Love and Hate: She Came Back: Volume 1

By Tian Xiaomi

"One life is lost, two lives are lost, and the desolation becomes a dream." Life, He Huan? What was so fortunate about dying?She had once pampered the harem with her beauties, but because of the queen's framing, she had suffered the humiliation of falling under some unwarranted crime. When a hundred years of waiting were exchanged for a single chance, she would use the name of Yuwen, to seek justice for her wronged kin …When hatred reached its peak, one's debt would be repaid by blood. She used her wits to hook up murder plans one after another; she used love as a weapon, one after the other; she was in her room in the backyard, she was in her room in the imperial court, she was determined to kill everything in her path.Hatred hid in the heart, but love was born. Zhuo Yang's love is as persistent as fire, and Haotian's love is as cold as ice, and Xiuya's love is as strong as wine. He swore an oath that he would never fail in his life, accompanied by life and death, and he was as carefree as the seas and oceans … "In the face of a good man of the current age, who was separated by his blood, she felt hatred and hatred. What was the choice between love and love …"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: Dec 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781647811969

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ABANDONMENT(3)

CHAPTER 1 - YUN HEN YU CHOU JIANGNAN STILL CALLS HER A BEAUTY(1)

It was a very cold winter. The biting cold wind was unbridled, making the dead branches and leaves rustle. The cloudy sky was always covered with dark clouds.

This kind of depression also spread through the red house.

Winter passed quickly, and Red Chamber is still Jiangnan's first floor. His mother's tone remained the same unchanging solemnity when she spoke.

My name is Yinwen, my name is now.

Liuchang said that the Red Chamber stood for a hundred years in the southern part of the River, regardless of the rise and fall of the wind and rain. However, its rise and fall was unrelenting, due to the two exceptionally talented and beautiful renowned courtesans. Every time he did this, Liu Chang's eyes would be filled with an inexplicable sense of sorrow. She took my face in her hands and stroked it, her rough hands like cracked bark that stung my face.

Liu Chang stood up, pushed open the window and used a bamboo pole to prop it up. Outside the window, the white snow was drifting in the wind, covering the red house in a layer of white.

You're almost seventeen. Yuchang looked at me sadly.

Yes.

Growth means many things. To lose, or to gain, which is wrong, which is wrong, which is wrong, and which may never be measured.

It means more to me, I smiled. Liuchang, you said the rules of the Red Chamber are very strange, why is it that the lady can only receive guests at the age of seventeen? If we wait for so long, I'm afraid that it will catch the interest of our benefactors.

I was the third woman from Red Mansion. She was so beautiful that she transcended the world.

It was also a marriage. The delicate imperial concubine of two hundred years ago.

Three lifetimes, I only lived for hatred, for revenge. Who would have thought that the three women from Red Tower would be the same person, a pitiful woman who had suffered the humiliation of being reincarnated into a prostitute. So what if he was immortal? So what if she was beautiful? It was given to me only to torture me, to soak my life of humiliation with wine she envied. The pain of living rather than death was more terrible than death. The most tragic continuation in this world was to be unable to beg for death. I am silent because I can only accept; I accept, but only for the sake of waiting; I wait, for the change of fate in this life, for the only chance of revenge, for the growth of a boy.

Bang! The table was empty. Not long ago, it should have been a set of fine porcelain pots with light blue carvings that looked like embroidery.

Aunt … Girl, I... I didn't mean to. " Xiao Yu said carefully.

I looked down at the pale blue fragments on the floor.

Xiao Yu did not move. She just stood there, frozen in place. I didn't say anything more. I looked out the window at the blue, washed-out sky.

Pfft! Xiao Yu laughed, Lady, you act so well, hahaha.

I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. Xiaoyu was still as rash as she was when she smashed the crimson jade bracelet. In the Red Chamber, the girl's life isn't worth as much as one of Hua Kui's Scarlet Jewels. Perhaps it is this kind of innocence that reminds me of the past, when I was similarly naive. There are too many deceitful, competing for fame, simple rain like a clear spring, clear bottom, I hope that one day I can see if my soul is still pure.

Miss, you don't even know how many of those girls have been trying to recruit guests and win over the hearts of others in the past few days. But in my opinion, it's all useless. As long as you're seventeen, they won't be able to survive. The guests will all be forced to come to you, she said in an exaggerated tone. The women of Red Mansion are already a legend!

Why does it sound like you've seen it before? I stared into her big, watery eyes.

How have I ever seen it? Isn't it the moment when Liuchang rambled on about how the two women from Red Tower were able to make a living?

Xiao Yu, you seem to be looking forward to me receiving a guest at the age of seventeen?

Yes, not only me, everyone is waiting, Nightingale hurriedly nodded. To see who's the one with the most full purse, and at what price they would be worthy of you.

Since it was measured with money, where was the match? Since ancient times, how could a woman and her benefactor have any lasting feelings of love? Only money was the most reliable form of support.

The sky was still blue and snowy, but it was no longer bone-chilling cold. Occasionally, one could see the sun lazily climbing out.

Red Mansion was as prosperous as it used to be. It was a song that lasted through the night, and it also had a tinge of excitement mixed within. Everyone was looking forward to the eighth day of the first month. Even if there was no chance for a lover, it was still a worthwhile trip.

Red Mansion's rules: Every girl who has reached the age of seventeen is officially listed. The highest bidder gets their first night. My birthday is the eighth of January.

Yinwen, tomorrow is the young master's birthday, his mother said with a hint of gloom still etched on her brow. I hope you can play the lyre with the lyre.

I looked down. Yes.

I want you to show your face before the auction so that more people can participate, She turned around and left, closing the door behind her, Xiaoyu's proposal was very good.

As the door closed, the smile faded from my face.

