But the bright moon shines on the ditch

It wasn't until the arguing gradually subsided into silence, and finally the sliding doors were pushed open and they went downstairs that voices could be heard from the box next to them. Wu Yin sighed first, then again, and finally sighed again.

"This storyteller is quite capable. I couldn't help but clench my fists when I heard it." That sharp tongue described Liang Peiqiu as a sinister, cunning, ruthless and ungrateful woman. Apart from her in "The New Story of Butterfly Lovers" , everyone is a pitiful person, even the Fox King seems less scary and hateful under the backdrop of her viciousness.

Seeing the person next to him looking out the window all the time, with only a few touches of snow on his face showing no emotion, Wu Yin continued to laugh, "You just don't care? If you really tell this tonight, everyone will know that you are the new Butterfly Lovers With Liang Peiqiu, her identity as a woman is really revealed to the world."

"Sooner or later."

The man finally spoke, his voice was light, and his facial features, lining the black cloak draped over his shoulders by the young master, were as ruthless as those of gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Wu Yin curled his lips.

I waited here specifically to see her in embarrassment, but now that I actually saw it, I also accidentally overheard a conspiracy, which was a bonus surprise. Wu Yinben and Xu Zhiliu were the same enemies, but at this point, they suddenly softened their hearts.

It's not because Liang Peiqiu is a woman, but because a woman was forced to do that and was imprinted in the eyes of the world, but her back was still straight and she was lonely and aloof.

Is this really the result he wants?

Wu Yin couldn't help but look at Xu Zhiliu and smacked his lips: "There are so many conspicuous women's clothes, even if you choose a fox fur coat, why did you choose the thinnest one... It looks so light and neither warm nor breathable." , walking all the way back, don’t you get sick from the cold?”

Such a cruel heart.

"Last night, you... did anything happen to you?"

The side gave me a sinister look.

Wu Yin immediately understood: "My people said that the two female concubines were so tossing and tossing that they didn't stop until dawn. The medicine was really poisonous, and An Jiu was too vicious! He actually used that kind of thing on women. If We didn't arrive in time, didn't we give him an advantage?" As he finished speaking, he coughed violently when he realized something was wrong.

"I, I, I...I didn't mean that. It won't work if all the eunuchs are gone. H-maybe he has an antidote. Yes, that must be the case."

But Xu Zhiliu has no antidote! !

Wu Yin understood again.

He tiptoed and took a sip of tea, but still couldn't restrain his frantic temptation on the verge of danger: "Actually, the neon dress you chose is quite beautiful and suits her well, but... it's a bit thin." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again.

Such a cruel heart.

"I know you have hatred in your heart. There are many ways to retaliate against someone. Why not keep her by your side? You can torture her as much as you want, whether you beat her or scold her. It's better than using this trick to make her suffer some unfair consequences. Hazing.”

An Jiu was like that, so was the storyteller, and even more so were the onlookers in the teahouse.

They have no grievances against her, but they will still make fun of her, laugh at her jokes, fabricate unfounded charges against her, and some even want to make a fortune from her. If these people are like this, what will those who have interests and grudges against Anqing Kiln do?

It is not difficult to imagine that they will do everything they can to destroy her.

Xu Zhiliu expected it.

"Isn't it the purpose of my coming back to let her fall to the bottom without a chance to recover? If I don't let her experience the feeling of having nothing, how can she understand the pain of my heart?"

Besides, An Jiu has discovered that she is a woman. If this fig leaf is not lifted, An Jiu will only be used as leverage. Once it was revealed, it was a carnival of tens of thousands of people.

"Isn't it more satisfying to make her live a worse life than to let her die directly?"

Wu Yin opened his mouth.

Are you all so cruel to your own women? !

What Xu Zhiliu didn't say was that if Liang Peiqiu had to choose, she would rather be like this. She would rather be criticized by thousands of people and have the world betray her than be entrusted to a man, like a plaything and live without dignity.

That was the calamity her mother had experienced.

It's something that will kill her.

And even though he was far away from Xu Zhiliu, he was not without dignity. He wanted to defeat her, defeat her, destroy her, and make her understand that this was not the case, and that her ambition was in the wrong place! And one more item was added after last night.

He wants her.

