Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 27

The night was spent in the hospital in the north of the city.

After seeing the doctor, the old doctor in the medical hall took out the best medicinal materials in the hall, and made medicinal soup with Xuming ginseng, and fed it into Ying Ge’s mouth little by little with a long spoon. But after half a bowl of medicinal soup was poured, she still couldn’t wake up, and the high fever did not go away, and she kept talking inaudible nonsense, as if she had fallen into a vicious nightmare in her drowsiness.

The old doctor meant that if the girl still couldn’t wake up before dawn, please go out the back door and turn right. There is a coffin shop next door, which not only sells coffins but also provides one-stop funeral services.

Although this kind of humanized layout is warm, but Ying Ge must not die here. When she died, we first had to buy a coffin, then we had to survey the cemetery, and we had to ask someone to carry Xiao Xiao to dig the tomb to seal the ground…everywhere, money was spent, and it was really endless. For the present plan, the only way to re-apply the old skills to Jie Mengliang and enter the dream of Ying Ge, before dawn, successfully bring her out.

I feel in my heart that if you love someone, you must cherish him, that is, you can’t let Mu Yan take any risks, but I still can’t help but lead him into a dangerous dream. This makes me feel scared. I know I have always wanted to kill him subconsciously. , I just didn’t expect that the reason would be defeated by the subconscious.

In other words, human reason has never been against the subconscious. Enemy the subconscious all went to become a Nagato monk.

With the sound of the clapper, he walked across the Jiemengliang and watched from afar. It was different from the fragmentation last time. This time, Yingge’s dream was very coherent and clear.

Since we must find the crux of the problem and untie her knot to bring her out smoothly, we have to spend a while to read the entire story. Many doubts in my heart were answered one by one, but I still couldn’t figure out what it was that Nightmare stayed Yingge, every node in this story seemed to have the possibility of Nightmare staying her. This is the fate of a killer. Such a bad fate tells us that the career of a killer cannot be entrusted for life.

The story begins in the seventh year of Zheng Jinghou ascending the throne.

In the 7th year of Jinghou, the flying flowers were green and the spring was deep.

Twenty-year-old Ying Ge is already the best assassin in Tingwei Mansion. Starting from killing the first person at the age of sixteen, in the past four years, countless murders have been done with a long and short knife in his hand.

The woman’s best years have been immersed in blood, her hostility is so dizzy that her eyebrows are growing brighter, and she has been with soldiers for many years. The so-called soft heart is worn out in front of life and death, and every smile reveals a blade. Like coldness.

The subordinates of the Rong Mansion were afraid of her collectively, and they were afraid to talk to her, so that they were often in a situation where there was no one in a distance, and everything could only be self-sufficient. But this is not all good, at least no one dared to bother when reading a novel.

In stark contrast, with the same eyebrows, the golden sparrow who was connected to Rongfu after her grandmother’s death was loved by everyone, and was not as popular as Brother Ying.

To sum up the reasons, firstly, Jinque loves to laugh, and it shows a three-point smile before speaking with others, like a sunflower blooming in the sun and rain, beautiful and clean; secondly, Jinque is willing to help others and often helps the gardener in the garden. He played with the flowers and plants, helped the mother in the kitchen stew the soup and washed clothes, and also taught the little girls how to embroider the most fashionable embroidery for free.

Jinque is so approachable and possesses all the beauty that a seventeen-year-old girl should not have. Compared with his sister, Ying Ge is not so versatile. The only thing he can do is to kill, and killing is obviously not a talent. If she grows up like an ordinary girl, like a younger sister, she is supported by her sister’s monthly salary every month, so she can make soup and embroider.

But she didn’t care. Rong Xun picked her back nine years ago. Rong Xun is her lifesaver. She will try to do what he wants her to become. It’s like she’s fainted, but she has become a killer. For example, she is afraid of thunder, but she can put her target to death without changing her face in the midst of the raging thunder. April 17, Rong Xun’s 24th birthday.

The rain in late spring is endless. Brother Ying was injured in Zhao’s mission. His arm was marked with a horrible long mark. He was supposed to slow down his journey and raise him, but he was thinking about Rong Xun’s birthday. He went all the way to eat and sleep. He hurried for seven days and finally rushed. Returned to Sifang City on April 16.