Zhu family generation for the official, the power of a side, high bed warm pillow, rich clothes. The Zhu Clan's Young Master's birthday naturally could not be shabby.

Red light hung, gold thread silver ornaments, fine wine and delicious food. The birthday feast was in the front hall, with sixteen large carved sandalwood round tables. The carving was exquisite and lifelike. In the middle of the room was a slightly large but uncarved piece. Naturally, it looked as if it was made from nature and had an ancient flavor. The expert could tell at a glance that this was a legendary and extraordinary wood. On the wall opposite the big table hung a scarlet letter Life. It was written in bold and forceful characters like dragons swimming in the sea. The ink used was actually cinnabar. It was a personal drawing. It went without saying that the Zhu Family was illustrious.

I waited in the side hall while Xiaoyu held the lyre. The birthday banquet had just begun, and the crowd was already clamoring. The people giving gifts and toasting toasts were all over the place.

After three rounds of drinking, an old and solemn voice sounded out, I am indebted to all of you for coming to attend my son's birthday banquet. This old man has specially prepared a thin gift to thank all of you for coming from afar. Of course, the woman from the Red Chamber was a devastatingly beautiful woman with an extraordinary appearance. However, what this old man admired the most was Miss Yinwen's silk bamboo skills. It was exactly as the saying goes: a seven-string melody would last for three days without end."

I went on stage to the cheers and sat down to the exclamations. I, dressed in white, with long hair hanging down to my shoulders, walk gracefully. As he strummed the zither, music arose and the clear sound of a jade plate falling from the sky was emitted with a flick of his finger. A faint trace of anticipation appeared in his heart. After carefully calculating it, given the approaching days, would he really come?

After the song ended, I stood up and thanked him.

Ah! A sharp scream rang out. Beside me, Xiaoyu's face was pale, her fingers trembling as she pointed to my right.

There was a man standing there. He was dressed in bright red clothes, and there was no trace of the usual beauty or solemnity. Instead, he seemed to be born with an elegant demeanor. His arched eyebrows, his bright eyes, and his upturned mouth were all smiling now.

CHAPTER 2 - YUN HEN YU CHOU JIANGNAN STILL CALLS HER A BEAUTY(2)

One moment he wasn't there, and the next he was with me. From the panic-stricken and doubtful looks of the crowd, I knew that no one knew how he had done it, even though there were many famous martial artists among them.

He smiled, but his eyes roamed over my chest. I blushed and stepped back.

Impudent, where did this frivolous child come from? Master Shangguan had always been a vengeful person and revered fellow daoists.

The man was still laughing, even more wantonly, and he took my arm and pulled me into his. A firm, cold chest, I struggled, and he smiled. But smiling to him was just a mask to conceal or forget true feelings, without any meaning or emotion.

Master Shangguan's veins were exposed as he steeled his fists and said, Speak your name, I won't accept nameless ghosts.

Everyone cheered. Ten years ago, the Iron Fist Shangguan Shu had already shaken Wu Lin. His moves were deadly and deadly. In the battle of Taihang Mountains, the number of Taihang bandits who had died under his fists was no less than forty.

The red clothed man's lips curled upwards as he spat out two words, Xuan Fei.

A deathly silence. Pavilion Master Shangguan's tightly clenched fists gradually loosened, his crimson face was filled with the fear of retreating. The others retreated with the same frightened expressions. They were no longer eager to give it a try. I also broke out in a cold sweat.

He would rather meet Yan Luo, than Xuan Fei.

Xuan Fei was the most terrifying rapist of recent years. No one knew how powerful his martial arts were. At least no one came back alive, whether it was the court officials who were ordered to arrest him or the martial artists who wanted to exterminate the people, none of them came back. More innocent girls. The officials and martial artists complained, but they were helpless to do anything.

Xuan Fei held me even tighter as he glanced around the hall. With a mocking smile on his face, he said, Since no one wants to see my martial arts, then I will bring my beauty to another place to enjoy myself.

I bit my lip and beat him hard. He did not move an inch. His iron arms were tightly locked together as he laughed sinisterly. Don't tell me that the beauty wants to …

I glared at him furiously. Coincidentally, I met his teasing gaze. When their gazes met, he instantly petrified. You …

Under the shocked expression of Xuan Fei, I seemed to have sensed something was wrong.

However, he did not move. No one would dare to move rashly in such a situation. Suddenly, a tyrannical power spread out in the surroundings. My entire body was surrounded by a strong tension. It was difficult to breathe as my chest felt like a thousand kilograms of pressure.

Xuan Fei was on his guard, his clothes fluttering with bright red light. Only in his dreams could he see such brilliance.

However, he still fell, pierced through the chest by a heavy sword emitting cold energy. Bright red blood, bright red clothes, bright red flowers that flew in the air as they fell.

Everything happened too quickly. It was over before he could see it clearly. Blood splattered everywhere. Xuan Fei had died without any warning. It was so simple. But at that moment, his smile was very complicated — a smile that even in death could not be described with words. There was the joy of reuniting, the fear of dying, the shock, helplessness, sorrow, satisfaction … There were also many emotions that could not be understood and would never be understood.

At that moment, his heart suddenly twitched. His heart, which he thought had died on that snowy night, was actually hurting. That you with too much content was the last word he said to me.

However, it was not only Xuan Fei who fell. All of the guests present were elderly, women, and children. The lantern-lit hall became a purgatory of the human world, littered with corpses and bloody brutality.

The heavy sword exuding a cold aura was grasped in a skillful manner by a black clothed man. The blade was azure, the hilt was black, and it was a Xuan Iron Sword.

The black iron is unsheathed and blood sprays everywhere. The one holding the black iron is the one I am waiting for. After two hundred years and over seventy thousand days of waiting, he had finally arrived. Cold and hard lines, with a wild and cold momentum, and a stunning beauty.

