Everything seemed to be too late. In the blazing fire, every word she said would become evidence in court. I never thought that they would break in. This was unplanned. I don't know
They heard a lot of content, but apparently it all made no sense.
I felt a little desolate in my heart for no reason, so I asked Na Jintang, "You don't believe me either?"
Na Jintang held me tightly in his arms and kept stroking my back: "It's okay that you're okay. I shouldn't have let you come." His words were a little messy. I don't know if it was because of guilt or other factors.
.I don’t know if he knew that they would be listening to me from behind.
I looked at him blankly: "Were you there when I was almost strangled to death?" At the moment of my life and death, if they were a step later, then I really didn't know the predicted consequences. They
Why did he come over at the last critical moment when his thirteenth aunt was forced to say it? What if he came one step later? I shuddered...
Is this a man's world?
I stupidly continued to ask Na Jintang: "Were you here just now?"
"...in" he answered me with difficulty, and I nodded silently. Otherwise, I really don't understand the world of men. When I was confused, he moved me upstairs again, but I was also a little flustered.
, the language is messy: "I won't let her hurt you, definitely not."
I thought about the aftermath of the disaster just now, and my heart still shuddered: "It was so difficult for me to breathe just now."
"I know, I know." He didn't want to give me a hug. He didn't pay attention to him anymore. Through his arms, I saw a man who was more caring than me.
Even though Hu Biaozi was just a statue of clay and stone, he was stunned for a moment, staring closely at the Thirteenth Concubine. His face was completely pale, and his eyes focused on the Thirteenth Concubine with a look that had no attachment to life.
, ecstasy, sorrow, desolation, despair, and lovelessness were all reflected in his eyes. He tried hard to straighten his body, but was helplessly bent more and more. His spine had been broken indiscriminately, and for the last time in his life,
The sustenance of his life just means that all the splendor and meaning of his life are pinned on the Thirteenth Concubine. When his hope is shattered, his heart becomes ashen and his face becomes ashen.
I suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt. It was I who allowed him to receive the most fatal blow. If he had not heard all this, even if a knife was put to his neck, he could still have died happily with a smile on his face.
, that’s because she defended her love and his self-esteem.
I'm worried about his current condition. If I had to choose again, but I know that if they are eavesdropping, I will never say those words. I don't want to kill all the good things in my hands.
At this moment, Hu Biaozi walked straight towards the Thirteenth Concubine, and asked sadly: "Is everything you said true? Tell me that none of this is true? Did she force you to say this? Yes.
Wrong?" He looked at the Thirteenth Aunt with a hint of expectation, I hope all this is false.
Aunt Thirteen's hair was messy and her face was a little confused. After experiencing the panic just now, her state turned into silence. The two of them looked at each other like this. They had experienced suffering together and shared some indescribable emotions.
There is still a common tacit understanding, which is the link between life and death for each other.
Aunt Thirteen shook her head and said: "No, no, these are all traps. You have to believe me and don't abandon me, so don't you understand? They didn't achieve all this, they did whatever they wanted... He forced me
, He forced me to do this, don't force me to do this. No one is stopping me, I want all the glory and wealth. He can give me..." Her words were a little messy, rather than speaking in pain,
It would be better to murmur it to herself, as if the outside world has no connection with him, and tell it to herself. She is listless and her eyes are empty. She looks at the distant sky through the window, and the birds outside the window are chirping, especially
of melodiousness.
Her emotions had collapsed like a piece of loose sand. She staggered to the mirror in the room. She took out a comb from the drawer and let her hair down like a waterfall. No matter how the outside world criticized her, she also
No matter that Cao Kun and his descendants had surrounded the room, she didn't care that Hu Biaozi was looking at her infatuatedly. Of course, she ignored me, the executioner sitting on the ground. A group of people were sharpening their knives with eager eyes.
Looking at her eagerly.
She is just a weak woman in this world now. There is no interference for her from the outside world. She is immersed in her own world. While she is combing her hair, she sings the tune of Huangmei: "Mr. Lang."
, Langjun~ Are you hungry~ If you are hungry~ Please tell Thirteenth Niang~ I will make noodle soup for you..." She sang with style, as if she was the one when she was young.
With a peerless appearance, come on stage and sing, a dazzling new star that attracts everyone's attention.
I looked straight at it, feeling guilty that I had used my vicious words to harm a woman who was also full of evil. Her instant transformation shocked me drastically. I couldn’t even believe that the woman in front of me was the same woman I had just talked to.
After a battle of wits, the arrogant Thirteenth Concubine looked like a completely different person, as if she had lost her memory, and she seemed to have returned to her seventeen or eighteen-year-old self.
At this moment, the thirteenth aunt actually had two long braids in front of the mirror, like a girl, pure and cute. She took out the eyebrow pencil, lipstick, rouge powder from the drawer, and gently applied makeup on herself, carefully
She carefully traced her eyebrows, and finally pressed her lips gently with red paper. Her splendid red lips immediately emerged. She was like a youthful flower that was bright red for a moment, delicate and bright. It seemed that she was
She was also very satisfied with her own dress. She looked into the mirror with a girlish and shy expression.