Zhao Guo is rich in white porcelain. She wanted to make a piece of porcelain by herself and bring it back to Zheng Guo as a birthday gift for Rong Xun. Regrettably, although the knife is so neat, the handwork is not as good as a three-year-old child, so she followed the ceramic master for several days. I barely made a weird cup, too big for drinking and too small for tea. I really don’t know what I can use to drink.

But the white glaze on the cup is very good, clear and shiny, which is very valuable at first glance. She wrapped the cup in silk layer by layer, and took it back to Sifang City on the journey for seven days before stepping into the gate of Rongfu. She couldn’t wait to rush to Rongxun’s room to show it to him.

Everyone said that Ying Ge was cold. Cold people occasionally show such a childish side, which is actually a huge cuteness…

The rain poured down, the parasol trees in the courtyard covered the sky, and after the thunderstorms fell in the thick shade, the trees shivered in the rain. The little boy who answered the door handed her an umbrella. She took off her clothes, wrapped her arms tightly in silk and wrapped the porcelain cup with oil paper. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she held the umbrella. Step into the rain.

Avoiding the report of the little girl outside the house, she wanted to give him a surprise, thinking about how he would look at her at this time, how his eyebrows would be frowned, and how he would loosen up to make a smile He looked like a smile, and even thought of the first words he would say when he saw her: “How come back so soon, this trip can be smooth?”

On the way home, all the splashed mud spots were sprinkled on the cloak. She took off the cloak and handed it to the little girl outside with the oil paper umbrella. She only held the porcelain cup in her arms and flashed through the half-open door neatly. . A flash of lightning sprang out from the sky, like a silver spear of a **** general, piercing the dusk. In the thick light brought by the lightning, Rong Xun was standing at the back of the book case, holding a pen to write something.

In addition. In the study that has always been kept away from idlers, his sister Jinquejing also sits beside the case with her own cheeks.

auzw.com The interior room is silent, and you can hear the sound of wolves passing the rice paper. Rong Xun immersed himself in writing for a while, and when he looked up at Jinque, his eyes were faintly smiling: “These two One word is Jinque, your name.”

The originally sitting Jinque stood up curiously, stood by the book case, and carefully examined the rice paper on the case: “What is this line of words here…” The end of the speech and the sudden anger from the sky turned into a scream. At the same time, he squatted on the ground, covering his ears tightly.

Rong Xun, who was holding Mo Shi Yan Mo, was stunned. He looked at her for a while, and stretched out his hand to pull her up: “I’m afraid of thunder when I’m so big?” The words did not fall, and the thunder sounded one after another. Ears backed back and his legs tripped over the table. He quickly reached out and hugged her to avoid her waist hitting the corner of the table and frowned, “Why is this careless.”

For a long time, he did not let go of her. She still covered her ears tightly with her hands.

Some things are harder to keep, like Yingge’s love, like a porcelain cup in her hand. There was a muffled noise inside and outside, Jinque’s eyes suddenly widened, and his sight ended on a purple skirt corner of the threshold.

The copper lampstand only lit a candle, which made the room dimly yellow. In the dim light, Rong Xun’s voice was faint: “Who?”

The corners of the purple skirt moved, and the rustle of brocade rubbing was like a sycamore dancing with the wind in the courtyard of Qinghaoshi, Yingge in purple stood at the door of the inner room, his temples wrapped in the cloak for too long, scattered and damp, tied to the cheeks and forehead, The expression on his face was as cold as the cold rain in April.

There was another thunder, like an iron hammer falling from a height. Jinque flicked in Rong Xun’s arms and pushed him away suddenly, but he staggered and almost fell down. When he grasped her hand, it was reflected by the dim candle light. A pair of silver-purple sleeves with Hui Lin Lan Gao on it.

Holding Jinque up to his feet, Rong Xun turned his head and looked at Ying Ge at the door, as if he had only discovered her: “Why come back so quickly, this trip can be smooth?” Even what she said was what she had expected before. not bad.

