Chapter 91
Ling Miaomiao tugged at his wrist and got up from the banquet: "come out."
Mu Sheng asked her to pull her out of the hall and quickly walked to the quiet night. The corridor was dark and desolate, in sharp contrast to the bright and lively inside.
Ling Miaomiao walked all the way and looked left and right. Finally, not far away, she saw a small stone pool with a wooden ladle beside it.
"Come here." She pulled him to squat down, grabbed him by the wrist, pulled him to the edge of the pool, and poured a ladle of cold water on the back of his hand.
Mu Sheng looks at her side face quietly. Ling Miaomiao lowers her head with concentration. There is a layer of sweat on her forehead. The ribbon on her hair temples is scattered and long on her shoulders.
He stretched out his left hand to help her pull the ribbon.
Ling Miaomiao looked back at him, put down the ladle and pressed his hand directly into the pool.
The water in the pool is clear and transparent. You can see the gorgeous colored stones below and the fluffy grass growing between the cracks. Several long and narrow fish are shuttling warily in the water. Some of them are rubbing the back of his hand. Greasy, tough touch.
He felt a burning pain later.
Ling Miaomiao still kept the posture of grabbing his wrist, looked at the water and laughed to himself: "look, the little fish has come to bite you."
“……” His long eyelashes moved, his dark eyes fixed on her, looking very soft.
After soaking for a while, Ling Miaomiao pulled out his hand and put it in front of her eyes. The back of his hand was still red. Fortunately, there was no blister. Her finger pulp carefully rubbed it twice: "does it hurt?"
"No pain." He lies blandly.
Ling Miaomiao let out a sigh of relief, spread his hand, wiped the sweat on his head, and glanced at him. The bright Apricot's eyes were full of disgust: "I can't even pour water."
After a pause, she inquired, "go back?"
Mu Sheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and immersed in the pool again. "My hand hurts."
Ling Miaomiao probably has a number in his mind. He doesn't want to hear it for the moment.
She did not persuade, looking at the pool: "then you soak yourself, pull me why?"
The young man's eyelashes gently moved: "block the little fish."
“……” Ling Miaomiao didn't hold on, "hiss" with a smile. He lifted some water on his face. He didn't hide, but just closed his eyes. After the attack, he immediately rubbed her face with his wet cheek.
Two people squat on the edge of the pool, holding the water to play, the shadow of the moonlight obscured, the fish in the pool in panic to shuttle around.
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the old man packed up and was ready to leave.
When he came to the bustle, he added a fire to the bustle, and then withdrew from the bustle.
Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao then got up, followed him to the outside and stopped him.
The old man in cloth clothes unexpectedly turned back and looked closer. He could see the wrinkles beside his red nose, and his mouth was a little shriveled because he began to lose his teeth. It was ridiculous that he was dressed in simple and gorgeous clothes.
This is just a folk artist polished by life.
Mu Yao's eyes were clear, showing an urgent emotion: "may I ask where you heard your story?"
It's just that many details are private. He said it in such detail as if he was in one of them at that time.
The old man's eyes showed some confusion and vigilance.
Liu Fuyi stepped forward: "we have no malice. We are going to lower Liu Fuyi..."
Most of the people who lived among the people had heard of the prestige of Liu Fuyi and jiuxuan's demon collecting tower. He stared in fear: "Liu Fangshi?"
Liu Fu Yi's expression was still modest and reasonable: "don't be afraid. At this point, we have heard some clues from you, some of which we don't understand. Please help us.
“……” The old man was silent, sighed, and put his hands together. "The little old man depends on this oral skill. Please don't talk about it."
Liu Fuyi said sincerely, "that's nature."
"The little old man used to be a storyteller in the market tea shop, talking about romance. More than ten years ago, the most famous brothel near the teahouse suddenly lost its fire and burned clean. The owner, Liu Niang, died. The surviving women ran around and the flower fold collapsed. "
"Some women's jewelry that hasn't been burned down was picked out from the ruins and sold at a low price in the market to earn some spare money."