Her beauty is simply suffocating. What he shows us is exactly what she looks like as a 17-year-old girl student. She smiles charmingly, charming all living beings, and even spins twice leisurely in front of the mirror.
She looked back at Hu Biaozi, as if she only knew Hu Biaozi and no one else in front of everyone.
She smiled brightly and said to Hu Biaozi: "It's rare that school doesn't go to school today. How about you accompany me to the mountains to pick wild flowers? The weather is so nice today. My parents are not at home, so I feel relaxed."
Everything seemed so weird. Will her memory really reach her girlhood? She changed so fast, as if everything was out of control. He was waiting for Hu Biaozi's answer.
Before Hu Biaozi could answer, several of Cao Kun's men wanted to step forward and capture Hu Biaozi and Thirteenth Concubine. It seemed that they couldn't wait any longer. They couldn't wait for this ridiculous scene, or rather
They have no interest in this scene. They just want to capture them immediately. They will not give them any time or space. The victory of this duel is already in their hands, and they will never allow any changes to occur during this period.
This is the thinking and logic of men.
My voice was hoarse and I was too anxious to speak. I thought Na Jintang shook his head desperately. I didn’t want to see the scene where they killed the Thirteenth Concubine, because I saw that this scene was caused by me.
That executioner! I never thought that things would evolve to this point. I never thought that she would become crazy, and I never thought that Hu Biao would only hear the truest side. I was like a sharp knife and cut them both hard.
This process is not like my previous fights where the knife falls with my hand. I am like a ruthless executioner. Isn't this more terrifying than the knife falling with my hand? This is the terrible human heart.
I am even beginning to pity the two of them now. Of course, my pity does not condone all their criminal behaviors. I just don't want to expose this dirty and ugly side by myself.
I don't know why, I'm afraid to face what happens next. I look at the Jintang with pleading eyes, and I shake my head silently, as if my heart is blocked in my throat, and I can't make a sound.
Na Jintang knew what I meant, and he nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief, because I knew he could handle all this, at least I didn't want to see this scene.
He made a gesture to stop and said in an authoritative voice: "Cao Kun, please don't move for the time being. She is not in any harm's way. After all, she is still the Thirteenth Concubine. Let her have some dignity. Things have developed to this point, and we are still them.
"Don't act rashly." Na Jintang spoke sonorously and forcefully, and his words made Cao Kun wave his hand, and his men then retreated like a tide.
I looked at Jintangtang with some gratitude, and I knew when he was doing it all for me, and now the Thirteenth Auntie is completely crazy, so I don’t know what will happen to her. These are uncontrollable behaviors.
What's more worrying is that her loss of control will trigger Hu Biaozi's loss of control.
We calmly watched what happened next between the two of them.
At this time, Hu Biaozi also smiled shyly like a young boy. He was actually a little uneasy. Maybe this was the most beautiful Thirteenth Concubine for her? He stepped forward and gently stroked the Thirteenth Concubine's shoulders.
, looking at her expression through the mirror, he was deeply affectionate and said to her with an extremely doting expression: "Du Heng, of course the scenery is perfect every day. This is a good time to collect wild flowers. I will accompany you to collect wild flowers. How about that?"
Aunt Thirteen nodded shyly. This was not a disguise at all. The two of them seemed to have completely returned to their youth when they were sixteen or seventeen years old. We were just the audience, watching what happened back then.
everything of.
Du Heng turned around very gently, then stood up, protecting Hu Biaozi and pulling him to the stool. She stood behind Hu Biaozi, gently combed his short hair with a comb, and said with gentleness: "You
I want to dress my husband up well. I only ask for it in this lifetime, but I ask my husband to treat me like this. The two of us are like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. Even if we become two butterflies, we will be together for life after life.
Let's be together and never separate, okay? Mr. Husband." Her voice was as earnest as a girl's and full of youth, revealing an infinite yearning for life. She was full of expectations and enthusiasm for the future life, without any enthusiasm.
There is a trace of impurity, as if she was the same year when she was 17 years old, full of colorful youth and unscrupulous beauty. Although everything happened 10 years later, she has completely forgotten it! She has no idea what year and month it is now.
But I dare to say that Hu Biaozi is sober. He is struggling with a trace of pain in reality. He has not forgotten everything in the past, and he is more clearly aware of everything today. He is suffering more than anyone else because he is caught between two levels. He
There is no room for choice, one step forward is sweetness, one step back is abyss.
He was leaving the best memories for his beloved woman. He wanted to leave unforgettable memories at this moment. He had forgotten everything, relaxed his whole body, and cooperated with Du Heng with all his strength.
It seems that he has made a choice. No matter life or death, he will not give up Du Heng. If she lives, he will live, and if she dies, he will die.
"Thank you, Brother Biaozi." Du Heng just smiled, turned around and walked away.
His body suddenly became heavy, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.
I thought it was just a fake show of beautiful scenery at a good time, but it really is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
A pair of lovers, if it were not for the greed of money, should probably stay longer.