Later I asked him why he had hurt the innocent so cruelly, and Zhuo said that those people who had stood idly by while the weak girl was humiliated, damn it. It's just that at that time, he didn't know that I had martial arts, so I didn't have many opponents.

The words longevity written by the imperial pen were ironically eye-catching, but the cinnabar was overshadowed by the fresh blood all over the place. The people who were still alive were speechless. Even the young children forgot to cry in the face of fear. Xiao Yu tremblingly hid in a corner. If it wasn't for the deathly silence in the hall and the fact that I already knew what was going on behind the scenes, I don't think I would have heard the distinct sound of metal slicing through the air, that gentle voice.

Gentle was a hidden weapon that could kill without being visible. It was extremely poisonous, and like the xuan iron sword, it was not a weapon that belonged to the mortal world.

Between life and death, I stayed where I was, not dodging. I was betting on a chance.

Soon, I heard the sound of needles piercing my skin, and before I could think about it, Zhuo had flown me out.

The wind whistled in his ears and blew across his cheeks, causing tears to well up in his eyes. Zhuo's hand was on my waist, close enough to feel his breath, to see his dark eyes, his pale blue eyes, his thin lips.

After about an hour, Zhuo put me down in the woods on the outskirts of the city.

It's safe, go!

I didn't say anything. I turned and walked away, and as I took the fifth step, I was not surprised to hear the sound of his body falling to the ground.

I straightened my slightly disheveled clothes, smiled, and withdrew my smile as I turned to walk back to Zhuo. A mortal woman who did not know martial arts could not hear the sound of gentleness colliding with the air, could not see the profound meaning of Zhuo's words in front of me at that moment, nor could she hear the sound of gentleness hitting his body, so I knew nothing about what had happened.

Zhuo Yang woke up in the middle of the night and was extremely weak. The bright red light of the bonfire illuminated his pitch-black eyes and his pale blue eyes. What is this? He pointed at the squirming black creature on his chest.

Leech.

What? He roared and struggled to his feet.

I hurried to press him down. Leeches can use drugs.

He pushed me away, brushed the leeches off his body, and sat down cross-legged. I sat on the cold ground, afraid to move or make a sound. When he killed Xuan Fei with a single slash, I knew that his skills were deep, and 'gentleness' wasn't enough to kill him. He would not die, and he could not die.

Half an incense stick of time later.

With a bang, a silver needle the size of half a finger flew out from Zhuo's back and into the wooden wall.

Where is this?

Huh?

Where are we?

Abandoned farmhouse.

Get up, what are you doing sitting on the ground?

Oh. I lost my balance and threw myself at him.

An awkward silence. I felt my face burning, and the expression on my face was not as calm as it had been when I first saw it. I scrambled to my feet and sat in the corner.

How did you get poisoned?

He stared at me.

Ignoring him, I pointed to the silver needle that was stuck in the wall. What's that?

A concealed weapon that is highly toxic. The dead have no time to experience the pain of death, so their name is' Gentle '. He looked deeply at me, his gaze deep, and he said softly, ' Gentle 'should not appear here.

When did you become 'gentle'?

…

Someone wants to kill you?

…

Who wants to kill you?

…

It's you that Tender wants to kill.

CHAPTER 3 - YUN HEN YU CHOU JIANGNAN STILL CALLS HER A BEAUTY(3)

That night, we slept in the only bed, covered by the only quilt, but nothing happened. The temptation of the body is a woman's lowest means, what I want is not a night of warmth, what can let me go on is his deep feelings not moving, his determination not regretting. Perhaps Zhuo would never have known that his pale blue eyes that night were filled with tender and tender emotions, not with his usual sharp, rigid pride.

When I woke up in the morning and looked at the man sleeping like a child beside me, I actually felt at ease.

What are you looking at? Zhuo asked me with wide, unnatural eyes.

You're a good-looking man.

He didn't expect me to be so confident and confident. He couldn't help but be startled and let out a sigh. You are also a good-looking woman.

I did not expect Zhuo to have such a childish side, and when I saw that his face was slightly flushed, I could not help but laugh. He stared at me for a moment, then joined in the laughter.

It was just dawn, and the sun could be seen in the distance. The air was damp and cool and smelled of grass. Everything was going according to plan.

Zhuo Zhuo first entered the mortal world for the black iron sword to absorb the world's spiritual energy, the wind and rain generation weak wind, flying game world wanton pick flowers. Two hundred years of waiting, Xuan Fei just so happened to appear, facing the gentle fight with his life … It was just a natural and profound encounter with Zhuo Pingping.

The beautiful face, the fame of the woman in red, and the banquet that shook the south of the river were all insignificant in the eyes of Crown Prince Zhaoming. There was a lack of a famous rapist, or rather a lack of a person or an event that attracted Zhuo's attention, in this self-directed encounter.

Six years ago in the countryside, Xuanfei's straight back and cold stubbornness impressed me, and I knew that he was the chess piece I needed. So, I taught him martial arts and let him know everything about the woman from the Red Chamber without leaving a trace behind. On the night of parting, Xuan Fei quietly leaned against a tree, his lonely figure filled with despair and desolation. After that, his red clothes flew in the air, and his name shook the martial arts world. He carried the hatred I gave him for girls, but I didn't know then that he was looking for me in the vast crowd with a glimmer of hope. The moment Xuan Fei gave up resisting and allowed the xuan iron sword to pierce through his chest, I suddenly understood from the complex emotions on his face that he had already recognized me. In the instant our eyes met, he understood the truth. Xuan Fei used his death to express his despair. The truth was, he was a hidden chess piece I had planted in order to kidnap me just in time to give me a chance to get close to him when he showed up.

In a deserted farmhouse in the wilderness.