"It was at that time that I bought a beautiful and exquisite dowry in the market. I wanted to take it back to my mother-in-law to use..." He hesitated for a moment, "who knows, when I opened it, I found that there was a sandwich in the box. There were nearly a hundred crystal clear beads in the sandwich. I looked at it curiously, and then I pinched it. One of them didn't hold it. The beads fell to the ground and broke. A picture came into my mind out of thin air, imitating Buddha. I experienced these things personally."
Mu Yao sighed softly: "it's a woman's tears. When she took the girls into the fireworks field, she even had to collect their painful memories. " She pinched the bridge of her nose in some confusion. "This durian is not a common thing."Liu Fu Yi didn't speak, and she pinched her palm comfortingly.
"Later I changed the shop owner into an ordinary restaurant, so I went to take a chance and adapted the pictures in these beads into stories. Unexpectedly, they were very popular I also got a share from my boss, and my life is more prosperous than usual. "
There was some apology in his words, as if he knew that consuming the tragic past of the deceased was not a very righteous thing.
However, the soul of Fang has passed away, and there is no one to blame.
"Is Murong's story different from others?" Mu Yao asked.
Originally, she only listened to it as an ordinary story, until she heard "you and I expect, the son of name". She was shocked and found that it was no accident that they caught up with this period.
“…… To tell you the truth, Murong's beads are different from those of other women.... " His face showed the color of fear, "only her bead, is blood red..."
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Diji comes out with a food box, and her skirt is embroidered with glittering gold thread. Her steps are light and slow, noble and elegant.
"Your Highness is going to send dinner to the princess again?" In the face of her bodyguard made a sound, some nervous chat up with Duanyang.
It's said that emperor Ji is domineering and capricious, but these days, it seems that she is not so -- she even has a kind of extremely gentle Feminine, always inadvertently attract people's attention.
These days, Diji goes in to visit Princess Zhao with exquisite cakes every day. She wants to be very filial.
Emperor Ji slightly side head, eyes innocent good, and with not blasphemous languid elegance, calm and soft ground should say: "yes, mother Princess think of this palace. I miss my mother, too. "
The bodyguard who spoke to her blushed and bowed his head to avoid speaking. The bodyguard standing behind her frowned to herself. Diji's gorgeous and delicate pink back hem was splashed with black stains.
What is that? At first glance, he thought to himself, it was blood.
"Your Highness!" A man came out panting behind him, and the old supervisor was full of white hair. Silver was shining in the sun. Her face was wrinkled. Her face was swollen and bony. Her shoulders couldn't even hold up her official dress. She looked old.
"Mr. Xu?" The two bodyguards were startled and spoke with one voice.
The old man's breathing was like a bellows. Looking at her, a drop of turbid tears flowed down his face. It seemed that he had held it for a long time before he summoned up his courage: "Your Highness, how can you How can you treat the princess like this? "
"I don't understand what you say." Diji took her food box and took a step towards the guard in front of the door. She was noble and weak, like a fragile night pearl in the box, and needed to be taken care of.
The bodyguard with a sword on his waist "swipe" to remind him: "Duke Xu, don't be rude to your highness."
"You You... " Xu Gonggong's fingers trembled and pointed to the emperor's concubine, with a heavy tone, "Your Highness! The crow feeds back, the lamb kneels down and sucks. No matter how wrong the empress is, it's your mother. How can you... "
Emperor Ji's red lips slightly imperceptibly slightly tilted, raised her eyes, eyes with a little pity smile: "the following offense..."
Red lips light open, eyes a little knot ice, light floating way: "Zhu."
The soft lip of the syllable sounds like a lingering kiss.
“……” The guard's hand hesitated to put on the scabbard and looked at Diji's face with fear.
"No, I'll serve you all my life..." He gave out a few dry and dumb smiles, his voice did not fall, he was full of tears, "bang" to hit the pillar in front of the palace gate, blood splashing.
The guard's hand trembled, and a trace of coldness climbed up the spine.
Emperor Ji heard the sound of the broken skull, but she didn't move. She took two steps with her food box and turned to see him again. Her eyes were pure and charming: "tomorrow, I will come to deliver rice to my mother."
