Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 18

Xiao Lan looked at me for a while, and said lightly: “This is a real dream. Mrs. Shen is eager to love someone who will never betray her in her life. General Shen died when she loved her most. She cherished his never betrayal love. To live, as long as she spends this sad time, she is asking for a lifetime of worry-free Changle. If you don’t kill General Shen, there will be endless troubles. Can you guarantee that in this illusion, he will not betray his life?”

I was surprised: “You can tell me so much truth, don’t you men hate to talk about these love affairs?”

He glanced at me: “Is there such a thing? If there is such a thing, all Da Chao’s brothel should not want to do business.”

When I thought about it, I felt that this answer was really sharp.

I held Xiaolan’s hand to leave this illusion. He held my hand instead and said lightly: “A phantom is a phantom. You don’t need to be so serious about these phantom matters.”

He said this, and a pair of cloud geese flew high in the sky.

The Huaxu realm flew for half a year, but the world was only a day.

After leaving the illusion, a warm current suddenly rushed into the place where the shark bead was placed on his chest, causing the blood throughout his body to heat up. It was Yuzhu who had sucked Song Ning’s life. She was dead. In this lonely dusk, no one knew.

The servants of the other courtyard are still standing by the water pavilion. Jun Wei and Xiao Huang are dozing around the piano table, the sun is lazily shed, everything is peaceful and quiet, as if nothing happened. When Zhi Su saw Xiao Lan, he was pleasantly surprised: “Young Master!” Aroused Xiao Huang and Jun Wei, one person and one tiger hurried forward to see if I was injured. At this moment, a cluster of flames suddenly burst out of the water pavilion not far away, and a huge fire was instantly ignited.

Jun Wei was taken aback: “Song Ning is still there, right?” He was about to rush to rescue him, but was stopped by me.

Xiaolan whispered: “It seems that she has already expected the final outcome.”

Jun Wei and I told the story again, watching the curtains hanging around the water pavilion twist in an unbelievable posture in the fire, and suddenly remembered that in the fantasy world, she asked me to burn her body in a fire.

Sure enough, it was Song Ning. Without me, she had already arranged the funeral before dreaming. Across the lotus pond, there were a lot of horror and crying. Several loyal servants rushed into the water pavilion wrapped in wet quilts in the pond, but they were all blocked by the raging fire. Song Ning has always been careful, because every inch of the water pavilion will be licked through by the flames. She wants to burn herself into a mass of ashes, put it in a beautiful porcelain bottle, and return to the country of Lebanon after seven years of absence.

The fire grew stronger by the wind, reflecting the red light for a long time. The beams of the house fell from a high place into the lotus pond. The four pillars supporting the water pavilion collapsed suddenly, and the rattan bed could be seen burning. Song Ning, sleeping peacefully here, was hidden in the flames.

In folklore, this kind of story always rains heavily at the right time, but the fire above the water pavilion is gradually extinguished until it burns out. God has not fallen a drop of rain. The evening breeze is still cool, and the setting sun is like blood. . The **** setting sun reflected a ruin on the lotus pond, and a large number of servants knelt down in front of the ruins, and no one dared to move Song Ning’s body.

I said to Xiaolan, “Let’s go, go and kill her.”

He glanced behind me and said lightly: “Without our help, the one who killed her is here.”

I turned around curiously, and saw the person who had died of Song Ning’s body in Xiao Lan’s mouth under the thick shade of the old willow trees beside the stone road, and the person who forced her to death.

Shen An, her husband.

He wore a snow-white brocade robe, with dark patterns on the front and sleeves, like a luxurious mourning dress. Such occasions. He walked in front of us all the way, his white brocade robe lined his white face, his eyebrows were still cold, his voice was trembling: “Where is she, where is she?”

I pointed to the ruins on the pond in front of me: “Did you hear that she died and came to collect her corpse? She told me that she wanted a large bottle of ashes in blue-and-white porcelain with blue glaze on a white background. Bottle, did you bring the bottle?”

He opened his mouth, didn’t speak, turned and hurried towards the ruins I was pointing at, but he staggered and almost fell. The servants kneeling in front of the water pavilion hurriedly let go. I held the piano a few steps to follow, and saw him swaying fiercely, kneeling in the ruins, and the setting sun pulled out a long shadow behind itself.

