The lonely and dying man raised his head with difficulty and pulled his eyes upwards. The floating clouds and colorful dress, like snow-white peonies, showed a wealthy posture. She stood in the wind and rain, smiling seriously, her face was as cold as frost, and her delicate face was hidden in the shadows.
In the middle, the outlines cannot be seen clearly, but the indifferent facial features are probably not even a bit beautiful.
The woman stood on a rainy night, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand to block countless wind and rain.
She squatted down and pulled the mud on Li Fugui's body with her hands. She saw the bloody wound on his lower abdomen, with two blood holes as big as fists, and blood gushed out, continuously.
Bi Xishuang helped him up and walked into the cave. The oil-paper umbrella fell on the side and no one cared about it. When she entered the cave, she protected his heart with her spiritual energy. Li Fugui's brain was heavy and drowsy.
On the second day, he woke up and was the only one in the cave. His head was the life-saving pill left by the woman, and his body was covered with the floating clouds and robe.
Later, he went out of Nanming through great difficulties and went to find Lu Ying'er. That day, Lu Ying'er got engaged to Li Enyang, the illegitimate son of the island owner of the taming island. His mud and snow-white robe had already been stained with scarlet red with blood.
With his thin lips dry and chapped, he opened the door with a curtain of joy and saw the guests in the room bless his fiancé and another man with a bright head and a treacherous man for a happy life.
He ran to Lu Ying'er desperately and asked her to follow him.
After being shocked, Lu Ying'er said, "You've dirtyed my clothes."
He vomited blood and sprayed on Lu Ying'er's bright red robe. He knelt on the ground weakly and couldn't stand up anymore. Everyone in the four seats stood up in shock and watched him climb out, with blood all along the way.
For a long time, there was no news about him in the world. Three months later, Fuguitang was established. He personally washed away the stains on the floating clouds and slept, and then treasured them, and then learned to draw.
In half a year, he was able to draw the woman's appearance that night.
But it was night at that time, and he was so angry that he couldn't read it clearly. There was still an imagination in this painting.
When he asked Xu Xudong to find this woman, he was just looking for a little bit of expectation. After all, finding someone with a painting is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
Fortunately, I found it.
But after many years, when she saw her again, she no longer had her former appearance, her stunning appearance, and the hideous blood scab on her face. Even the eight-foot-foot man, he was so palpitations and scared.
He wanted to know what happened to her over the years.
Qingge hugged the little fox and leaned against the stone lion, and listened quietly to a story that was neither long nor short.
"And what? What else do you have?"
Qingge can hear that Bi Xishuang has a high status in Li Fugui's heart. However, Li Fugui has been waiting for it for so many years and has great fantasies and expectations for the hazy and gorgeous woman, but the real situation is
Bi Xishuang's appearance was destroyed, she had an inappropriate love, she married Nan Ming as a concubine, and was even forced to stay in a brothel-
In the long history of China five years ago, Cui Hu, a poet of the Tang and Five Dynasties, went to Chang'an to take the exam. Before he passed, he met a beautiful girl while relaxing in the suburbs of the south of the city. When he went there again the same day the next year, the door was locked and empty, so there was a
A popular song "Inscription on the South Village of the Capital".
Last year, today, people's faces and peach blossoms complement each other.
I don’t know where the faces of the human faces go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
In just twenty-eight characters, inherited from generation to generation, but Qingge thought about it for two lifetimes and still thought about it. No one knew the situation at that time. Perhaps the next year Cui Hu met that girl in the south of the city, but now it is different from the past.
A woman with a stunning cerebral cerebral age has become fat or ugly now. Perhaps somewhere is not satisfactory and does not fall into Cui Hu's eyes. In order to make up for her regret, Cui Hu wrote a poem. Even if she regrets that she did not find a girl, she always
Better than disappointment.
Cui Hu's heart is the girl who appeared in shock last year. What Li Fugui never forgets for a long time is Bi Xishuang who saved him from danger many years ago in the heavy rain.
She often likes to reveal 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.
"Heart distress?" Qingge sneered and said, "Do you know that she had been happy for more than ten years after her master? She married Prince Nanming as her concubine and was forced into a brothel and trampled on her. Do you know?"
Qingge asked twice. If Li Fugui didn't mind these things, she also hoped that the two would finally 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 Fuguitang was first established, he paid special attention to Nanming's affairs. At that time, Xu Xudong told him that a woman married to Nanming, and was later thrown to a brothel, and then suddenly disappeared.
He just mentioned it and didn't think much about it.
Yes, the relationship between Nan Ming and Jialan was very tense. When Bi Xishuang married, he was not the first disciple of the Grand Elder Jialan, but the homeless orphan. Wu Yu also intended to conceal this matter, so he was rich and noble.
No matter how powerful the hall is, it is difficult to find out Bi Xishuang's true identity. Even if Li Fugui and Dean Jialan Chang'an Suyou have a shallow friendship, they will drink wine when they come and go.
"So, what are you thinking now?" Qingge asked.
Bixishuang has had a tragic experience. She doesn't want Bixishuang to have a second time. Li Fugui is a good person, but she is not sure if he will be a good man.
"I want to marry her."
In the dark night, the man raised his head and said.
"She is not clean, her appearance is not beautiful, and she doesn't even have you in her heart. Even so, do you want to marry her?" Qingge straightened up, took a step forward, and pushed her forward.
Li Fugui said: "Even if this is the case, I want to marry you. In this life, she will not marry you!"
"Okay, remember what you said today. If you dare to let her down in the future, you will be the next river and sea." Qingge walked into the Jinqi gate, and the little fox in his arms curled up lazily, as if it were fire.
Li Fugui felt trembling when he remembered Jiang Hai's death. This woman was so cruel.
He suddenly remembered that he was a sword spirit master, she was just a basic cultivator of the eighth level of innate level, and he was actually afraid of her!
Li Fugui is really worse than before when he lives.
*
Mayor's Mansion.
In the dark and dim room, the doors and windows were nailed with wooden boards, and there was no gap.
A woman sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a snow-white underwear, her hair bun on her head was swaying, and a strand of black hair was hanging from her ears. Her face was pale, bloodless, and a morbid, with amber-like eyes radiating
She was shocked and deadly, like a soulless puppet, walking corpse, but her mind was so clear and her hatred was so strong.
The turtle-shaped compass floated in front of her, with a water-blue light at the four corners, which looked like the deep sea turned over, and a breeze penetrated through. (To be continued)