Gentle is after all toxic and domineering, although Zhuo is not in danger of dying, but his body is very weak, and his face is very pale.

I rushed to the bed, touched his forehead, and felt his pulse. The poison was still fresh, but it shouldn't be so weak.

He looked at me with the angry expression of someone who knows what he's doing. After a while, he said softly, I'm hungry. His stomach rumbled in protest.

Startled and amused, I turned and walked out of the room. Having been busy for most of the day, he did not feel hungry. However, he had forgotten that Zhuo Yangming had not entered the rice water for a day.

He went around the house, inside and out, and found all the furniture, but not a grain of rice. It was in keeping with the saying 'a woman cannot make a meal without a cup of tea'.

However, he couldn't let Zhuo Pingping's precious body get that hungry. Could it be that this peerless martial arts master didn't die from a deadly hidden weapon, and instead was starved to death by a weak woman like me?

I rolled up my sleeves, tore open the hem of my skirt, and climbed the tree to pick the fruit. Since the winter trees were dilapidated, it wasn't easy to find some plants, not to mention something edible. After searching for a long time, he finally managed to find some somewhat pleasing wild fruits. He had intended to boil some hot water to warm his stomach, but after pouring some firewood into the kitchen, they were still stubbornly unrelated. Instead of lighting a fire, he had disgraced himself and resigned himself to his fate.

He brought the wild fruit to Zhuo Pingping, and when he saw me, his expression was very strange. He tried not to laugh.

Half a basin of water in the house, I went to see what I looked like. The bun had long since scattered and fell behind his head, mixed with a few leaves and grass. Her dress was full of wrinkles and scratches, full of mottled black stains. Her face was also blackened by the smoke.

I tossed him the fruit.

Zhuo Yang sat up, leaned against the wall, grinned, and picked up the wild fruit to eat. Although it was a sickly appearance, it still had bright eyes, starry eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and hair as black as ebony.

Zhuo Yang ate some fruits and wiped his mouth, then said: Bring the main dish over.

When he saw me standing there, not saying anything, he asked, Didn't you make yourself look like you were cooking?

I cleared my throat, embarrassed, my voice as soft as a mosquito's. I didn't cook. I wanted to boil some hot water.

The hot water is fine too. Bring it over.

I quickly offered him a bowl of water.

Cold?

Hot water is always cold.

I'm afraid the water hasn't warmed up yet.

CHAPTER 4 - YUN HEN YU CHOU JIANGNAN STILL CALLS HER A BEAUTY(4)

Dusk was approaching, and the sun was setting in the west. The mountain echoed with the chirping of birds and the faint echo of an empty valley. An unsculpted melody seemed to come from the heavens, and there was a certain elegance in it.

The air was cool and moist, the earth soft and fertile, the trees thick and yellow, but still straight. Looking at it from a distance, it seemed like it was truly composed of mountains and rivers, full of poetry and freedom.

Hidden in the mountains, living in the valleys, far away from Zhu Men's High Courtyard, far from Hou Men's Palace, far from power and strategy … The distant dream was hazy to the point of nothingness. In a place like the Red Mansion, in the midst of two hundred years of wandering, I am no longer that marriage, I am no longer that pure and innocent girl as light as an orchid. At this moment, even in the beautiful scenery that I had once yearned for, my heart was still filled with hatred for everyone and for everyone. I took a deep, greedy breath and unconsciously felt the world was too big for me.

He wrapped the plucked fruit in his dress and walked back to the house where Zhuo lived. Voices could be heard from within the room. It was hard to hear them clearly. Zhuo Yang was standing with his back against the wall. His expression was as calm as usual. When he entered the room, he saw four people kneeling on the floor. They were all in green and their heads were bowed, not moving at all.

When I entered the house, Zhuo Yang said to me, My bodyguard. At this moment, his expression was unyielding, and his entire body was emitting an imposing aura. He gently raised the corner of his eyebrows and said to the four people: How many days did you use to find me?

The green clothed man said respectfully, Young master, two days.

Two days? He sounded sarcastic.

Everyone could sense the sadness on their faces. The leader kneeled down heavily and said, This subordinate's guards are not good, so I deserve to be punished. Just as I said that, I heard the sound of a sharp weapon leaving its scabbard. A silver light flashed before my eyes and blood splattered out like a pearl curtain. A severed arm fell to the ground, gurgling blood, palm still twitching. The man's left arm was broken at the shoulder, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His young face was twisted in pain, but he did not make a single sound.

Zhuo Pingping's eyes flashed with a trace of pain, but it disappeared in a flash. His expression was as proud as usual.

He said: Let's drop this matter and not pursue it further.

The green-clothed man's expression relaxed for a split-second, and then he lowered his eyebrows and said, Young master's injuries can no longer be delayed. This subordinate respectfully requests young master to leave immediately.

He's leaving?! Even with the bonfire on the ground, I was still cold and shivering, my hands twisting the hem of my shirt and looking down at the soles of my shoes.

Zhuo Pingping didn't answer. He was silent for a while, then said to the man in green: Go out and wait for me.

The four answered, Yes!

After that, there was a room full of silence.

I could feel Zhuo's gaze on me, but when I summoned the courage to look at him, he just stared at the opposite wall.

The oppressive and heavy atmosphere spread between us. I felt an invisible net tightening around me, making me breathless.

Don't worry, I'll go back to the Red Chamber. I smiled a little, grudgingly, bitterly.

He turned his head and looked at her. Their eyes were locked for a moment, and then they both looked away. Some things already exist, but for the time being they cannot be faced and accepted. As for me, I can wait, I can only wait.

I can help you redeem yourself, Zhuo Yang paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, In the future, you can find a good family …

How can a cursed life escape the cycle of destiny? I sneered in my heart. The enemy, hidden in the shadows, had already begun to kill. It was only because she and I both knew that only you, Zhuo Po, could help me get rid of him.