Over his shoulders, you can see the remains of Song Ning on the ground. When I saw her this morning, she was still wearing a high bun, with rouge on her cheeks, she was indescribably bright and beautiful.

The morning is a beauty, and the evening is dead.

Time stood still, and I saw Shen An kneeling quietly in this still time.

A section of the charred crossbar broke apart with a snap, as if suddenly awakened, he hugged her, his fingertips turned white with fierce movements, but his voice was soft: “Didn’t you say, death depends on you.” Do you want me to die in front of you? You said, I’m sorry, do you want to see how God can repay me? You hate me so much, I am not dead, how can you die first?” No one answered him .

He hugged her tightly, cautiously, as if holding a rare treasure, his pale face clinging to her rugged skull, as if whispering to a lover: “A Ning, you speak.”

The ruins at dusk were filled with the scorching atmosphere of the fire, and the ground was hot.

Seeing all this, I suddenly felt the emptiness of life, and I was powerless to ask him: “What do you want her to say? She can’t say anything anymore, even if you want to hear it, you can’t say it anymore. There is one sentence. She once told me that on the wedding night, she wanted to say a sweet word to you. She was just married to Jiang Guo, and she was not familiar with her life, and her eyes were full of you. She had no parents or sisters, and no one taught How did she win her husband’s favor. But that night, she wanted to tell you sincerely, saying:’Husband, I will leave A Ning to you, and give it to you well, please cherish it.’ It’s a pity. , You didn’t let her speak out.”

He looked up sharply.

I squatted down and looked into his eyes: “You said Song Ning hates you, but she has never hated you. There was no woman in the world who would love you like her.”

He stared at me hard, as if being hit hard by something, his pale face faded away, and for a long time, he let out a muffled smile, and gritted his teeth every word: “She loves me? How dare you say that. She Never loved me. She wished I died on the battlefield.”

I found a place to sit down and put Yaoqin on my knees: “That’s what she said against her heart.”

I looked up at him: “Shen An, I heard that you haven’t seen Song Ning in two years. Do you still remember her appearance? I will show you her appearance again, how about?”

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Without waiting for him to answer, I have plucked the last note on the piano. Rebounding the Huaxu tune, the illusion woven for Song Ning can appear in the world. I don’t need him to answer, whether he wants or not, there are some things, always let him know.

In this sullen twilight, above the ruins, scenes of past events flashed in midair, reflected in the muddy pool water.

It was snowflakes flying in the desert, Song Ning clinging to the horse’s back, crossing the messy sand and stone Gobi, her arm was scratched by the sharp gravel blown by the wind, and she licked it with her tongue. Holding the horse’s neck, he urged the exhausted horse more tightly: “Run faster. I beg you to run faster. He can’t wait for Shen An.”

It was Cangluye’s Shura Field. She dismounted and stumbled into the pile of dead people. Her face was flushed with the **** wind, her body was stained with blood, and her lips were tight and she was rummaging in the pile of corpses. From dawn to late night, I finally found the person I was looking for. She wiped the blood on his face little by little with her sleeves, and hugged him tightly: “Shen An. I knew that I should have come.” Before the end, she covered her eyes and tears fell.

It was a snow-capped cave on the side of the battlefield. He was covered with her velvet robe to protect him from the cold. She swallowed him on his lips and forced him to swallow it bit by bit. There is no star in the sky, and there is a howling cold wind outside the cave. She tremblingly lies on his chest: “When will you wake up, will you not wake up again? Shen An, I am afraid.”

She hugged him, shrank herself and lay down beside him: “Shen An, I am afraid.”

During the three days in the snow-capped mountains, she accidentally fell from the snow **** with him on her back. There were sharp wooden stakes under the slope. She tried her best to protect him in front of her. The wooden stakes brushed her waist. She breathed a sigh of relief with pain, “Fortunately.” She kissed his eyes, sat up on her own, holding his face: “I will save you, even if you die, I will save you.”

Hua Xu’s tune came to an abrupt end, and I asked him: “You have seen Song Ning like this?”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a mouthful: “That’s not true, I don’t believe it.” Shen An in front of him tightly covered his chest with a hand, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and his body trembled fiercely, but he looked at me word by word. Speak decisively, “I don’t believe what you showed me, it’s not true, I don’t believe it.”

