Ruyi recognized Wang Jinzhi's dressing table - it was the one that the servants had just brought in on the day they arrived. This dressing table looked expensive, the top was old but not old, and the four legs were decorated with exquisite carvings.
, its shape is not popular on the market now, but it can be seen that the craftsmanship is first-class.
There is a huge mirror inlaid on the dressing table. The mirror is not made of copper, but seems to be made of mercury, with a light gray color.
Through the mirror, Ruyi saw Wang Jinzhi's face...
Wang Jinzhi lifted up all the strands of hair on her forehead, revealing her entire face. Although this face was still hers at first glance, upon closer inspection, it was somewhat different - first of all, it was Wang Jinzhi's face.
Jinzhi’s birthmark, Ruyi still remembers that when she first met Wang Jinzhi, she had a palm-sized cyan birthmark on her face. Although the birthmark exists now, the color is much lighter. If you are wearing heavy makeup, put more on your face.
With some powder, the birthmark can basically be covered up; secondly, Wang Jinzhi's skin seems to be more supple and tender; the facial features that were originally crowded together will not make people feel so uncomfortable...
If you stare at her face carefully for a while, you will find it quite pleasing to the eye.
So... to put it simply, Wang Jinzhi became more beautiful. But within one day, Wang Jinzhi's face changed subtly.
After combing her hair, she put down the horn comb, silently recited the wishful birthday several times, and then opened the small drawer on the top of the dressing table. There was something vaguely placed in the drawer.
Wang Jinzhi took out the thing.
Ruyi took a closer look and saw that the thing was a piece of paper - a piece of dyed paper. The top was unevenly stained with dark brown.
The size of this paper is exactly the same as the note written by Ruyi on her birthday. Ruyi is basically sure that this is the note she handed to Wang Jinzhi yesterday.
Wang Jinzhi placed the note flatly, took an ox bone knife, and drew it on his wrist, and blood immediately poured out.
I really didn't know it by looking at it. I was shocked when I saw that there were already several knife marks on Wang Jinzhi's wrist. The incision was not deep, but a lot of blood could be released.
She attached the note to the edge of the knife, and then pressed her entire wrist against the mirror.
"At the twenty-fourth hour of the twelfth lunar month in the sixty-third year of Shunjue! At the twenty-fourth hour of the twelfth lunar month in the sixty-third year of Shunjue! At the twenty-fourth hour of the twelfth lunar month in the sixty-third year of Shunjue!" The voice in her mouth became louder and louder, and then
The person became crazy, swaying forward and back. His pupils were turned outward, and only the whites of his eyes were exposed.
Strange to say, the flat mirror surface actually changed under this crazy curse. Starting from the center of the mirror, ripples appeared one after another.
Not only did not a drop of Wang Jinzhi's blood spray out, but all of it was absorbed by the mirror. This process lasted for a while, and the mirror surface returned to its original state.
Ruyi covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
This Wang Jinzhi is feeding the demon mirror with his own blood!
Wang Jinzhi stood up. Instead of looking pale after losing blood, she actually looked a bit more beautiful. She looked down at her wrist, and saw that the blood had stopped flowing out, as if some force had stopped the bleeding.
She looked at the several horizontal incisions and said to herself: "This scar is quite ugly. I wonder if Jingxian will be able to erase it for me in the future."
Ruyi wanted to continue reading, but the memory of the soul boy Yiming stopped there. After a while, she was in a trance and returned to reality.