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"isn't ah Sheng your brother?" Liu Fuyi fell into a short daze.
There were more people with the same name in the world. He was not so shocked at that time.
It's only now that I understand why Mu Yao insists on catching up.
Murong's story is very complicated. The storyteller can finish it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, which makes the terrified storyteller go ahead. After he leaves, Mu Yao suddenly spits out this amazing secret.
When he thought about it carefully, he felt a chill lingering in his heart: "Yao'er, tell me carefully, what's ah Sheng's life experience?"
"I heard from my parents that ah Sheng asked them to pick it up from the monster's nest when he was three years old. At that time, the child's parents were away."
Liu Fuyi held his fingers in silence. He only showed this kind of action when he encountered a difficult problem.
He pondered for a long time Why have you never mentioned this to me? "
Mu Yao's eyes were a little sad, shining in the Moonlight: "not only I didn't tell you, no one outside knows - I raised ah Sheng as my younger brother, and I don't want him to see other people's faces outside. Later, something happened at home, and I was so worried every day that I couldn't think about it. "“……” Liu Fu Yi is silent for a long time, comfortingly embraces her shoulder, "what else do you know? If you don't mind, just say it, I'll help you think."
Mu Yao leaned in his arms and said, "do you remember the hairband on ah Sheng's head?"
"Well."
There was a little loss in her eyes: "when I was a child, one day, my mother called me to the room. At that time, ah Sheng was still quiet. He was sitting in a chair and his feet couldn't touch the ground. I remember vaguely - at that time, his hair was over his shoulders, his eyebrows were soft, and he looked like a little girl. "
"Well." Liu Fuyi patted the back of her hand.
"Niang took a hair band from the box and tied it up slowly in front of me. After combing her hair, she began to cough. After a long cough, she held ah Sheng's shoulder and said to him, "in any case, this hair band can't be taken off. Do you know?"
Liu Fu Yi frowned: "this hair band..."
"I only know that it's not an ordinary hair band. After it's tied, it won't fall off unless he takes it off himself."
"And then?"
"And then..." She tried to recall, frowning deeply. "Then, my mother took ah Sheng over and said to me," Yao'er looks at my younger brother and can't let him take off his hair band. "She also asked me to make an oath to the wall with the Mu family motto engraved on it."
"The oath under that wall can't be violated all my life. I've always been impressed. Later, when ah Sheng got close to me, he asked him to promise me that he would never take off my hair band. For so many years, I've been asking for help..."
Liu Fuyi sighed: "didn't you ask your mother? What's the purpose of this hairband? Why can't it be removed? "
"Niang said to me that before ah Sheng was rescued, he let a monster inject Demon power. His physique was not an ordinary child, and his character was more extreme than others. We should give more guidance, otherwise we can make mistakes, and remember to do so. "
Liu Fu Yi pause: "that is the meaning of restraint, norms?"
Mu Yao nodded, thinking of the moon night, Mu Sheng's claws exposed in front of her, a chill in her heart, "in the end, it's my sister who didn't do it well."
Liu Fuyi shook his head, calmed down for a moment, and shook his head again: "No."
Mu Yao looks at him with doubts in her eyes.
"If you think about it again, since ah Sheng was a child, I think about it now."
“……” Following his words, Mu Yao recalls that from the time he first entered Mu's family, tied up his hair band, grew up, experienced with her, and was insulted by others, to the night when "she" revealed her identity
That night
"How can I Why can't I remember something? "
She held her temple blankly, and her eyes flashed a look of fear.
She seldom has the time and opportunity to recall her childhood completely. The unfolding memory is like a continuous scroll. She suddenly finds that there are several pieces in the middle, which are actually blank.
Even when did Musheng have the word "Ziqi" and why is it called "Musheng" She has no impression of the pictures before he was seven years old. It seems that her earliest memory is the moment when her mother tied the little boy's hair band in front of the mirror.
The intersection of Mu Sheng and "she" It's chaos.
And for so many years, why does she subconsciously feel that everything is natural and should be so?
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