I thought it was funny, and I really laughed out: “Shen An, whether it is true or not, you know best in your heart. She always wants to tell you, but you never give her a chance.”

I said, “Shen An, do you know how Song Ning died? An illusion. She indulged in the illusion and gave up her life. In that illusion, you finally fell in love with her, and you met with a white head. She was immersed in the illusion. In such an illusion, this is actually nothing. It is normal to think about what you can’t get. But then you died in battle, and even if you died, she didn’t want to leave the illusion. She remembered the pain you gave in reality. Compared with the pain you gave her in reality, she would rather endure the pain of losing you forever in the illusion. She ordered someone to burn her remains and didn’t want to leave you with anything. She originally loved you that way. Shen An, you I don’t know, she has loved you for seven years.”

After I said this, I saw his trembling fingers stroking a jade bracelet on her wrist and shin, and holding it tightly, showing white knuckles, suddenly he leaned forward and spit out a mouthful of blood, red blood spilled on Song On the ribs of Ning’s remains, a strange monster appeared. He called out the name, as if he couldn’t help himself in pain, opening and closing his lips several times before he could make a sound: “A Ning.” But she could no longer respond.

I hugged the piano and said, “She asked me to send her ashes back to Li State. Since then, you have nothing to do with you, General Shen. I will come to pick Song Ning’s ashes in three days.”

He ignored me, staggered and picked her up, stepping out of the water pavilion step by step, as if he would fall down at any time.

The servants lying on the ground were weeping.

I was stunned, and said, “Alright, General Shen has realized her last wish, put her into a blue-glazed porcelain vase with a white background, and handed it to his brother.”

The silence was like a winding blade, and his dumb voice came from a trance of crying: “What can she say to me before she is dying?”

I looked at his back: “No, not a word, she has nothing to ask for you.”

Not long after this incident, it was heard that Li and Jiang were at war again. The Li State was under the command of General Song Yan, and Jiang State sent Zhenyuan General Shen An to expedition. At that time, we were traveling around the border of Jiang State.

On the rainy night of the seventh day of May, Xiao Lan brought news that Shen An had died in Canglu Ye. He had taken the lead in this battle and should have won a big victory. For some reason, he would be defeated and died. It is said that before he died, he asked his minister to bury himself in the wild of Cangluye. When he was buried, they found that he was carrying a small blue and white porcelain vase with him. The porcelain vase was filled with unknown white powder.

When the concubine in his home heard the news of his death in the battle, she hung a white silk that night and hung herself in the flower hall.

Xiao Lan asked me what I thought, and I smiled and said to him: “If Princess Jingwu Song Ning were still alive in this world, perhaps Shen An would not die. There is only one person in the world who will love him and save him regardless of his life. It’s a pity that I died too early.”

He was silent for a while, and said: I said, “Really?”

He does not speak. There is only one person in the world who will love him and save him regardless of his life, but he died too much. “Maybe it is because Song Ning is dead that he died?”

I looked at the night rain outside the window and said lightly: “I don’t believe it.” I lowered my head and asked Xiao Huang: “Do you believe it?” Xiao Huang gnawed half a roast chicken peacefully, and when he heard me calling it, he looked up at me blankly. After a while, he lowered his head and continued to chew on himself.

We were silent for a long time facing each other, and I asked him: “Why don’t you wear blue clothes these days?”

He smiled and said, “Why do I have to wear blue clothes?”

I said, “Because your name is Xiaolan.”

He raised beautiful eyebrows: “I wonder why you never ask my name, Xiaolan was not raised by you…”

He made a thinking appearance, as if he was choosing a suitable word, the lantern crackled, and he looked at me calmly: “Isn’t it the nickname you gave me?”

I recalled the outline of the matter and found that it was so. I took the tea cup and poured water: “You originally had your own name, uh, it’s just that I think the name is nothing more than a symbol. Calling you Xiaolan is used to shouting, so I forgot to ask your original name. What name, what was your original name?”

He whispered: “Muyan, longing admiration, speechless words, my name.”

My hand slipped and the tea cup fell to the ground with a snap.

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