The lonely and dying man raised his head with great effort, and looked upwards. She was dressed in floating clouds and neon clothes, like snow-white peonies blooming in a wealthy manner. She stood in the wind and rain, unsmiling, with a frosty face, and a delicate face hidden in the shadows.
Among them, the outline cannot be clearly seen, but the indifferent and stunning facial features, I am afraid that even the beauty of the country and the city cannot be described as beautiful.
The woman stood in the rainy night, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand to block the wind and rain.
She knelt down and peeled off the mud on Li Fugui's body with her hands, and saw the bloody wound on his lower abdomen, a bloody hole as big as two fists, with gurgling blood gushing out continuously.
Bi Xishuang helped him up and walked into the cave. The oil-paper umbrella fell aside unnoticed at some point. After entering the cave, she protected his heart with her spiritual energy. Li Fugui fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up the next day, he was the only one in the cave. On the side of his head was the life-saving elixir left by the woman, and on his body was the floating cloud dress.
Later, he went out of Nanming after all the hard work to find Lu Ying'er. That day was when Lu Ying'er was engaged to Li Enyang, the illegitimate son of the owner of the Beast Taming Island. He was covered in mud and his snow-white robe had already been stained scarlet with blood.
With his thin lips chapped, he opened the door with a happy curtain and saw that all the guests were wishing his fiancée and another tough-headed man a happy marriage.
He desperately ran to Lu Ying'er and asked her to follow him.
After Lu Ying'er was shocked, she said, "You soiled my clothes."
He spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Lu Ying'er's bright red robe. He knelt down weakly on the ground, and no longer had the strength to stand up. Everyone in the four seats stood up in shock and watched him crawl out. There was blood all along the way.
For a long time, there was no news about him in the world. Three months later, Fugui Hall was established. He personally washed away the stains on the floating clouds and neon clothes at the well, then treasured them and learned to paint again.
After half a year, he was finally able to draw the woman's face that night.
It was just that it was night, and he was so angry that he couldn't see clearly. There was still an element of imagination in this painting.
When he asked Xu Xudong to find this woman, he only had a hint of expectation in his heart. After all, finding a person based on a painting is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
Fortunately, I found it.
But when he saw her again after so many years, she had lost her former Tsinghua appearance and stunning appearance, and the ferocious bloody scabs on her face made even him, an eight-foot-tall man, feel palpitated and frightened when he saw her.
He wanted to know what had happened to her over the years.
Qingge hugged the little fox and leaned against the stone lion, silently and quietly listening to a story that was neither too long nor too short.
"Then what? What else do you have in mind?"
Qingge could tell that Bi Xishuang had a high status in Li Fugui's heart. However, Li Fugui had been looking forward to it for so many years and had great fantasies and expectations for that hazy and beautiful woman, but the real situation was
, Bi Xi’s appearance was ruined, she had an affair, she was married to Nan Ming as a concubine, and she was even forced to live in a brothel——
In the long history of China five years ago, Cui Hu, a poet from the Tang and Five Dynasties, went to Chang'an to take an exam, but failed. He met a beautiful girl while relaxing in the southern suburbs of the city. When he went back on the same day the next year, the door was locked and empty.
One of the most popular poems is "Inscribed on Nanzhuang of the Capital City".
Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
The human face doesn’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Just twenty-eight characters, inherited through the ages, but Qing Ge thought about it for two lifetimes and still thought about it. No one knew the situation at that time. Maybe Cui Hu met the girl in the south of the city the next year, but it was different from the past.
A woman who was as beautiful as an epiphyllum in her youth has now gained weight or become ugly. Perhaps there is something unsatisfactory about her that does not catch Cui Hu's eyes. Cui Hu wrote a poem to make up for his regrets. Even if he regrets that he did not find a girl, he always regrets that he has not found a girl.
Better than disappointed.
Cui Hu's favorite girl is the girl who suddenly appeared last year. What Li Fugui will never forget is Bi Xishuang, who saved him from danger in the heavy rain many years ago with her stunning beauty.
She is always like this, always likes to bring out the ugliest and dirty side of human nature.
"I feel sorry for her." Li Fugui lowered his head, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows.
"Distressed?" Qingge sneered and said, "Then do you know that she has been loving her master for more than ten years? She married Prince Nanming as a concubine, was forced into a brothel and was trampled on, did you know?"
Qing Ge repeated the question twice. If Li Fugui didn't mind this, she also hoped that the two could eventually get married.
Li Fugui's pupils tightened, his body trembled, and he murmured: "How could it be? How could it be her?"
At first, when Fu Gui Tang was first established, he paid special attention to Nan Ming's affairs. At that time, Xu Xudong mentioned to him that a woman married to Nan Ming, was later thrown into a brothel, and then disappeared suddenly.
He just brushed it off and didn't think much about it at all.
Also, the relationship between Nanming and Jialan is very tense. When Bixi married, she was not as the chief disciple of the great elder Jialan, but as a homeless orphan. Wu Yu also deliberately concealed this matter. Therefore, Fugui
No matter how powerful the church is, it is difficult to find out the true identity of Bi Xishuang. Even though Li Fugui and Jialan Dean An Suyou have a light friendship, they often have a drink with each other.
"So, what do you think now?" Qing Ge pressed.
Bi Xishuang has already had a painful experience, and she doesn't want Bi Xishuang to have a second time. Li Fugui is a good person, but she is not sure whether he will be a good man.
"I want to marry her."
In the deep darkness, the man raised his head and said.
"Her body is not clean, her appearance is not beautiful, and she doesn't even have you in her heart. Even so, do you still want to marry her?" Qingge straightened her body, took a step forward, and was aggressive.
Li Fugui said: "Even so, I still want to marry. In this life, I will not marry anyone but her!"
"Okay, remember what you said today. If you dare to betray her in the future, you will be the next Jianghai." Qingge walked towards the golden door, the little fox in her arms lazily curled up into a ball, like fire.
Li Fugui thought of Jiang Hai's appearance when he died, and trembled with fear. This woman was so cruel.
He suddenly remembered that he was a Yijian spiritual master and she was just a basic practitioner of the eighth level of innateness. He was actually afraid of her!
Li Fugui is embarrassing, the more he lives, the worse he becomes.
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Mayor's Mansion.
In the dark and dim room, the doors and windows were all nailed with wooden boards, without any gaps.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, a woman wearing a snow-white lining, her hair in a bun with a slanted bun, and a strand of black hair hanging from her ears, her face was pale and bloodless, with a sickly look, and her amber-like eyes exuded
She exuded a horrifying aura of death, like a soulless puppet, a walking corpse, but her mind was so clear and her hatred was so strong.
A turtle-shaped compass floated in front of her, with aqua-blue brilliance at its four corners, like the deep sea turning upside down, with a gentle breeze blowing through it.