Although thinking this way would make him look like a wretch, like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy, he still admitted it.

These days, he has returned to Yaoli, paid homage to his father and mother, and even seen Anan from a distance. Anan was very hardworking. He often lit a lamp and read until midnight. He worked many times harder than before. It was as if there was a tight rope that was constantly strangling him. If he didn't work hard, he would be strangled to death. He pitied Anan's body and was afraid that he would hurt him, but he didn't dare to talk to Anan for fear that his face would be filled with tears when he spoke.

Back in town, he stopped at Liu's house several times, but never met Xu Zhong. Only then did he realize that Xu Zhong had given up playing mahjong long ago. Xu Zhong once wanted to cut off his own hand because he had missed many opportunities while playing mahjong, and he was even playing mahjong on the day of his accident. However, he had been relying on his hands and craftsmanship for half his life, and he was lazy enough to pick up mahjong when he had a trustworthy heir. He is also the one who succeeds, and he is also the one who fails. This is how fate should be! The hand remained, but the knot in my heart could no longer be untied.

And he looked at the chimney and fire of Hutian Kiln every day, unable to take a step forward. He knew that Ah Yao and Shi Nian were both inside. In addition, all the successes and failures of the private kiln that he had forged for more than ten years and was recognized as the best in the world were all within that wall, but he couldn't get in and had no position. No courage either.

It's all her fault! But he still couldn't bear the thought of her being isolated and ridiculed in school, walking in the opposite direction when the flood came to seek death, getting to know every hilltop in his countryside, and running a horse to death to deliver a message to him on a snowy night... , couldn't bear to pierce her body with a cold weapon, couldn't bear to trample her without any rules to accumulate the same amount of damage, couldn't bear to stab her ribs as a woman.

He hated her, hated her so much that he wanted to drag her to hell with him. However, her crying on the cliff and every moment he spent with her last night made him forget everything and abandon himself.

He hated himself like this.

Wu Yin said that he was crueler than hateful, but he didn't dare to admit it. If you really think about it, no one can bear this misunderstanding. He would only admit that this was a misunderstanding. This is the last bit of pride he has.

He closed his eyes, pushing back the soreness somewhere, and resisting the physical discomfort of retching for days, and tried his best to pull himself away from her.

"Let's get down to business." Let's get down to business. He was afraid that he might not be able to bear it anymore.

"it is good."

Wu Yin was also afraid that if he continued talking, he would be unable to lift the murderous sword. He had never discovered that his martial soul also had soft intestines, which made him yearn for and fear him at the same time.

The cost of "having gained" is greater than "losing anything". Rather than doing so, it is better not to gain. He asked Xu Zhiliu, "What does An Jiu mean by arresting this non-existent thief on the street?"

"The winter porcelain was almost stolen. This is a big or small matter."

"It seems that this movement is not trivial. He won't imitate your clever name and create some kind of thief, right?"

"It's not impossible."

Wu Yin exclaimed: "No way? Who is so unlucky?" After thinking about it, he raised his forehead and said, "Liang Peiqiu is too miserable! You shouldn't have let her be exposed at this time, even if it was a month or two later. How about letting her live out this year? How do you want her to deal with the attack from both sides? She is not yet twenty..."

In Wu Yin's opinion, she was a girl of the same age as her sister, who was unreasonable and loved to act coquettishly, but how could Liang Peiqiu look like a girl at all?

"The thief has a real name. If it's serious, he could be slapped with dozens of names, locked up and tortured severely. It's not as powerful as using an aphrodisiac to kill her. Are you really not afraid that An Jiu will kill her? It will be too late to regret it by then. ”

The so-called speaker was unintentional. Wu Yin was impulsive and could not help but speak a little harshly, and the words were a little truthful. The only thing that fell into Xu Zhiliu's ears was the last sentence. Do you regret it? Will you regret it?

Xu Zhiliu suddenly lowered his eyes, and the hand placed on the window suddenly exerted force, the veins on the back of his hand jumped, and the fingertips turned white. No one could see him under the table, and he pressed his lower abdomen firmly with his other hand.

Wu Yin hadn't noticed anything unusual about him yet, and he felt worried: "What An Jiu did was just to shake the mountain and scare the tiger, and to make the person behind her reveal his face."

