. You don’t even want to appear in front of them. You would rather disappear from now on and be slowly forgotten.”
It's hard to stay together, but it's even harder to achieve perfection. It's the death penalty of cutting one's blade to oneself and giving away happiness to each other, especially when two people who have experienced separation and death can finally join hands, but they suddenly let go when they are about to achieve perfection, and then let go.
When I turned around, everything was in the past and could never be found again.
A moth flies into the flame, cutting off its own retreat. Having been deeply in love for many years, it is cut off in one fell swoop.
They are just as crazy and stupid, and they will only sacrifice themselves to fulfill the people they love.
"Where is she now?" Putting away the white bamboo flute, the elegant man looked at Zixiu, who was sitting quietly in reverie under the frost-resistant flowers, his eyes lingering.
After telling him the name of the inn, Mr. Gusu suddenly smiled, and his slender fingertips passed over the flute, causing a wave of whine: "If you can only keep one person's infatuation intact, who will you choose? Maybe, the last one left behind
He should still be the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall."
That woman in white who was cold and indifferent and always stayed away from the world, her crime of killing seemed to be revenge, but there was no one who was willing to fulfill her half-life destiny.
No, it's not that there is none, it's just that those people can't control their own destiny, let alone give her the ending she wants. This is fate.
"Are you going to report this matter to the Pavilion Master?"
"No, no." The most special subordinate of Poyue Pavilion, who always hid his thoughts so that no one could see them, shook his head with a charming smile. There was a certain expectation in his eyes: "Ms. Gusu's mission is to record history.
Rather than rewriting history, what's more, the Pavilion Master has already made his choice, and there is no need to change it."