No need, I smiled bitterly. A woman like me can actually live peacefully in the land of fireworks. The name, looks, and skills of a woman in a red house, no matter where she goes, would always cause strife and infamy. Rather than wandering away in pain, it would be better to wait in a red house with wine and sex. The weak will only have a lowly life. If you can't fight for it, you can only accept it."

I … It's hard to talk.

Young master, there is no need to be so emotional. Young master, there is no need to be so sentimental. In three days, I will officially put up a red house, and this bid can be considered a joyous event in Jiangnan. If Young Master has nothing else to do, you can come to the Red Chamber and have Yinwen repay Young Master for saving your life. "

Zhuo gazed at me for a long time without saying a word, and in the eyes of the proud, regal man there was an unshakeable and indecipherable struggle.

Zhuo Yang has his difficulties, a secret that cannot be told to mortal women.

After a while, in the midst of endless silence, Zhuo Pingping opened his mouth and said something that pushed me one more step into the darkness.

He said, I'll have someone take you back.

CHAPTER 5 - A CANE IS BETTER THAN A HORSE WHO'S AFRAID(1)

Miss, the flower shopkeeper of Jiaxuan Pavilion has brought the clothes you ordered. Xiaoyu was standing at the door, holding her clothes in her hands.

Got it, put it down.

Today, the red house was decorated with lanterns and decorations, bustling with noise and excitement.

It had been three days since he returned to the red house. That day the man in green accompanied me to the door and bid me farewell. I stood outside quietly and looked up at the golden lacquer plaque on the Red Mansion, unable to move even a single step when I saw it. It wasn't until nightfall when the nightlife of the Red House approached and the red lanterns were lit, that the girl who was soliciting business at the door, Fang, recognized me and hurriedly dragged me into the hall.

Mom's expression was still calm and unperturbed. Little Yu rushed over and hugged me before crying. The girls were all around me, looking at me with worried, excited, and scheming eyes … So it turns out that after everyone heard that I was taken away by the Zhu Family's extermination criminals, they all thought that I was dead. Mom stepped forward and pulled up my sleeve. Under the light, the bright red sandstone on my snow-white skin shone brilliantly. All my suspicions were immediately answered. Mom lightly said, Let's go back to rest first and prepare for the auction in three days.

No one asked me what had happened in the day and night of my disappearance, because no one cared. As long as I'm back, as long as I'm still a virgin, nothing else matters to them.

As he pushed open the window, the accumulated snow began to fall. I shook the snow off my sleeve. What time is it?

Shen Ji, Xiao Yu handed a cup of tea to him, Miss, you should take a rest after drinking some tea, there are still six hours until your appearance.

I took the cup, sniffed it, and put it back on the table.

Miss, it's not nice to drink tea when it's cold. This is the best hair tip, the Mt. Laoshan clear spring water bubble."

I shook my head slightly and pushed my teacup away.

Do you want me to make you a Silver Eared Snow Lotus Soup or a Honey Pear Snow Toad Soup?

I lowered my head for a moment in silence, then looked up into Xiaoyu's big shining eyes and enunciated word by word, Red women kill, corroding one's bones and burning one's skin. Xiao Yu, do you really hate me that much? "

Miss, what are you talking about? Why would I hate you?

No? First, I saw Xue Feng throat's secret weapon, 'Gentle'. I played with my teacup and smiled as I looked at Xiao Yu, Now is also the poison that can instantly take your life, 'Beauty'. If you didn't hate me to the bone, why do you need to be so sinister?

Xiao Yu stood by the side of the table, her eyes wide open in fear. Her whole body was trembling, and she looked pure and innocent.

Yeah, who would have thought that the naive and silly girl would be the one that tried to kill me on the Zhu Family's Young Master's birthday banquet? I looked at her clear face and smiled. Your acting skills have always been good. No one suspects you. It's a pity that you were too rash and killed me with 'Gentle', a secret weapon that did not belong to the mortal world. Killing me would only make Zhuo Yangming suspicious."

Did 'Gentle' expose me? Xiao Yu had already stopped trembling, her head held high, her phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and her gaze was sharp. You really haven't forgotten your past. Oh, no, it should be called you. Marriage, you're not really naive enough to want to go back and take revenge, are you?

I smiled. Do you think you're very smart? You've been guarding me for so long and you're finally able to see through me? The gentleness of that day, I did not avoid it on purpose. Perhaps I should also thank you, oh no, you guys, for giving me such a good opportunity to get close to Zhuo.

Xiaoyu looked at me in surprise. She restrained her gleeful expression and quietly asked, How did you know?

It's simple. With your master's personality, she would never leave me in the mortal world. She would definitely send people to watch over me. The question is only — who? I shook the snow from the window and closed it. No matter how well a man pretends, or how faithfully he does his duty, he can't live all day with a false mask on his face. There's always a moment when he regains himself. And the night was undoubtedly the best opportunity, because most people believed that night was a good cover. All I had to do was stay up for a few nights. So I found her, and then I had you. Xiao Yu, do you know, a truly foolish person would not call himself stupid all day. On the contrary, he would think that he is different from others.

You are very smart and very beautiful. You are such a perfect person. But I hate you. I've hated you since I was a kid. Because of you, we lost everything we should have, in this dirty brothel, wearing a fake mask and being a silly girl, just to look at you, Xiao Yu's eyes were sad, Maybe someone really did hurt you, but I don't care, I don't care, I only know that you caused us to live in the dark. Therefore, you must die."

Before she could finish her sentence, she swung her palms and struck me in the ribs with both of her palms. Her movements were agile and her attacks were even faster. Suddenly, her palm was right in front of me.

I tilted my body and grabbed her by the vein. I gently pulled her against the wall. Without stopping, I rapidly opened up all the acupoints around her body.