But even if he thought about it, he probably wouldn't have thought that this "master" had the same intention of killing her as he did, right?

"You would rather pretend to be someone else to come back. Don't think that I don't know. Of course there is hatred, and there is a lot of hatred, but there are more other things than hatred, right? Mr. Xu Qian, I just want to ask, do you want to Wen Will Death of Stone happen again?”

Aren't you afraid of doing it again and forcing her to death with your own hands?

Wu Yin stood up, put his hands on the table, and approached Xu Zhiliu. No one knows Xu Zhiliu’s days and nights better than him. He made a cart full of rabbit lanterns with his own hands, cut his fingers countless times, bandaged them roughly and started again.

It was the first time he discovered that rabbit lanterns could do so many tricks.

Every bunny that Xu Zhiliu gave to Liang Peiqiu was made by himself, just to celebrate her birthday. Those soft and sleepy little rabbits will sometimes open their eyes wide when frightened, and the ends of their eyes will turn red.

That was Xu Zhiliu's first impression of Liang Peiqiu, and it was completely different from the little god he imagined. At least it wasn't what the rumors said, nor what he imagined.

Separation is impossible, seeking cannot be achieved, and love cannot be achieved. It was a prophecy written by Xu Zhiliu to himself.

Liang Peiqiu broke it bit by bit.

It's not that he never thought about staying together forever, it's not that he never had heart palpitations that couldn't be stopped once he started enjoying the cool air under the canopy, and it's not that he didn't never have wet dreams that were hot-headed and confusing, but God forbid, forbid Xu Zhiliu to be loved. So that night, their last good moments showed their fangs and turned into conspiracy.

If it ends here, even if there are many regrets, there is still no room for it, right? It's hateful, it's hateful to seek deep revenge with such decisive love.

Wu Yin saw with his own eyes that every inch of Xu Zhiliu was blackened by ink.

"We all know that you didn't kill Wenshi at all that night. He accidentally slipped and fell into the water. You searched frantically for him all night, and you almost turned yourself in. If I hadn't pulled him out in time, Stay with you, you...Xu Zhiliu, obviously you have tried your best, and it was obviously not you who did it, but you still feel deeply guilty and regretful, and cannot escape the inner condemnation of yourself. Have you ever thought about the reason? "

Wu Yin wanted to say this a long time ago, but he didn't say it at the time, which resulted in Xu Zhiliu's death.

If he doesn't say anything this time, he's afraid...

"Because you were blinded by hatred. Over the years, your will to redress your father's injustice has gradually worn you down. You are eager for success and blame all your faults on Wen Shi, including your uncontrollable love."

The deeper the crime of using her, the deeper the hatred for Aragonite, and pressing harder and harder, is it not a means of killing?

"Although you didn't do it yourself, you can't deny that Aragonite's death was caused by you. Otherwise, why would you throw pots of water out? Why would you see your hands full of blood every night? Why would you keep burning? Still lost to her in the Eighteen Kilns?"

Thinking of the gorgeous blue flowers that were shattered under his feet every day, Wu Yin was so scared that his teeth trembled, "I know you hate her, but hate is not all of you, and it is not the only patriarchal clan that Xu Zhiliu lives in the world. Old books from Meishi, ancient ink from Lanting , vaguely charming and charming, why can't Xu Zhiliu leave a name in history like Mei Fu and Wang Xizhi? This is what you... don't let her become the second aragonite, otherwise she won't survive, and you won't survive either."

While he was talking, there was a sudden rush of footsteps, followed by a violent retching. When Wu Yin realized what he was doing, Xu Zhiliu was already holding the basin and unable to get up.

He often skipped a meal and was still recuperating his stomach before the accident. He took medicine for a long time but was not getting better. This showed that the root cause of the disease was deep, but the sound did not sound like anything. He did not vomit anything at all.

"How long has it been since you've eaten?"

The movement was so loud that it was scary. The muscles and bones of both hands on the basin were stretched straight. The whole person could not help but tremble in the crouched posture. There was also a vague choking. It was blocked deep in the throat and seemed unable to escape, so that it was suppressed. I can only cry out in pain like an animal.

Wu Yin was unable to curse, "Who are you torturing?!"