She looked at him with a cold expression suddenly showing a smile, and the smile gradually reached the corner of her eyes, the transition was like a dead tree gradually growing red flowers. The amorous feelings on his face would make people commit suicide if they were seen by a brothel girl who had been in love for a long time.

That amorous smile was hidden under the thick butterfly-wing eyelashes, before reaching the bottom of his eyes: “If you get things done early, come back sooner.”

The room was quiet, Rong Xun raised his head and glanced at her, then re-held the pen and ink on the case: “Then go down and rest.” His eyes were wrapped in black cloth on the ground, “What is that?”

She turned around to retreat, hearing the words, picked up the package that had just fallen on the ground, and paused: “It’s nothing, nothing is important.”

The affairs of the State of Zhao were handled cleanly, and Rong Xun rewarded Qingchiju to Brother Ying. This reward is truly generous. You know that everything has been elusive and indefinite throughout the ages. Only the house is constantly increasing in value.

Qingchiju in Rongfu is only inferior to Qingyingju where Rongxun lives. That is to say, the two courtyards are so big, so in order to meet the symmetrical aesthetics of architecture, they must be designed to be different from the east to the west. In short, it is never possible to stay together. Brother Ying moved out of Jiying Pavilion, which was next to Rong Xun’s bedroom, and moved to Qingchi Ju, which was separated from Rong Xun by a thousand miles.

She lived in Jiyin Pavilion for six years. From the age of 14 to 20, she finally moved out of the yard. The next guest to live in Jiyin Pavilion is her sister Jinque.

Suddenly, various speculations spread from the table of Rongfu. There are legends that Ying-ge is completely out of favor, but the legend also believes that if Rong Xun is completely out of favor, it is impossible to reward Ying-ge’s good house, but then the legend thinks that this house may be Rong Xun’s subsidy to Ying-ge’s break-up fee.

There are legends that Rong Xun fell in love with Jinque, but the legend also believes that there can only be one reason for a man to throw off another woman for one woman. This woman is very rich and beautiful. Consider Jinque and Jinque. Brother Ying looks exactly the same, and if Rong Xun really abandons Brother Ying for the sake of Jinque, then it’s just fine.

But then the legend feels that the relationship itself is a flirting, and the emotional world of a man is even more difficult to describe. If you are not a man, you will never understand it. However, according to this statement, a man and a woman together are far less harmonious than a man and a man together, because it seems that only men can understand each other more easily. So at this point, the legend completely digressed.

While there was a lot of turmoil surrounding this incident in Rongfu’s private, two of the three people involved were calm.

Rong Xun was in a high position and was always calm. In comparison, Ying Ge’s calmness is a bit unclear. I never seem to have seen her embarrassed, even if she broke into my room that night and was full of tears in her dreams, she did not cry like ordinary people. The only person who can’t calm down is Jinque.

On the day that Brother Ying moved out of Jiyin Pavilion, Jinque stopped her by a rockery where she was heading to Qingchiju. Her expression was haggard and her smiling eyes were not at all, but she was determined to look at her sister: “Why are you? Don’t scold me? Why don’t you ignore me? Sister, are you, do you hate, hate…”

The tears were running down the corners of the eyes before the words were over, and it was too late to wipe them on the clothes. The heads of Shanghai Tang flowers are blooming, and it is like a fire. She rushed into Ying Ge’s arms, slammed her against the rockery, and put her arms around her neck, just like when she was a child, tears touched her cheeks.

Brother Ying, who was clinging to her tightly, finally lowered his head to look at her. Her appearance was reflected in the thick black pupils, just like the flowering branches of Begonia that fell in front of her eyes. Jin Que choked up and spat in her ear: “Sister, we leave here, Rong Xun is not your beloved.”

Ying Ge is leaning on the rockery with her back, the purple silk dress is woven with large butterflies and flowers, a good pattern that melts in spring, and it only looks cold on her. Jinque clung to her and cried unevenly. She rested her head on a sunken rock, raised her chin slightly, looked at the high blue sky, and smiled softly: “Do you know. What are the consequences of the domestic killer leaving his owner? Five years, I will be forgiving. Home, too many enemies have been planted.”

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