Xiao Yu was stunned on the spot. Her expression was already filled with fear as she muttered, You … You actually had such a martial arts skill. Did you really see that 'Supreme Force'?

I smiled without replying, picked up the teacup and casually said, Don't you know that marriage was a marriage that was well-informed with medical knowledge? The skin of the infected woman was festering, her flesh was mangled, and her appearance was ruined. Isn't it too vicious to use it on women?

Humph! Xiao Yu laughed sarcastically, With a marriage, even if you have great kung fu skills and are ancient times, you won't be able to travel through space to return. If we can't even meet our enemies, how can we talk about revenge!

Is that so? If that's really the case, then why did you kill him? You haven't done anything in the past two hundred years, why is it now? Actually, you and I both know that there is only one person in this world who can take me away. Take me through space to save me from the suffering of being reincarnated. Why, did Zhuo Pi's appearance cause you to become confused?" I stroke Xiaoyu's young face, tracing her outline with my fingers. Then I pick up the scissors and cut off a lock of her hair.

There is a martial art in 'True Supreme Qi' that can disintegrate a person's flesh and bones, turning them into a pool of clear water. In your opinion, isn't this method a lot fresher than your beauty poison? But sadly, after a person's corpse is gone, this strand of hair will be the only proof that you will be able to live in this world.

The sun shone brightly outside the window, a rare bright spot on a cold winter's day, slanting through the window and shining on a pool of water on the floor. As the water dried up, a life disappeared into specks of dust in the air.

I held my breath, the corners of my mouth curving uncontrollably. Xiao Yu's assassination not only exposed her identity, but also let me know that I still have a chance. If there was no turning back, they would not act rashly.

People who mess around with themselves can often be used for their own purposes.

CHAPTER 6 - A CANE IS BETTER THAN A HORSE WHO'S AFRAID(2)

I rapped on the door.

Come in. The old voice answered.

I pushed the door open. The windows in the room were closed and the light was dim. The table was covered in incense and was filled with a thin layer of mist. Liu Chang sat on the bed, hidden in the shadows. Her expression could not be seen, but she did not move, looking lifeless and lifeless.

Liuchang. I whispered to her.

Liu Chang slowly turned her head, her glazed eyes slowly gathering together. She was slightly stunned. It's you, you're here to listen to my story again?

I sat cross-legged, facing the old man across from me. He was so old, every inch of his skin was like dried leaves, and his veins were clear but without moisture.

How about I tell you a story today?

Yes.

There is a woman whose previous identity I do not know and do not care about. The woman was sent by her master to a faraway place to spy on an enemy, and this person could be said to be a thorn in her master's heart, but she just couldn't kill him. However, she wasn't willing to let go of her enemy, so she was ordered to hide by his side and watch over him, to witness all the pain and humiliation he suffered."

I stopped and looked fixedly at Liu Chang. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were as still as ever.

I continued, But what a boring task it was, how could you talk about revenge when your enemies were wiped out of your memory and you didn't know anything? The woman had nothing to do throughout the day and her mission was still far off in the distance. However, as time passed, she became more and more lonely. However, with the mission in his hands, and considering his master's ruthless methods, he might not be able to marry openly. As for the rest, he could only secretly use Chen Cang to secretly have fun. But who would have thought that the child would be born with a hidden knot …" As I spoke, I pulled something out of my arms and placed it on the table.

Suddenly, the room was lit up by an orange glow. Liu Chang blew out the fire, placed the lamp on the table and gently fiddled with the wick. Under the light of the lamp, the strand of black hair on the table became even more pitch-black in color, only losing the breath of life. Liu Chang carefully picked it up and held it under her nose to smell it. At this moment, a maternal gentleness flowed down her face. When she looked up, her eyes were sharp as knives, and she was no longer the sluggish old man she had once been.

She said, How about exchanging your life for Xiaoyu's?

I chuckled, Liuchang, you don't have to be smart. The poison you used in the incense cannot enter my eyes. All of you have paid too much attention to my appearance, but you have never remembered that I was a disciple of the Fairy Doctor.

I underestimated you, Liu Shuang withdrew the killing intent that she was emitting, I personally taught Little Yu Martial Arts to you, so if you were to capture her, I might not be able to take any advantage of you. Even if I am able to kill you right now, you will definitely be able to destroy Xiao Yu. "

You're smart. I like dealing with smart people. Compared to Xiao Yu, your disguise is definitely better. But since you're so nervous about your daughter, why bother pulling her into this mess?"

Liu Chang's eyes were filled with bitterness: If she doesn't reveal it, how can she recognize a person who is dying of old age as her mother? I also thought about not saying it, just quietly watching her life, but enduring two hundred years of loneliness, seeing the world's only flesh and blood close at hand. The temptation was too tempting for me to resist. However, she never would have thought that it would instead harm her."

She was also just a sad woman who drifted around like duckweed. Don't worry, Xiao Yu has been by my side for so many years, and she has some feelings for me. Furthermore, she is an innocent child, so I won't make things difficult for her, as long as you do something for me.

There was a sudden gust of wind outside, and the wind was blowing fiercely against the window paper. He could see the branches outside swaying in the wind, and through the window paper he could see a hazy image, like a ghost from hell waving its long fingers in the wind.

Liu Chang's voice was low and low, the wind humming her voice: "When Master sent me to watch over you, I was still feeling wronged. I heard that Qingcheng was just an empty bag of skin with a beautiful appearance, and had lost her memory, so why do I have to be on guard at all times. But who would have thought that today, after all, I had seen your skill, and it was all very well thought out — it was my stupidity that had guessed the coincidence between you and him

There must be some unfathomable mystery behind this. You shouldn't have acted on your own and thought that by killing you, you could avoid everything. Yet, you did not report to the master. "

I sighed. I guessed that you would not report your master to me. Otherwise, how could I have let you live? You don't have to blame yourself, people's hearts are hard to guard against. If I had thought of it that year, how could I have ended up like this? Using your master's methods, death is a type of release for you. But what about Xiao Yu, do you have the heart to see her being implicated because of you?

Liu Chang did not say a word, she clenched her fists tightly, the joints had already turned white, her lips were bit open by her, and beads of blood seeped out. After a long while, she raised her head from the struggle and asked, So what if I promise you?

I believe you know why I did all these things. Since I have the confidence to make her my enemy, then I have the ability to protect Xiao Yu.

How can I trust you? I want to see Xiao Yu.

No, I have no reason to take the risk. And you can only trust me. I said firmly. Xiao Yu is dead, and there are no bones left. I can't take her out and hand her to Liu Chang. This game was a life-and-death gamble. It was worth it even if it meant death, so what if the stakes were high? What I am betting on is the kinship of flesh and blood that Liu Chang is unwilling to part with.

Liu Chang stared at me for a moment with her eyes wide open, a slow, maternal love, a deep determination, and a desperate struggle. Then she said to me, You win. My life is yours.

Girl, your makeup is done. I can't find big sister Xiao Yu right now, do you think this servant's stupid hands can catch your attention?

She has suffered quite a bit these past few days. Who knows where she might have gone to sleep.

I brushed my hair back from my forehead and looked at myself in the mirror. Black hair like silk brocade, diagonally inserted a jet black jade hairpin as black as ebony, to the point that the skin was completely white. Her eyebrows were like the branches of a willow tree, her eyes were like the stars, and her small and full red lips lightly pulled up into a smile. She was wearing a white silk dress with the aqua blue pattern of a butterfly embroidered on the hem. She had bright needle and dark thread, and her coat was made of the same color muslin. He wore a single gold ear wire in his left ear, and round black pearls hung from a red cord around his neck.

With every frown and smile, she would have her own charm.

It's done. I tap the strings a few times and the sound is clear. Tightening his grip on the bowstring, he stroked it again, and his voice became even more forceful, bringing with it a trembling echo.

One of the maidservants stepped forward and said, Miss, please let us servants help you change your clothes.

On the bed, there was a red dress, the golden threads dancing like dragons and phoenixes as they sketched out the auspicious map of the nine heavens. Between the collar, sleeves, and skirt were decorated with strings of perfectly round pearls. The Jiaxuan Pavilion, in charge of Jiangnan's textile industry, makes only a few dozen pieces of clothing a year, all of which are of the highest quality.

The red color of celebration also exuded a noble aura. Tonight I am the best of the flowers, should wear red, clothes were custom-made three months ago. However, this red robe caused my eyes to hurt. When I closed my eyes, I saw Xuan Fei's smiling face, young and handsome.

I hastily turned around. I'll just wear this. I'll burn the red dress.

But …

What, can't you hear me? I cast a cold glance at him, just like a sharp weapon with a sinister light in my eyes. The little girl was so shocked that she broke out in cold sweat and quickly packed her clothes to leave the room.

CHAPTER 7 - A CANE IS BETTER THAN A HORSE WHO'S AFRAID(3)

The main hall of the Red Chamber was decorated with paintings, bright as day, and as grand as a brothel. There were thirty-six round wooden tables and chairs with fine dishes placed on them. The serving girl could be considered a peerless beauty in her generation. Even the bowl of wine on the table came from the Jingde Prefecture Kiln. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of noise. There were almost a hundred people in the hall, either being tycoons or powerhouses. Even though I lowered my eyebrows and focused my eyes, I could still feel the gazes that came from the crowd. They were filled with naked lust.

I sat on the beauty couch to the right of the hall, separated by a green curtain. There was a table in front of the bed, and on it was a zither. It was entirely black with only seven strings shining with a metallic luster. It was known as the Seven String. In the corner of the table, there was a bronze cauldron, which was burning with the incense of the Spirit Concentrating, Calming air. Facing the group of commoners outside, even if he was bare-chested, he wouldn't blush and become flustered. But I was still nervous, looking for those dark blue eyes.

At midnight. I sat up straight and focused. His right hand caressed the surface of the zither as his fingertips swept across a series of seven strings from inside to outside. Only one sound came out, but it was full of seven tones. The finger did not stop, but the sound did not stop.

The noisy hall instantly went silent, and then the zither music sounded again. It was as if a ray of light that could tear the sky apart was coming towards them. The moon white sandstorm spread out, carrying a hazy yet delicate texture. For a moment, it was as if they were listening to heavenly music in an illusion. The string of the zither was linked with the white and soft hand. A series of notes jumped out. They were crisp and smooth, resounding through the air and resonating with the surrounding walls. He should have been excited, but after immersing himself in it, he suddenly realized that there was an endless amount of depression hidden within. It was so stifling that he could not breathe. Perhaps, it is fortunate for me to meet someone close to me, to be able to experience the feelings I have placed in the silk bamboo. They are not the continuous grievances of a woman from a deep palace, but a kind of sorrowful grandeur.

Qu Bi. I got up to thank him in applause. The blue curtain slowly rises up and a room lamp stabs my eyes with light. A warm glow falls on my face. My exquisite and beautiful face is devastatingly beautiful. It was this face that brought me and my family so much suffering. Then there was the struggle about money, and the filth I didn't want to go into.

However, that person didn't appear.

The moon shone brightly.

The man and I sat across from each other at the table. He raised his cup and pecked at it, his eyes searching my body.

He said, I was wondering if the ten thousand taels of gold I spent was worth it.

The man was well-built and well-maintained. However, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes revealed his age. It was not easy for a middle-aged man to maintain such a figure.

I poured wine for him and lowered my eyebrows as I whispered, Young Master has already weighed this in your heart, how can you possibly give such a reply? The merchants would not part with the profits, but they would have a plan in their hearts.

The man raised his head to drink the wine in his cup and laughed loudly. The Seven Apertures Mystical Heart is worth it.

The way he looked at me got hotter and hotter.

I suddenly felt flustered, feeling a kind of inexplicable emotional disturbance in my heart. Yinwen, how about you play another song to cheer Young Master up?

The man pressed my hand, which I was about to touch, into the palm of his hand. He rose and held me from behind, his head against my neck as he rubbed it back and forth. His voice was filled with the taste of desire. One hour of the Spring Festival Gala is worth a thousand gold. He picked me up and carried me to the bed.

I struggle, I struggle, but I cannot break the strong shackles of a man.

He looked at me with a slight smile. Is this what you'd call refusing or welcoming a prostitute? He put me on the bed and the next moment he was on top of me.

Tears streamed down my face, and I gave up the struggle. The indescribable feeling in his heart was clear and strong. Only after bitterly filling his chest did he finally understand that this kind of emotion with clear lines was called despair.

He still hadn't come. My only chance was lost.

Time does not wait! Could it be that butterflies really can't fly in the sea?

The person on his back let out a light snort, and the pressure immediately disappeared, bringing along with it the warm smell of alcohol. I simply closed my eyes, bit my lip, and let myself sink into despair without thinking.

True, I could have killed him easily, but it would have been of no use except to expose myself.

I felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me.

For a long time, the man did not move a single step. I wondered what kind of a man was pretending to be a gentleman when he said, One hour of the Spring Festival Gala is worth a thousand gold.

A hand touched my face and wiped away my tears, as if trying to carve out the contours of my face. The palm was large and hard, and the cocoon was rough.

A thought flashed through his mind. Before he could think about it further, the man's voice rang out from above, Why are you crying?

That dignified and unruly tone! I sat up abruptly and opened my eyes wide. I looked in surprise at the man sitting on the bed. His black hair was loose, his eyes were blue, and his expression was calm, but it carried an intimidating aura.

That's right, how could a merchant who lived like a prince have a thick cocoon in his hand? That was left behind by him holding a sword all year round.

I pointed my index finger at him, but I couldn't say a word.

Zhuo looked at me blankly, sighed lightly, and then put his long arm around me and pulled me into his arms. I lean against his warm chest, my tears and snot all over his clothes. A long time passed, so long that I lost my ability to calculate the time. I was only stubbornly and stubbornly holding on. There was no one to lean on, no one to make me feel warm, and at this moment, I miss this floating heart of mine for a moment to rest in the embrace, even if the plan has been long.

Red curtain, red wood bed, light purple tassel, dim yellow light. I sniffed at my nose and smelled a hint of blood. When I turned around, I couldn't help but be stunned. The man who had been lying on top of me in the half-light was lying in a pool of blood. His carotid artery had been cut open by the blade, and the pink flesh of the wound was open, revealing dark red blood splattering across his face. The expression on his face froze at the moment of his death, and his bulging eyes were filled with disbelief.

I threw myself off the bed and retched, wondering more about the man who had killed so brutally in front of me.

It was a long time before I realized that although he was a prominent man, he was not a man who lived in luxury. He had received special and even harsh training since he was a child. His world followed the natural rules of the law of the jungle. When dealing with matters, he was swift, decisive and wise. When dealing with enemies, he would kill them to eliminate any future troubles.

A gust of fresh, cool wind blew, diluting the smell of blood. She stood with her back to me, her hand pushing open the window. The black iron sword lay slanted on the edge of the bed, her face hidden from view. The wind blew his hair in the air, making it seem as if the moon were shining in her hair.

The door creaked open. As she walked in, an old woman with a head full of silver hair and a hunchback bent over, she lowered her head and did not look at anyone. Step by step, she slowly and shakily advanced, calmly as if she was entering her own room.

It was Liu Chang.

Zhuo Pingping did not respond. He stood there, deep in thought, his black back seeming to merge into the pitch-black sky like a waterfall.

Liu Chang walked very slowly, each step seeming to use up all of her strength as she walked towards the corpse beside the bed. She did not raise her head, nor did she speak. She just walked on. Suddenly, a glint of light flashed through her eyes. She no longer seemed old, and she flew straight towards Zhuo Yang. Her movements were light and silent. Her movements were smooth and swift. Every step she took seemed to have been calculated and practiced a hundred times. This fatal blow was flawless and it had become a fatal blow.

I only felt a bright light flash in front of my eyes, a cold light cut through the air, and the sharp weapon in Liu Chang's hand was not longer than three inches long. Zhuo Pingping was still standing with his back to him, and the xuan iron sword was no longer in his hand. I can't do it anymore, he thought, standing up in front of Zhuo.

A sharp pain passed through his chest, and the sound of flesh being torn echoed in his ears. I felt my body lighten as Zhuo Pi grabbed me. He quickly pressed a few of my vital points to stop the bleeding. Then he swept his foot across, causing Liu Chang to fall to the ground before she could react. The xuan iron sword was unsheathed and placed at her throat.

CHAPTER 8 - A CANE IS BETTER THAN A HORSE WHO'S AFRAID(4)

Who sent you? There was anger in his voice.

Liu Chang didn't answer and just stared straight at me. There was undisguised panic in her eyes.

A sharp pain struck me and my vision went black. My body slumped forward and a strand of hair slipped from my sleeve. He pulled me toward him, pressed me against his chest, and looked at me anxiously.

Liu Chang glanced at the hair on the ground for a long time, her tense expression finally relaxed, and then she fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her face was black as she died, and she unexpectedly wore a peaceful smile on her face.

She's a killer, Zhuo said quietly, and suddenly he held me